Helluva Boss Comics Novels & Stories

I looked directly into his eyes as I spoke, feeling like he could read my feelings. "My friends and I were planning to go to the fiesta there for a stroll." From leaning back on his swivel chair, he straightened his posture, rested his elbows on the table, intertwined his fingers, and rested his chin on his interlocked hands. I subtly blinked several times in response to his action. He really looked like a Mafia Boss, just like in the movies I've seen. He looked cool, but I snapped out of my daydreaming when I heard what he said next. I couldn't help but widen my eyes in surprise.

When he saw Dante calmly approaching him with a chair, Cain angrily threw a punch to hit Dante, but the prison boss easily moved to the side and slammed the iron chair right on his back, adding to the pain. A piercing scream echoed around the room, getting every inmate to stop what they were doing to watch. Dante, as expected, didn't show Cain mercy. He gave the huge inmate three more slams on the back, got his chair snatched by a furious Cain who thought he was wise, but ended up taking heavy blows from the psycho boss himself. "Yes! Beat him up!" The prisoners chanted, taking Dante's side. Even the cops who were fed up with Cain's bullying, joined in the chant, supporting Dante!

He chuckled, pointing his nose and adjusting his shirt, he was very muscular, his pronounced biceps peeping through his designer vintage shirt. "It's wrong already, so it's not about how I get it. It's about what it is. And you know what, it is what it is. I'll be fine as always. And let me correct you, accept the fact that you need help. Even bosses need help too, so it's not embarrassing to need help." I added. "I really want to find out some personal things about him, and since you both have history, you're the right person to answer these questions." He indicated, looking slowly at the list he had in his hand.