Helluva Boss Glitz And Glam Novels & Stories

Who the hell is this? He smiled at me revealing his gold grills around his tooth with different kinds of diamonds engraved on it. "I missed you, Babe," he said. "I don't even know you either," I said. "And for the record, you were not my boyfriend," I raised a brow. Who the hell is this? Is he out of his mind? He removed his eyeglasses and gave me a fake hurt. "Aw. Did you forget, Brandon? The one you meet in the comfort room that is oozing with good looks and muscle who genuinely gave you a handkerchief?" he smiled.

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.”

’ “BOSS! I GOT THE CRAZY OLD MAN!” The bald man was really annoyed and his vicious gaze landed on his subordinate. “Why did you bring him? Do you want me to do your job?” He huffed. “No, boss. I apologize.” The thug subordinate pushed the crazy old man in front of the bald man. This was his time to show off that he was fierce and deserved to be promoted. He stepped on the old man’s chest and loudly asked. “Do you know this lady?” The bald man took off the other pair of his shoes and hit the subordinate’s leg a few times. “What b-llsh-t are you doing? Get your legs off the old man!”

Even the bug fixes matched mine. Something was seriously wrong. That was when a voice, low and sharp, cut right into my ear. "Kelsey, are you snooping through my code?"

Danger clung to them like a second skin. One of them pulled out a badge. It glowed under the dim club lights, a seal etched in gold, authority radiating from it. The other man’s voice rang out, steady and merciless. “The Boss said you should get the fuck out of his hotel.” The whole room stilled. “And while you’re at it,” the man continued, his eyes narrowing, “remove his property from your mouth. Because you won’t inherit shit you didn’t work for. Gold-digging bastard.”

I can't believe it. "Well, I've got the job."" " Yeah, you've got the job."" He replies casually, losing interest in me. And turns toward the blonde Barbie. As I hobbled away from the stage, a slight movement in the far shadows caught my eyes. At the dim edges of the club, l see the glint of snakeskin as Haze Wood's quietly slips out of the black and gold doors.And I know without a doubt: London's most elusive mafia boss, Haze Wood's has just hired me.

the second one added. The boss sighed, rubbing his temples like I had given him a migraine. “Jesus Christ.” I smiled sweetly. “Hi.” His dark eyes locked onto mine, unreadable. “Still got an attitude, huh?” I shrugged. “Still holding me hostage, huh?” His jaw twitched. “You’ll break soon.” “You wish.” He exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re exhausting.” “I get that a lot.” One of the men chuckled under his breath. The boss shot him a glare, and the guy immediately shut up.

"Young ladies, it's so boring to drink alone. Why don't you come and accompany me?" Just as Eliza and Gloria were drunk, a perverted voice came from behind. Then there was a burst of laughter. "Boss, do you want both of them? Why don't you give me one?" The man called "Boss" laughed. "I don't think these two are enough. They are tender little things. I can ruin them overnight!" The man's voice alarmed Gloria.

I fucked myself hard, clit throbbing under my other hand— Held at the edge. Didn't fall. "Good girl. Such a good, desperate girl. Now—listen to me. Whatever name I have. Whatever face. I'm the man who knows how to destroy you. I'm the man who knows how to put you back together. And right now, I'm the man who's going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life." "Yes. Yes, please—" "Come, Velvet. Come now. Come for me."

"Didn't realize you were in here." My hands were folded behind my back, and slowly, I raised my right hand, flicking my index finger in a casual, almost bored gesture. "Hey, Clint." "Yeah, Boss?" "Help me smash some stuff." A slow smirk spread across his scarred face, creeping one eyebrow upward. "You sure, Boss?" he focused his gaze on me, as dark amusement began to glitter in his eyes. "I won't hold back." "The more realistic it sounds, the better."