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“You’re insane, Luna.” My best friend, Mara, had told me about men like him. Dangerous. Beautiful. The kind who could destroy your peace and make you thank them for it. And now, one of them was my boss. The next morning, I arrived ten minutes early. The lobby was buzzing with people in suits, heels clicking against marble floors. Everyone looked like they belonged—except me. The receptionist gave me an ID card. “Mr. Stone’s assistant is out sick. You’ll be filling in today.”

He watched me eat him up with his eyes as he tossed his head back to take another sip of his whiskey,his eyes peeking at me from under long luscious lashes. I was enamoured by his eyes. I've never seen eyes like his in my life .Under the bar's strobe lights ,his eyes glinted with an icy gray and warm golden colour.The red motes in the iris's of his eyes sparkles. I watched him undress me with his eyes . My nerve endings began to tingle. He whispered to a heavily built man whose body language screamed "security detail " . In seconds,the heavily built made for me . "The boss wants to see you "

the woman begged, crawling toward one of the men and clinging to his arm. We didn’t expect him to shoot her in the head. She died instantly. I froze in shock as blood splashed onto my body. "Don’t fight or try to run away. This isn’t the worst thing you’ll face. I killed that woman because she was pregnant. Don’t try to get pregnant, or I’ll kill you too," he threatened. I lowered my head, trembling, and held the hand of the woman beside me. She whispered for me to calm down and avoid eye contact.

Another day, another job, another new burner phone number. I fell into this job by accident really. A mob boss was having dinner at the restaurant a few years ago and he rented out the entire venue for him and his men to dine, drink and plot. By the end of the dinner, I had sent the waitstaff home and I was basically just waiting for them to leave when a gunman shot through the glass window and killed the boss’ second in command. The men scattered, grabbing their holsters and jackets from the chairs and coat closet and running out the door to get their revenge. The mob boss sat in his chair the entire time his men scurried around the restaurant, I watched him from my seat at the bar as he fi

Code B said. Code F scoffs. "Our shadow boss isn't too ignorant about this? Does he even fit to be our bos—" He was cut off when Code Red swung his sword, not to mention his fast reflex like a professional assassin; now he is behind Code F. Blood squirted Code B's mask, even spurted to the table. The new Code F's body fell down to the floor; beheaded. The floor streamed with dark red sticky blood. Everyone who witnessed the no mercy killing instantly trembled in terrify. Anyone who defies the boss will got killed in no matter of hesitation, any second, any time. So be careful with the words and attitude you'll pull off.

The cartel boss staggered, but his defiance was evident as he tried to raise his weapon again. Fabio closed the distance, his heart pounding as he approached the wounded man. “You’ve destroyed lives, including mine. This is for everyone you’ve hurt.” With a swift, determined motion, Fabio took aim and fired again. The bullet struck Santos in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground. The cartel boss’s eyes were wide with shock and pain as he took his last breaths. The battle was over, the warehouse now a scene of devastation. Fabio’s team had secured the area, ensuring that no reinforcements would arrive to challenge their victory. The cartel’s operation had been dismantled, its leader e

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“I know it must be killing you.” I turned around and opened the little fireplace in the wall. “They say you can't feel more than one emotion at once,” I said, putting on the gloves. “One must surpass the other.” I picked up the glowing red rod from the furnace. “Hearing your screams bounce off the walls of this room would do just the trick.” I walked back to him, waving the rod in front of his face. He leaned back, his eyes widening in fear. “Look, I was hired,” he screamed. “That person you killed did most of the work. I don't even know what was inside the fucking video.”

With that, I slammed my hands on the table and the fucker quieted down in an instant. “Mr. Scott, what were the options for Mr. Lloyd?” “File a case against him for assault or have him step down as a CEO of HUSSELL Lawyers.” Jay said calmly, but I knew that he was boiling inside. “Right! Since I am the victim of Mr. Hussell’ actions, I have a say in all of this. Since he is not cooperating with us, and he is rather…. Violent, I am going to file a case, get a restriction order against him and have him declare for bankruptcy. That will make him step down as the CEO. This case is solved. We will see you later in court Mr. Hussell. Enjoy your day. Tiger, we have a meeting in 10 minutes.” With th

And eventually, losing the awe and admiration of his wife, son and their friends. "Yes, leave us with the ladies, we don't mind, Georg," Abram said, smiling. A harmless joke coming from him. “But beware of the ladies, for they have something they want from you,” The Boss replied—and that wasn't a joke. The Boss asked Gina and Rhonda to take care of his good friends, Abram and Adrian, then he shook Abram's and Adrian's hands as he excused himself from the finished lunch. Once he had left, Abram turned to Gina,