Helluva Boss Episode 1 Novels & Stories

And the oldest, Giacomo, grey temples, Roman accent thick as supplì—his own countryman, inside for life since the Banda della Magliana days. They watched Vito the way wolves watch a new dog enter the pen. Giacomo flicked his cigarette away and walked over, slow, no hurry. “Vito Andolini,” he said, voice low. “They told me the Boss finally arrived. Thought you’d be taller.” Vito met his eyes. “They told you wrong. I’m not the boss of anything anymore.” Giacomo smiled without warmth. “In here, everyone’s something. Question is what you’re willing to pay to become it again.”

Heavens what was happening here? "Oh my God. I didn't know I'll meet the two bosses in person. Pardon my manners, I am Lloyd Hussell of Hussell Lawyers and..." "Hussell Lawyers? Is it that shittiest law firm baby?" Mr. Scott looked at Mr. Calu who nodded and massaged my hand. "Ohhhh... So you are the new boss huh? I thought you'd make a few changes. But you are failing miserably." I wish I wasn't too gobsmacked to capture the look on Lloyd's face.

I stayed quiet, my fingers tapping nervously on my bag. When the car finally slowed and stopped in front of my apartment building, relief washed over me for half a second. I reached for the door handle. “Wait,” I said, frowning. “I never gave you the exact building number. How did you know to stop right here?” The driver turned around slowly in his seat. His thin lips stretched into a smirk that made my stomach tighten. His scarred face looked even more menacing under the dim streetlight coming through the window. “The boss says you need to make Ryder reveal his true form,” he said, his voice low and rough. “And that pretty little thing around your neck belongs to him.”

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!

After letting out some liquid in the toilet bowl, I went back to the sink to finish brushing my teeth. But then, I slowly turned to my left, and my eyes widened in shock as I saw my boss who went leaning on the door with a raised eyebrow. "Whawahellareyoudo..." I began in panic but paused as I spit out the toothpaste from my mouth, so I could talk properly. Then, I let out in shock, "What the hell are you doing here, sir?" And, the man turned his gaze to the thing in my right hold. "Hmm, I should be the one asking you, Mia. What the hell are you doing with my toothbrush?" He replied and asked me, which made me snapped my head to the thing in my hand in incredulity.

Dave said he saw Pevita walk hobbling along, so he had someone buy her some wound plaster. Pevita was a little moved and felt happy. But Pevita is afraid that other people will misunderstand because of Dave's attitude. "Dave, stand up. Lots of other people who saw us," whispered Pevita, Pevita's eyes looked guest the restaurant. "You are my boss. You shouldn't be like this with me." Dave gave up and was about to stand up while Pevita lowered her head. Duk, their heads hit hard. Pevita became embarrassed. "Sorry, Director," said Pevita shyly, her hand stroked her head, which hit Dave's head.

A few bulky bodyguards stepped in. They slammed me down and ripped my clothes off. A neon vest—"FAKE"—went on. A placard hung from my neck. The camera zoomed in for the livestream. [Hell yeah! You're the king! This is peak content. Every expose hits hard!] [Thought rich dudes act untouchable why you crawling now.] [Philip, don't stop. Keep it coming. Need the next part.] Philip looked down at me. "My fans want it? I deliver."

He paused, his voice dropping even lower. "With your body, I was actually worried you couldn't take it." My face burst into flames again. This man—the Boss who terrorized Mafia executives and ended lives with a single word. When talking about this with me, he sounded... worried? I shook my head to snap out of the weird flutter in my chest. No. I couldn't let him off easy. I was going to pay him back tenfold for how he humiliated me today. I took a deep breath and typed furiously.

The Boss made some threats that got through their thick skin. Immediately, they switched over to video call to capture Pastor James’ whole body. They knew the battle had been lost before it even started. “Where's the captive? Are you boys playing games with me?” The boss asked. He doesn't want to believe that his eyes were leading him in the right direction. “Here he is, Boss,” Redneck responded in a faint tone, while the Jaguar stayed calm to observe the situation.

"I'm your boss here." "Drown me in the swamp." Knowing he wasn't going to win, Jose relented and pulled his phone from his pants pocket, and he opened a room chat on the number of a client who was ready to come in this morning. "You're a piece of shit, boss. Very fucking." "Thanks for the compliment."