Helluva Boss Verosika Crew Novels & Stories

“Please can you return to the executive penthouse right now? Alpha Lukas is undergoing a massive violent regression. He has gone completely feral, and his beastly form is attempting to escape. If you do not arrive as soon as possible, Alpha Lukas will kill me and everyone else.” My spoon slipped from my hand and crashed loudly against my plate, instantly drawing everyone’s attention. I stood up so quickly my chair scraped harshly against the floor. My heart was hammering painfully against my ribs as I blurted out, “I need to leave.” My mother narrowed her eyes as she asked. What’s wrong? You look very terrified. Did something happen?” “Something bad happened at work. I mean at the Varlor Gro

Max explained. Max was an older wolf; he had been the chief financial advisor to my father for a very long time. he was a nice enough guy, but his monotone voice only seemed to agitate me further. I couldn't sit still. I looked at my phone again. She had only left twenty minutes ago. I looked at Arrow, and he mirrored my worry. We listened to Max, who was talking about the various investments the pack had made. "We are under attack!!!!" Dex's voice screamed through the mind link. "The Luna ran! we need help now!" No sooner did he finish than the alarms signaling the attack sounded all around us.

He chuckled shortly and shook his head the same way you'd do when you know your toddler was lying to you. “Word is that The Dead Revenants are currently engaged in a rival feud with the Hellfangs MC. Now, while I don't know who those notorious criminals are, I assure you that I'm gonna find them, Mr Voss.” He actually knew so much, too much about the gangs, I'll give him that. But whatever he was up against, he had no idea of how dangerous it was and how it would all turn against him in a bad way if he dug too deep.

“You’re a natural killer, sunshine!” “Don’t call her that!” Cruz barked. We dove behind a rusted car, breathing hard. Cruz peeked out, then ducked as bullets tore through the windows. “They’re closing in,” Blade said. “We don’t have long.” “Then we push harder,” Cruz said. “Viper, flank right. Blade, left. Nova, stay with me.” “Bossy,” I muttered. “Alive,” he shot back. Viper chuckled. “Man, she’s going to run this crew one day.”

He crumpled like a rag doll into the water with a splash. “Who the fuck are these bastards?!” I shouted, reloading my gun. “Rossi’s crew!” Vera yelled back, changing her magazine. “I saw the tattoos black scorpion on the neck!” Rossi? My blood turned to ice, then straight to lava. How did he know about my transactions? That psychotic son of a bitch had been sniffing around my territory for months, but ambushing me during a deal with De La Cruz? This was bold. I guess Mrs De La Cruz is in the clear then.

The words haunted him. “Everything,” he whispered once into the dark. “You were everything.” But he couldn’t say that aloud, not to the crew. Not to anyone. The weeks stretched on. Kross’s men were sighted more frequently near the edges of their territory, a reminder that the storm was still circling. Each sighting tightened the coil in The Boss’s chest. Was Rico with them? Had Kross found him? Or worse — had Rico gone to him willingly? The thought made bile rise in his throat.

“Good night, Gabriel. It’s impossible to talk to you tonight. Kisses.” “Good night, woman with indecisive eyes.” She hung up. And she did as he said. She needed a good night’s sleep. A break. The next morning, Zoe was at a glittering business event packed with billionaires. She couldn’t resist. She discreetly aimed her phone at Thor and recorded a thirty-second video. Then she sent it to Celina with a caption: “For all his arrogance, the Big Boss is gorgeous. Look at what you’re missing, girl. He’s a hit, you know?”

“No more Alpha chains. No more submission. A pack of equals. Power by right, not birth.” I fake another sip of my drink and tune in. Because that right there? That’s recruitment. And it’s working. Vero’s voice is low, slippery. Each sentence carefully laid like a trap of silk and steel. They’re not just building a rogue army. They’re building a cult. I wait a few minutes before moving. When I stand, I keep my shoulders hunched, my steps staggered like someone who’s seen too much and survived too little. I make sure to look harmless.

The boss smirked at the little kid who desperately tried to stop his own blood from spilling and commanded each of the six individuals to pack up as they all headed out "Don't bother killing the kid. Just leave that orphaned garbage here and let's burn everything down. This boat needs to disappear along with these orphaned traitors. Let the kid share his traitor brother's watery grave." As Michael sat on the waste bags, the boss took off his gloves and threw them in the speedboat that they used, meanwhile revealing the tattoo of a black and red crescent moon on the back of his hand. Michael awaited the group of killers to get in the boat and leave while he tried to press on his wound a littl

We got into the black Lamborghini Urus that Joshua had rented. *** Joshua freezes in the car seat. "What's wrong? It wasn't that bad!" I take the keys out of the ignition. "No, it's okay. I just... Can't feel my legs." I roll my eyes. "I just drove a little over the speed limit. No big deal." "And... Don't forget the five cars you almost hit." "Nobody told them to drive like a turtle," I grumble. I get out of the car and put my heels back on.