Cold Hearted Boss Gangster Quotes Novels & Stories

he questioned me "I hate to admit it but yes." I replied looking down at the food on my plate "But I guess I judged the book by its cover. I'm sorry." "Its fine." he smiled at me "I'll admit that I was thinking you'd me one difficult girl but when I saw you I changed my mind." I looked at him. "I'm glad you're not." he smiled "You make my job a little easier." I nodded. Don't give trouble Royalty. Running a mafia is hard enough. He's probably stressed out with work so be a good girl as much as you can.

Hahaha" Vincent hid me at his back. And the guy walked closer and pointed his gun. "I'm maybe the only one who just left because that was what my boss told me but you don't have to like this hehe.." The guy said and maybe he meant the one he was holding, a gun… "Don't let me use this to you and to that girl that granddaughter of the mafia, you know that I love doing that…" "Yeah right, try it and you'll see what you are looking for. Did you know that your boss is such a stupid? Because he doesn't leave a lot of you. Poor you,"

So what can be the cause of his laughter? Soon after, his men joined in, and I was the only one in this dark enclosed room not laughing like the bunch of fools around me. "Enough!" I ordered, and the laughter ceased instantly—well, except the boss, who now took a cigar out of his pocket and pointed it towards one of his lackeys, who lightened it with a lighter immediately. "The boss has won himself a firecracker," he said in between laughter and drawing his cigar. The boss? If the leader of the gang—who I, alongside everyone in this area, know as Scar, the leader of the HELLBOUND SONS MC—was referring to someone else as the boss... does that mean what I think it does?

he hollered, unable to keep his Cool. May frown, she laughed heartily and snapped at Boss Cool, “are you deaf? If you are not deaf, you will be able to hear this time, none of you will be leaving here, till, this old witch tell me, what she meant by that nonsense she just spouts now?” she reiterated coldly. Manager Zack, who was standing as cool as a cucumber, deep down was excited. 'May, you never would have believed your arrogance will dig your grave faster than you have ever imagined

He asked, his face contouring sadness. "Yes, Dante, it is true. Your as*hole boss and I are over!" I told him with a wide grin, making him twitch his lips. "What's that expression?" "Ah! Sorry about that. Just that, I thought no matter what, you guys would not give up on each other. You see, Madam Shantel is a scheming woman, and she has lots of stuff on her sleeves. Boss might have~"

“Mr. Nikos, the police and justice system of this city also work for me. You know what happens after a few calls.” The boss’s nostrils flared and his face turned red. “If you think you could threaten me with that, go to your daddy and cry to him about it.” Cheers and ridicule were heard among the other gangsters inside the opulent room with them. For a gang getting no profit, they sure do look tacky. Looking back at his lone guard, he shook his head sadly. “I know, it’s a shame. Even my father wouldn’t be able to save you now. So what about this, since I hate wasting time?” He clasped his fingers together.

“… It will also help if you call on a therapist who you can speak to, but if that's too hard for you, you can talk to me. I know you are part of a mafia gang, maybe your boss is a jerk who doesn't consider your feelings, but I care. All you need to do is tell me everything and I will pay a visit to your leader. Don't worry, he can't do anything to me if you are scared. My papa is a leader of his clan so no one can touch me. I've heard that Mafia leaders are ruthless. Dad said it's just a facade to implicit fear in people. I'm sure your boss is nice.”

“There’s rules here, and the first is you don’t mouth off to the boss.” “Boss?” I scoffed, turning to face him fully. “You mean the thug in charge of this dump? Let me guess—he’s as pathetic as the rest of you.” His grin faded, replaced by a dark, knowing look. “You just signed your death warrant, rich boy.” --- It didn’t take long for them to come. That night, the so-called “boss” of the cell block and his lackeys cornered me in the showers. I had been scrubbing off the filth of the day.

My eyes caught this lady's face who was watching the scene unfold with a great fear in her eyes, she was visibly shivering “ I will mind my business if you deliver her to me, if you don't, then my ass will be in your business till I'm tired. You better think about it before doing something stupid “ I said, my voice firmer and colder than the first. “leave Now” Like they knew it was the last chance I was given them, they knew better than even challenging me, everybody knows how deadly and cold blooded I am, I don't need no bodyguards guarding me cause I can take on any person I want, so everybody knows and would want to get o my bad side.

Dominic finally lifted his gaze, his eyes like shards of ice. "The boys on the street are spooked," Carmine added. He reached into his coat, pulled a brass-plated .45, and slammed it onto the table. The heavy thud echoed in the silence. "Morale is in the gutter. They need a Boss, not a CEO." "What’s the move, Carmine?" Dominic asked, his voice dangerously low. "Blood," Carmine spat. "Drop the suit. Tell the boys to pull the plastic off the long guns. We burn what he loves. You fight fire with a goddamn inferno."