Cold Hearted Boss Gangster Quotes Novels & Stories

His grin like it was some kind of hidden joke. My stomach churned. Don’t react. Don’t speak. I knew better than to meet his eyes, but every instinct in me was screaming, fight. “When did the boss become a faggot?” the first man spat, his voice dripping with venom. “Maybe we should test it out. Since the boss’ll kill him anyway…” Those words landed like a fist to my chest. My breath hitched, and for a second, everything froze. Not because they insulted Nikolai. Not even because they said he’d kill me. But because of what they wanted to do. What they thought they could do.

I strolled to the bar to calm myself; I needed to be tough; I couldn't let my emotions weaken me, as Andrew Corona had told me. "Please serve me a cocktail," I asked the bartender. I stand back and watch the reunion, introduction, and contract signing from a safe distance. The Black Mafia's king approached my boss and exchanged greetings as if he meant it. My Boss smiled back at him before he left. "This man is a demon." I'm sure she wished she could strangle him at the time. "Wow, what a lovely lady," I heard from behind.

“I’ve been around words for a while. They feel like home.” She leaned in a little, lowering her voice. “Speaking of home… Do you know what people call our boss outside this building?” I blinked. “No, what?” “The Cold Demon.” I raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “Yes now!” she said, whispering dramatically. “They say he’s this shrewd, cold-hearted perfectionist. Barely smiles, never jokes, and if you mess up around him? Forget it. He’ll ice you out faster than HR can type your resignation letter.”

“YA ponimayu, chto ty boss mafii, i znayu, chto etot mrachnyy, izvrashchennyy mir sformiroval tebya takim, kakoy ty yest'. No prezhde vsego etogo… prezhde vlasti, prezhde strakha, prezhde krovi na tvoikh rukakh… ty vse yeshche chertov chelovek.” (I understand that you’re a mafia boss, and I know this dark, twisted world has shaped you into who you are. But before all of that… before the power, before the fear, before the blood on your hands… you’re still fucking human.) I shook my head immediately, refusing to let his words sink in.

In the night, he looked up and met face to face with a pair of horrendous incomparable eyes, crimson crimson blood all over, even more frightening is that in those eyes, a pair of deep black pupils, cold and stern, flashing with a murderous aura. In an instant, Fatty's mind suddenly felt it clearly - this person was truly capable of killing! That horrible person, however, said to him with a persistent, yet stupidly angry face, "I'm not hitting you! You didn't hit Tong Tong." Fatty got a chill down his backbone from that glance. He said stiffly, "Thank you." After saying that, he realized that he had said something stupid and was chagrined. "Fatty! Don't let them go! Otherwise we're screwed!"

The fat man swallowed his spit and with flickering eyes, he pointed at Philip while shouting, “You… Don’t be too arrogant! My boss is Ray of Dunham Street! He’s a ruthless character and was jailed before! If you do anything to me, he’ll definitely not let you off!” After speaking, he hurriedly took out his phone from his pocket to make a call. Then, he sneered, got up from the ground, and looked at both Philip and Chloe. He said arrogantly, “Boy, you’re dead for sure! My boss will be here soon. If you don't want to die, get lost now! Otherwise, when he comes, you won't be able to leave! My boss is a big player in the streets! Since you ruined my plans and hurt my boys, my boss will definitel

I let out a snort, “Tell your boss that I don't move around with people who kill without mercy!” “Boss only did that for your safety. They would have come after you” I bobbed my head in acknowledgment. Of course, that's what happens when you're serving the person, he is never bad in your eyes. Instead, he is the sweetest man you would ever know even if he kills right in front of you! “Go back and tell your boss that I am sick and tired of him. I would not go anywhere with you or with him”

He paused, his voice dropping even lower. "With your body, I was actually worried you couldn't take it." My face burst into flames again. This man—the Boss who terrorized Mafia executives and ended lives with a single word. When talking about this with me, he sounded... worried? I shook my head to snap out of the weird flutter in my chest. No. I couldn't let him off easy. I was going to pay him back tenfold for how he humiliated me today. I took a deep breath and typed furiously.

Andrew punched Li Wei in the face and spat “Answer the Chairman’s question cunt!” “She is weak and not good enough to be our Phoenix! I was giving the Boss a way out!” Li Wei said weakly. “Why you little..” Lucas said about to punch Li Wei again but Tony raised a hand. “Oh? So my Granddaughter is not good enough for Xan?” Tony said his eyes as cold as ice. “Chairman Anderson this is not a sentiment I feel at all!” Xan said shaking in anger. “But what of your Gang, Xan? What do they feel?” Tony snapped.

"What the hell are you guys doing there instead of helping with the unloading?" One of the men came running to me and explained, "Boss, those motherfuckers lent 60k from us and haven't returned it yet. We managed to catch them tonight while they were planning to steal a few boxes from us." "So you are beating them to death? How is this a solution?" I questioned, and he hung his head in shame. "Give them some permanent damage for trying to screw us. Chop off a few fingers or toes, you idiot." His face glowed as he exclaimed, "Got it, Boss," and ran back to his group to inform them of my order. Those two culprits cried out in protest as my men brought out their knives.