Cold Hearted Boss Gangster Quotes Novels & Stories

Antonio looked at his younger brother, who seemed too busy trying to think of a way to get out of here. "But you never thought of me as competent to run a business. You were always arrogant and selfish. I have hated you since my childhood. You were always in a hurry to be at the top. You always wanted to be at the top. You would never know how it feels to always be under someone's shadow. You would never know how it feels to always come second." Alessandro laughed humorlessly as she began to speak.

I can almost feel the guilt rolling off of him like a slow fog. “Just do as you're told.” The bossman’s voice took on a deep rumble and had an almost echo to it, like two people were talking at the same time. This guy radiated hate and evil and was not someone to be messed with. Someone was going to die tonight, and it didn’t matter who to this guy. All I know is that I want to stay as far away from him as possible.

“Your incoherent racket is giving me a headache.” “Sorry, boss.” His English is heavily accented. I thought we brought our security from Switzerland, but Jay must have picked up a couple of Russian kids at the airport when I demanded more muscle. He came in handy a few times when those Russian asshats tried to talk behind my back. My lips quirk up with the hint of a smile. All day he’s been calling me boss. Technically I’m not the one signing his cheques, but it’s so good to be in charge. To be leading the charge.

The kind of calm that only monsters wore right before they bared their teeth. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t have to. The temperature dropped just because he was there. His gaze swept over the room cold, calculating as his fingers brushed one of the bound men’s shoulders like he was inspecting the quality of his fear. “Where is my money?” The question was soft, but it cracked the air open. The man choked out words that tumbled over each other. “Boss please we didn’t take it” His voice was shaking so badly it barely existed.

She collapsed onto the ground, sobbing. Alessandro leaned back, laughing softly. Then—something in her snapped. She pushed herself up on trembling legs. “You want to kill me? Then fucking do it!” His brows lifted. “What the fuck is wrong with you gangsters?” she yelled, her voice shaking. “Do I look like someone who can hurt you? You almost made me wet my pants out there with your bullets. Do you think that’s funny?” One of his men growled, stepping forward, hand raised. “How dare you talk to the boss like that—”

Then he said, his voice low and heavy with an accent, “Well, look who’s awake. Didn’t think you’d last the night.” He chuckled, stepping closer. “You’ll learn to listen next time. Maybe then, you won’t have to scream.” I pressed my back against the wall, shaking my head. “Stay the fuck away from me.” I tried to sound tough but my voice came out low and cracked. He tilted his head, amused. “Still got some fight, huh?” he said, his smile widening. “The boss hates them wild. Says they are a hassle to break, but I can take up the challenge… and I'll make sure to break you.”

"Don't say that. You're one of my people. I'm your boss. Of course I have to defend you. You can't fight that piece of shit alone! Don't be scared. Your boss is here!" "Exactly! We are all here for you! Who's scared of that asshole?!" "We've got the numbers on our side! Maybe they'll be the ones crawling out of here when this is over!" "You heard the boss, boys! Me, personally? I've been hating on the 1% and the ultra-rich for a long time!" The men, fired by liquor and my stance, leapt to their feet, their faces flushed. They lifted their bottles like swords.

Giana threw her head back and laughed in disbelief as she stared at her boss sitting right next to her. “What? Just questioning? Haven’t you read articles about him? Everyone describes him as a cold, Unfeeling , no-nonsense man. I also heard that he treats his employees as trash and just his glare can make anyone pee their pants,” she said in one go. Flipping her head backward, she finished. “I heard he’s so hot though. That’s the only good path.”

Casanova. "Casanova!" The Boss repeated laughing as if he just heard the greatest joke in history. "That is what they called you. And now what are you?" "An honest man." The Boss shook his head with a sardonic smile. "An honest man? I never thought I would hear those words from your lips. Is that why you have been stealing from me? Is that what honest people do?" Phantom heard the hard note of the Boss's voice but he was casually lighting a cigar and when it was lit he sucked hard and puffed. He wasn't angry. If the Boss was angry he would have lit the cigar and wouldn't have raised it to his lips.

Costello added walking to Pablo, his grand walking stick producing a rhythmic clicky sound as it accompanied his feet in every step. "Do you understand me Pablo?" Costello questioned sternly, leaning his face into Pablo's with a sedate demeanor which caused Pablo to flinch on seeing his scary looking face. Pablo could feel the aura of enthusiasm mixed with the cruel desire to get that diamond at all costs surrounding Costello's being. The Mafia Godfather and Gangster Leader who happened to be his merciless boss could be extremely ruthless if he wanted to, especially when he desperately desires something for example, in this case. He dreaded his boss so much and knew what he was capable of. H