Fizzarolli Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

The next person on his killing list was in his head already. “Lorenzo Ferrari… Asshole!” He yelled in his head thinking of a better way to get back at him other than killing him right away. “That would be too easy.” He muttered and opened his eyes again. He sat up and reached for his phone, he put a call across to him assistant and waited for him to pick up. “Mr. Roberto.” Vincenzo his assistant said in a cranky voice. “What’s wrong?” Roberto asked in a hoarse voice.

When I called him he looked up at me and kept staring at me without blinking his eyes. ‘Whao! Someone got melted looking at me.’ I was grinning in my mind only to jolt awake when his loud voice fall on my ear. “Are you a tortoise? Why are you walking so slowly? Do I look like a driver to you? That I will be waiting for you in front of your house. I'm your Boss.” “Sorry, Boss.” I said meekly. Did he just have to spoil my whole mood? Jerk. “Do you want me to open the door for you madam?” He spoke with mockery and I immediately shook my head.

Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume, not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office. And two... I was pissed. I want you so badly, Aria. I need you" and now he didn't recognize me? What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor sunglasses, his oh-so-cool cigarette, and his stupid black borderline-tuxedo. I hated him. Work was painfully slow that day. It seemed that the arrival of Logan Mendel. his name was Logan, just plain old Logan, not any of the aforementioned exotic names such as Blaze, Blade, Slade, or Jethro...

“Quiet!” Leon frowned and sent a palm strike in annoyance. His intangible energy hit Farris and sent him flying until he hit the wall and coughed blood. The others dared not say much while Carlson sneered. “You shouldn’t overestimate yourself and doubt a smasher!” Even Harry was sitting with a straight face and calm composure without making any noise. The hidden boss of Soulspring Pharmaceutical was not in Skyriv, and with a smasher present, he could only take the smasher’s words as they were. The truth was no longer important as they could not afford to offend this smasher. Moreover, Harry would not possibly offend the smasher just for Farris!

“What the heck happened to you?” Alba asked as she saw her boss come inside her office with a small lopsided smile on his annoyingly handsome face, and a wet suit with what looks like coffee, “Why are you wet with coffee, why are you not screaming, and why do you look like you’re higher than that american rapper, Snoop Dogg?” she asked without taking a single breath. She ended her questioning with sarcasm just to erase teh stupid smile on his face.

Then froze. Of course. Of fucking course. The universe hated me. Lukas stood inside alone. My boss looked infuriatingly perfect this morning, his dark suit fit him flawlessly, his silver watch gleamed beneath the overhead lights, his hair looked annoyingly neat. And those grey eyes, those awful, dangerous grey eyes, immediately found mine. A slow smile tugged at his mouth, it was just enough to tell me how much he was enjoying this. I wanted to scream. Instead, I stared straight ahead. If looks could kill, the man would already be dead.

"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.

"What do you want to see?” I followed suit when I noticed he was sitting into one of the cushion chairs. My body instantly felt relaxed. The chair was properly padded with firm but soft foam. It was, hand down, better than the creaky chair I had in my apartment. He placed the box of pizza on his legs, pointing the remote in the direction of the TV. The first thing I noticed was the big red colored “N*****x" writing on the screen. "Anything you want to see?” He asked again as he flipped through the option on the screen.

"Let me see you climb. Let me see you get close." I was climbing fast. Too fast. The edge rushed toward me— I stopped. Yanked my hand away. One. I grabbed my phone. Typed with trembling fingers: Edge one. Stopped just in time. God, Sir, I'm so wet. Good. Describe the fantasy. Who's watching you? My boss, I admitted. I keep imagining it's him. And what is he doing? Sitting in a chair. Watching. Telling me what to do. Is he touching himself?

That made a lump form in my throat, stealing my breath at the same pace a dark, cold force took over my body, remembering the images of what they'd done to her. "He... he's mine," Angela said in a hoarse voice but didn't look at me—her eyes rolled to Filippo. "I want him and his men. Alive!" "Seems she enjoyed fucking with us more than with you, Demon of the Camorra," the worm taunted me, making my hatred—and revulsion—grow. Unable to contain all the emotions I was feeling in that instant, I lunged at him, smashing my fist into his face and throwing him to the ground before mounting him, hitting him several times.