Cold Hearted Boss Gangster Quotes Novels & Stories

a six feet man shouted? (Bastards! How will I Answer the boss? Do you know how much we lost due to your lack of attention" ) "B..B.. Boss, ti meriti di essere la nostra testa. Noi... siamo tutti tuoi schiavi. Abbi pietà. ." The man chuckled at his flattery (B..B..Boss, you deserve to be our head. We ...we all your slave. Have mercy.” "bastardo” “I hate your bloody mouth. You know that but you said we lost that money in our drug shipment which we took from the organization. Should I kill you" he kept his gun, a beautiful M677 black mouser.

He tossed the burnt out cigarette stick to the floor, grinding it beneath his shoes. "Yes, boss!!" He stepped out, his expression deathly grim. "Have another suit sent to me, this one is ruined", he spoke to the scarred guard walking behind him, without offering him a glance. " Yes, boss!", the man replied,his deep eyes settling on the pair of bloody handprints stained on his master's trousers. He gave a silent sigh. His boss was always like this; twisted, cunning and always thirsty for blood. He glanced at the boss again - Certainly, the heavens were just as twisted, making him look so good and yet be so rotten within.

Extremely angry to the extent that his face turned hard, and his suffocating aura swept across the whole office. Who dared to step on his woman?! Who dared to slander his woman?! They must be tired of this life!

I tried to reason with him but he cut me off totally. "did you not want so badly to assist the gang? And besides," his voice loudly trailed away in his attempt to mutter. ".... you managed to outsmart the guards," Did he just compliment me? I smiled sheepishly, twirling the poor fork on the empty plate unconsciously. "Who's the target?" I asked suddenly, feeling bold. If Emma could do this, then I can definitely pull this through. "He's a deadly Mafia boss, that's why you must be extraordinarily careful. One silly mistake and we are dead meats." He spoke coldly, carefully pointing out important details.

He slapped him in the face and shouted, "B*stard, I'm your boss!" "Boss, what happened to you?" the punk-styled man exclaimed, covering his mouth with his hands. "Damn it, it's all your fault!" After that, the gangster leader kicked fiercely him in the stomach. Then he pointed to the pile of money in front of the little fellow and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get the money back!" The other gangsters came back to their senses and rushed over to grab the money. But after a few seconds, these people turned around and rushed toward their leader once again. They kicked the leader of the gangsters flat and gave him another beating.

I didn't hesitate, I quickly drank three cups of water. “Follow me… my boss wants to see you," he said. At the mention of his boss, my heart started sweating and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. ‘Why does your boss wants to see me?’ I asked myself deep down in shock. Gladmir had taught me many things and one of them was; I learnt was how ruthless a mafia can be.

“I am.” “You’re not.” “You don’t get it,” the Boss said with his voice rising for the first time. “The streets don’t forgive weakness. Neither do the men I deal with. Out there? You’d already be dead.” “And in here? I’m supposed to be grateful I’m alive?” “Yes.” “Well, I’m not.” The silence that followed was suffocating. The Boss didn’t move, neither did Rico. It felt like standing on the edge of something sharp, waiting to see who would jump first.

" I don't know . Maybe I'm also seeing a side of you that I don't know too . Whose side are you on ? " "You ask me a question that I don't have an answer to but when it comes to matters of the heart and our family I'm always on your side it's just that I didn't know that you were calling the shots with regards to an organization that has been against both my uncles and fathers gangs. " " You wanted to shoot a bullet through my head on the first night we met but you didn't." " Who is your boss ? " " Wouldn't you love to know ? "

Mobsters surrounded the pavilion well armoured with riffles so escaping wasn't in his dictionary. Roger smirked standing beside Boss like a bodyguard, he was a man in his mid forties and he sees Boss as a God ever since Boss rescued him from a fire that burned down the orphanage he was living, killing every soul expect him . " So Micheal after everything I did for you , you still stab me at the back and tried to run away with my money " Boss said coldly. Micheal cries the more begging for his life " I'm so sorry Boss, I didn't know what came over me , pls forgive me "

He said, taking a few steps backwards, “I'll return when your boss is around, just come for business!” He said as he lifted up his hands playfully in the air and then walked away. Seeing his full look, he was more like a gang leader or a gangster than a gentleman and I couldn't help but wonder what Angel got to do with such a person. But then again, it's none of my business, he was a mafia's boss afterall, what other kind of people would he associate with.