Cold Hearted Boss Gangster Quotes Novels & Stories

I struggled to see their faces but there were shadows lingering over their faces. "You can't make me do such a terrible thing, Jericho", the man said. Jericho laughed heartily like his companion had said a joke. The sombre mood hung off the roof like stalactites and after his short laugh they thickened. "Remember you swore to do whatever the gang asked when you tattoo that quote on your chest,remember! And you killed every form of sentiment for anything even little girls", he said and pat the man on the shoulder. The man lifted his eyes and said "Yes,Boss". in a monotone before walking out.

How was it possible that someone who looked so cheery a few minutes ago looks so wicked and cold now? “The whiskey is from the boss,” the man said, tapping the cover with his finger. “This is some really good shit, and he says that you should drink a few shots so that you don't catch a cold. The last thing you want is pneumonia down in this dusty old place. The boss will be with you shortly to talk. Try not to get drunk before then. He is particularly trigger-happy when people don't take him seriously.” A smile curled his lips. “And then maybe you can give us what we've been looking for or else…”

"Why don't you go tell your boss to show his fucking face and stop hiding like a coward?" The man let out a loud laugh, clearly amused by my bravado. "My boss isn't a coward, and he definitely doesn't need to hide his face," he retorted. "I suggest you be careful of what you say, because you wouldn't want to annoy him." I stood my ground, my eyes locked with his. "I'm not afraid of your boss, or anyone else in this godforsaken place," I declared. "I'll find a way out of here, and when I do, I'll make sure he pays for what he's done to me and my family."

he demanded, his deep voice low and menacing. The wounded man stuttered, "I-I don't have it...b-but I'll get it...v-very soon." The boss's expression turned glacial. "You think I'm joking?" he repeated, his voice rising in anger. "Where. Is. My. Money?" The wounded man's words were cut short as the boss landed a brutal blow to his face, sending blood spurting from his mouth. "No excuses!" the boss roared, his icy blue eyes blazing with fury.

The message was sent by the chief himself which made me crack up. " What the fuck? I thought they wanted some fight with me, how boring. They backed off." " No-one really wants to have a meeting with you because it's not going to be peaceful chatting or discussion," Alex confronted me sarcastically. Finishing up my last puff on a cigarette, I casually added," It's not my fault. I was raised to become a cold hearted Mafia Boss. Or should I say I dreamt of becoming a powerful man who is feared by all."

The message was sent by the chief himself which made me crack up. “What the fuck? I thought they wanted some fight with me, how boring. They backed off.” “No-one really wants to have a meeting with you because it’s not going to be peaceful chatting or discussion,” Alex confronted me sarcastically. Finishing up my last puff on a cigarette, l casually added, “ It’s not my fault. I was raised to become a cold hearted Mafia Bos Or should I say I dreamt of becoming a powerful man who is feared by all.” “Your dream was wild as fuck, Boss. I don’t blame Madame for continuously scolding you. Other than her, no-one really dares to talk in a loud voice.”

“I gave you one job. One.” The man gasped, his voice shaky. “I’ll get it done, boss. This time… I’ll do it. Please, just… just spare my life.” The boss tilted his head, a slow, cold smile stretching across his face. “There are no second chances in my world.” From the corner of the room, one of the men, tall, bald, with tattoos crawling up his neck, pulled a gun from under his jacket and handed it to the boss without a word.

The boss walked towards the last man without the gun in his hand. "Faoin am seo tá a fhios agat, is fuath liom beagnach gach rud agus gach duine." he said casually and the man nodded his head in yes desperately. (Translation: By now you know, I hate practically everything and everyone.) Before he could beg him to spare his life the boss snapped his neck in a swift movement like he does it on daily basis. The man fell on the couch with his dead eyes wide opened. The guards also gulped because they knew how short tempered and impatient their boss is. They stood there silently waiting for his next order.

His eyes raked oved over me hungrily. 'Peccato che tu appartenga al Boss, non mi dispiacerebbe assaggiare quel fuoco che hai dentro, piccola mocciosa.' [Pity you belong to the Boss, I wouldn't mind tasting that fire inside you, little brat.] His dark chuckle sent shivers down my spine, especially when he told the two so-called nurses; they nodded their heads in agreement. One of them spoke up,

I screamed. The boss is also delectable! This is completely ridiculous. Totally insane! Dazzling! And take note! The size, the fat, and the length! No wonder my boss has had many women he bedded for the past years. He is very greedy in the woman's flesh. 'It's good and not human flesh, but my boss is turning into a ghost.' I shout in my mind. but if you think the boss is really greedy for meat, it's just mussels. He was really blessed in this matter.