Cuphead Casino Bosses Novels & Stories

My boots barely made any sound because of the soft fur rug and I walked downstairs quickly, not taking the elevator in case she forgot something and came back. The city of Seoul is bustling at night. I hailed down a taco and sat behind. “Where to sir?” “The best casino you have here.” The man muttered something about foreigners but I ignored him, excited. I paid him when he came to a stop, coming down in front of the casino. It is exactly like the ones at home. There's a regal butler standing there. “Where is the pool table?” “Hello sir,” she smirked, bowing slightly. “Our pool players are requested to hold a minimum of five thousand dollars in the account.”

The chandeliers glowed once more, heavy velvet curtains blocked every view from the outside, and a long table stretched across the main hall, laid out not with food, but with files, ledgers, envelopes full with cash, and bottles of imported liquor. One by one, they arrived. Inspector Ramírez, a man with a hawk nose and eyes too smart to belong to a friend. Judge Ellington, his shining hair slicked back, face tight with fear inside his arrogance. Senator Valdez, whose speeches on justice had long been financed by dirty pockets. Others too—eight men and three women in total, all powerful in their circles, all dirty enough to know the cost of defiance. The Boss greeted each not with a handshake

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

When it works, I herd him back to the team of furry suits and he forgets about Barney for a while and giggles at Mickey Mouse. I keep my gaze on Austin as he walks over to bloated Robin Hood and they shake hands like longtime friends. Suddenly, the manager seems to have developed a loud voice and I almost hear all the stuff he tells Austin, amidst the gleeful chatter from the kids around me. It turns out that bloated Robin Hood, whom I initially thought was the manager, is actually the owner of this amusement park. He must be rolling in money, and maybe that's why he is so fat. He is also a long-time friend of Austin.

“Anyway, I’m gonna give you a heads up. Our boss was here and you have to take their order. You will be the one who’s in charge while he’s here. Now, go back to your post and start working.” As expected, I got a pen and a piece of paper as Miss Castro told me the table number. I was busy filling up necessary information and wasn’t looking at him when I stopped at number 36, only for me to find out that the boss she was talking to is someone I know. “F-Franco?” Goddamnit!

she keeps talking while I feel unsafe here, the assistant chef is walking on my way. He whispered something to the head maid before he quickly went back to his place upstairs, serving food and cocktail drinks to those playing casino games. The old man from earlier is also there, which keeps smiling at me, I even caught him winking at me. "Your shift is over, right? Don't come in tomorrow, it's just the regulars. After all, they don't need many cleaners." the head maid informed us. "Goodbye." "Thank you." "Goodbye," I said as I tried to straighten my posture, my back hurts.

They didn't look like tourists; they looked like they owned the building. "Room for one more?" Jackson asked, throwing a black metal card onto the table. "Unlimited credit line." The Pit Boss checked the card. His hands shook slightly. "Mr... Sterling? Please, take a seat." Jackson sat down. Serenity stood behind him, resting her hand on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. To the others, she looked like a trophy wife. In reality, she was his spotter. Across the table sat Mr. Chen, the owner of the casino and a major shareholder in Genesis Corp. He had a gold tooth and cold, reptilian eyes.

At this time, Chen Miao, who was watching the fun, also followed Qin Rou and said to the security guard, "You are just a gatekeeper. Quickly inform him. You don't want to be punished by your boss because of this, do you?" The boss was upstairs, and he didn't speak at all. The security guard didn't need to inform him. "Our boss is upstairs, but he didn't inform me. Please leave," the security guard said politely. When they heard that the boss was upstairs, Qin Rou and Chen Miao looked at Manfred because only he seemed to have the potential to be the boss. Of course, on the surface, Manfred was indeed the boss of Hex Capital Nightclub. How many people knew that Hex Capital Nightclub belonged t

There is another woman in the room, seated at the window sill, just nonchalantly gazing out the window, not caring at anything that is going on. “Boss..this is Mister Bolgun…and he come to sell this…”.(Joseph) Joseph put down the canned corn on the Boss desk and smiled at her. The Boss of Red Cow Gang just looked up to the can and now smiling wide at it and then she looked up towards Bolgun. Joseph recognized that smile, and that is the Boss famous charming business smile, knowing these, he were quite delighted. “Oh~ the hot stuff~….Joseph…please leave us alone for now…and do kindly bring me and our guest some drink to have…”.(Boss)

“There’s a VIP room inside, and our boss is already waiting for you. Please, come with me.” Charlie followed Gopher to the VIP room. Gopher knocked before opening the door for Charlie, revealing a room of about twenty to thirty square meters. It was brightly lit, decorated in a sophisticated style and elegant furnishing. A gambling table stood in the middle, enough to accommodate around ten people. There, a bearded Caucasian man around forty sat in wait. Gopher smiled at Charlie and introduced the man. “Mr. Wade, this is the boss of our gang, Mr. Andre Rich.”