Game Bunuh Bos Novels & Stories

"Go, Mr. Gunawan. I don't want violence in the office where I work." Firman looked at Gunawan who was still standing where he was. He regretted what had just happened. Regrets the nature of Gunawan who harasses Anna while he is applying for cooperation with his company

As a Mafia, I thought finding an enemy would be easy like the wind, but this mysterious fellow turned out to be hard nut for anyone to get a hold of. No trace or link. He's like a ghost. The other bosses are beginning to lose their minds over the recent attacks we've been receiving. We lost two Bosses to this stranger. One a Gamma, the other a mere business wolf. Their heads found in their base, their men all dead, their hideout scattered into nothing. Like that wasn't all. The wolf force were given a tip of their base, along with evidences showing their involvement in the distribution of the dangerous drugs.

I grab my sandwich and take a bite"It's not healthy. That job is forcing you a lot, don't you think you should give yourself a break? She snorts and shakes her head. " It's nothing special Kia"Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos.

"Why must you kill Ambrose? And going as far as causing a disturbance downtown just to kill him?" "Because he got in the way of our business. My boss never liked him, so he wants Ambrose killed. If Ambrose Hamilton dies, our business can go on." "What business?" Just as the man was about to say something, he suddenly coughed up blood. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He was no more. "Boss, he's dead!" Zayn said. Rachel asked, "Boss, is Ambrose in danger? Do you plan to rescue him?"

He's triggering the release of a mafia demon! Geovanni came running in a few minutes later. What now! "Nora, Alana and Aria were shot dead!" he yelled "Seventeen of our men too and money and guns are missing." I know about the girls but money too! Right under our noses! He's got to have men working here and when I find them they will never see daylight again.

I try to ignore my juvenile reaction and concentrate on his words. As I do, I come up with the reason I'm acting like I'm sixteen instead of twenty-five. It's because wine, lust, the fear of loneliness, and Duncan Willis all work together to create a dangerous and somewhat embarrassing concoction. "Ms. Miller, Jennifer," he begins. I lift my hand. "Mr. Willis. You're one of the owners of Buchanan and Willis. The company doesn't have a policy against fraternization outside the office."

It was all he had seen and inhaled for the past thirty days. Now, the Boss stepped away from the mutilated corpse, the bloodied bat in his grip swinging lazily before he tossed it to a goon, ordering, “Get rid of it.” The goon obeyed. Now, there were four of them left in the room—Connor, Asher, Tristan, and his uncle, who was washing his hands in a sink at the far end of the room. Usually, the Boss left this part of the job to him or Asher, but today seemed to be a special day. That, or the victim was a special one.

They shoot no one They gather alll the school in hall Me and alice too included Alice holds my hand tight and so hard like an ionic bond The terrorist start their speech when the principal is the one holding mic for them with shaking hand Thier boss said Boss : we're paid to come here and kill everyone of you Everyone start crying The boss takes guns and a thing that look like grenade From thier black you'll know thier from Africa Just as he is about to shoot One of thier gang run to him and says some word to his ear The boss seem interested in the discussion cause of the face get happy Boss : we're here to kill everyone of you but what if someone in you sacrifice him or herself for all of y

I calmly pulled up the System panel and clicked Terminate Partnership. In my previous life, in this exact moment, they had stripped me of everything I'd built and kicked me out. This time, we ended it differently. I smiled, cold, and pressed Confirm. "Right. Keep your own blood, sweat, and tears."

The kind of move Francis loved to make — quiet, theatrical, leaving just enough to make me question everything. My phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down at the notification, and my stomach dropped even further. **Breaking News: Francis Williams spotted in the city. Long-thought deceased rival businessman returns amid mysterious circumstances.** The article showed a blurry photo of a tall man with pale skin and sharp features stepping out of a black car. Francis. Alive. Smiling like the devil himself. “Son of a bitch,” I muttered, gripping the phone so hard the screen cracked. “You were supposed to be dead. We made sure of it.”