Game Bunuh Bos Novels & Stories

"Those guys from Catania... they lent me money to gamble..." Vito pulled out the Beretta he kept at the back of his belt. "So you sold them our stuff to pay them. Good job." "No, no, I swear..." Vito pointed the gun at his right foot, just above his dirty flip-flops. "Don Mimmo wants a clear message." Ponada's eyes widened. "Vito, no, please..." The shot came out sharply, barely muffled by the homemade silencer. Ponada's foot exploded in a spray of blood and bone splinters. The boy screamed, an animalistic cry that ricocheted off the walls of the buildings.

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

Mouse walked in, his presence carrying something dangerous that one can't ignore. Anthonio raised and turned towards him smiling. “Mouse.” Mouse didn't return the smile. His face was always set in a cold way devoid of any feelings but Anthonio didn't feel hurt; instead, he walked towards him and placed his hand on his shoulders. “Missed you, man.” “I won't say the feeling is mutual,” Mouse grumbled and Anthonio laughed. “What is going on?” “Someone was sent to kill the boss,” Bruno replied from his corner and Mouse snarled.

"Tell him to set the bomb. It's going to kill everybody in that mansion. Everything will be destroyed by the time the SWAT gets down there. Boss' order." Pablo completed the statement after the abrupt pause and Brock was thrown into a state of utter bewilderment on hearing just how cruel his boss could be in a bid to cover up his tracks. This was the height of it all. Killing numerous people at once just because you don't want them to get caught. Selfish cruelty.

Meanwhile, chaos erupted next door! The boss felt it was unsafe, "Oh my, sir, I'll refund you, I'll refund you, please don't hit me!" Quincy quickly went to comfort the boss, "Don't worry, don't worry. For the damaged items, we'll buy them later." With a bang, a bullet flew towards a porcelain doll next door, shattering it instantly. "Hey young man, you're supposed to be shooting at balloons, why are you shooting over here?" The boss on this side was displeased, and he turned to the balloon-shooting booth boss and said, "Is this deliberate? You're targeting me because my business is doing well?"

“Bullshit.” “It’s true. Bernardino was pissed that you thought you could rob the bank without asking him first. So he hired me and told me where you’d be.” How the fuck had he known that? If this prick was telling the truth. “You expect me to believe that our own boss tried to kill us?” “It was meant to scare you off. Think, man. If Bernardino wanted you dead, he’d have had me put that bomb in your car.” “So why blow up the Tambayan Rolling Barrel Bar & Restaurant?”

I swear I did", Steve the third guy said. He restlessly raged in anger. " And I told you I found him, you couldn't do one single job well, could you. It's clear you are useless here , I told you no one fails my orders' ',The Boss said ,venting in anger. He took out his Gun and Shot a bullet into Steve's chest and another into his head again. Steve shouted in pain and fell to the ground ,dying in his cold blood. " Callum, get rid of the body and order the boys to bring in the deliveries tonight. A new brand was shipped in an hour ago. Do a very neat work and bring my Guns to me", the boss ordered the remaining two.

Yet now, there were this many SSS-rank bosses gathered in one place. Just standing there was enough to make the players' sanity plummet. Gavin barely held himself together and threatened me with his dagger. "Hurry! Save us!" I shot him a glance, stood up, and addressed the bosses. "Everyone, calm down for a second. Have you forgotten? This supermarket is governed by rules. As long as we're inside, NPCs are not allowed to kill." Otherwise, they would be punished by the system. The bosses fell silent for a beat. The next second, the vengeful spirit let out a furious scream. "I don't care! I'm killing them today!"

Half of his cock was on the ground, they were even more awed to see Camila laughing. Boss wasn't moved. He expressed no feeling. "Boss, look what she has done to me." The goon cried out. What boss did next only ended his misery. He shot the goon on the forehead. The shot shook everyone present. Camila smiled. '𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉.'

Below the photo, a message: “Does HR know you’re fucking the boss? Walk away in 24 hours or everyone sees everything.” His blood went cold. For a moment, he couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Could only stare at the screen and the image that represented the destruction of everything they’d just built. “What is it?” Vivian asked, her voice still soft and satisfied from what they’d just done. She was propped up on one elbow, watching him with curious eyes. “Alexander? What’s wrong?” He didn’t answer. Couldn’t form words. Someone knew. Someone had evidence. Someone was trying to destroy them.