Helluva Boss Episode 5 Novels & Stories

I asked curiously. “The boss lifted you up. It's fantastic that he was there. To be honest, I was nervous about our mission yesterday. I thought it was the end of us,” Oba said. “As in, the boss is good at fighting like an action star,” Haressa replied. “Did we get the item?” I asked them. “Yes, we got it, but the boss is burning it,” replied Glendy. “Burned? Why?” My forehead suddenly furrowed when I heard that, and I could hardly believe it.

Camila behind Boss believe blood will be spilled, this will probably be her last night. Boss smiled. "Boys, let's not draw attention to ourselves, huh?" By attention he meant the police. "I bet Blackshot is just having fun in the dressing room." Boss pointed towards the dressing room making all Blackshot men face that direction. But everything happened so fast when a gun was fired and Blackshort so called hefty leading man landing hard on the ground. Boss had pull his trigger making his shot at his left eye. The bar became a field of gun shots and dead bodies.

He held a thick envelope in one hand and a phone in the other. “Boss.” His voice cracked. “You need to see this.” Luca's expression instantly changed as he stepped in front of me, subtly but deliberately, like a human shield. “Talk.” The man hesitated only a second before giving him the envelope. Luca opened it to reveal some photos. I could not see the details, but I could see the tightness in his jaw and the tick near his temple. Then the phone was passed, and a video was already playing. It had no sound, just grainy images. I quietly stepped around him and took a peek.

“I’ll show them. I’ll show them what happens to a boy who plays games with Kroos. I’ll drag him out myself if I have to.” His voice carried enough venom that even the bartender, used to gangsters of every shade, found a reason to busy himself at the other end of the counter. Back at his mansion, The Boss sat in his leather chair, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, but he looked more alive than he had in weeks. The broadcast had drained him—the preparation, the performance—but it had also fed him something he hadn’t tasted in years: power through presence.

“Then why is your heart beating so fast?” “Because you’re—” She gasped as my hand moved lower, sliding along her collarbone. “You’re too close.” “I could get closer.” I brushed my lips against her ear, and she made a small sound that went straight to my cock. “Much closer.” “This is...” She tried again, her voice shaking. “This is inappropriate. You’re my boss.” “Right now, I’m just a man who wants you.” My hand finally cupped her breast through her shirt, and her eyes fluttered closed. “And you’re just a woman who wants me back.”

She grabbed the pen holder on her desk and raised it like she was about to throw it at me. I reacted fast and caught her wrist midair. "Irene, don't be like that. What happened last night wasn't just on me, but you can't starve yourself over it." I softened my voice on purpose, my other hand brushing lightly over the back of hers. She jerked like she had been shocked, trying to pull away, but I held on tight. "Let go! Do you even realize what you're doing? I'm your boss's wife. What we're doing isn't right!" She kept her voice low, terrified someone outside might hear.

I was just heartbroken and desperate to fill the empty void in my chest. “Elara,” he called again. “Are you there?” I looked down at my phone, biting my fingers like it was my first meal in ages. “Are you okay?” he asked again, almost panicking. “You're starting to scare me.” That's the same thing I went through when I found out that my boss and his stepson were the people I slept with. I cleared my throat and forced a smile. “Uhm, I'm here,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I just got to the house.”