Hotshot Boss By Shandi Boyes Novels & Stories

She said as she shivered with fear and a bit with lust. It was obvious Mr. Hot Shot definitely was not in her class, he took a pack of a premium beer brand that she did not give a dam about and left to get the ribs. His black jeans was molded on strong muscular thighs and she had to stop drooling again. His sneakers and watch looked super fancy, something her Marc would steal for sale. It looked like the both items would buy her.

It sounded like a shooting range. Gunfire cracked loud enough to rattle the line, and someone nearby shouted excitedly: [10.9, 10.9, bullseye. Shadow Boss is insane…] Rachel dug her nails into her palm, forcing herself to swallow her fear, and spoke as if taking a gamble. “Boss… can you come home with me? I… I can pay you. Whatever it takes.” Pay? Tim’s interest flickered. He moved somewhere quieter, his voice turning lazy and amused.

In the same breath, he flicked a lighter and dropped it. Flames erupted, a wall of fire separating him from his pursuers. Their curses rang out, their faces lit by the orange blaze as Kroos scrambled up the ladder, his lungs burning from smoke. By the time he reached the rooftops, his hands bleeding from rusted metal, he knew one thing for certain: The Boss wouldn’t stop. And neither could he. Back at the safehouse, The Boss was furious when he heard of the failed capture. He slammed his fist against the table, shattering the whiskey glass into shards.

“Ooh! Carne asada and cheese enchiladas? I’m there. What time?” “I should have it all done and ready by seven.” “Sounds good.” “Hey, Trix, one more thing.” “What’s that?” “What’s with the tone?” “What tone?” Meghan snorted. “Your patented ‘I can’t believe that just happened’ tone.” “Oh,” Trixie said, wanting to bang her head on her desk. “Um. Yeah. This trip. It’s with my CEO.” “Drew Alexander? Super-Hot Drew? The millionaire mogul who is so, so much eye candy?”

Platinum blonde hair in bouncy curls, a tiny hot pink dress that looked like it lost a fight with a sewing machine, and heels that made her legs look like they had their own I*******m account. She eyed me like I was the dirt under her overpriced Louboutins. “Hi, can I help you?” I asked politely, even though my inner voice was screaming, Girl, you look like you were spat out of Barbie’s plastic throat. She gave a little snort. “I’m Sabrina Rodriguez. Dominic Steele’s fiancée. So technically, I’m your boss too.” She gave me a once over, nose scrunched like I smelled like expired milk. “Now, go get me a strawberry latte from across the street. Two minutes. Chop chop.”

“It will be so irresponsible of you to ignite a fire and leave me to burn in it alone, Boss Ethan, Sofia cut him off, her voice breaking with desire. “Finish what you started, I plead!” He paused, but the look in his eyes said it all—she had just awakened the beast. Would she handle it, or would he go soft on her?

Briana added wishing she could see their faces, realizing they had no options. Laughing interrupting her victory pat on her back. “BITCH YOU WOULDA COME OUT BETTER SHOOTING YOURSELF IN THE HEAD TO SAVE ME A BULLET. BUT NOW THAT YOU TOLD ME YOUR PLAN, YOU JUST KILLED YOURSELF AND ALL THE MEN YOU BROUGHT WITH YOU!” Bubba said as Shanda who had crawled her way up the steps until she got a clear shot, and fired her weapon directly at Briana's head, she ducked at the last minute the bullet hitting the man behind her right between the eyes. Shanda was already back down the steps by the time the shock wore off of Briana's men, who started firing wildly, fear taking root.

the boss asked his men and they stared in horror and shock. "She’s going into shock!" the left one said and he froze. "Hey, don’t die yet!" he yelled. "I still haven’t gotten my revenge!" he cursed. I felt my vision around me become blurry and heard my heartbeat getting louder and faster. "I can’t breathe!" I managed to mumble out, but the boss glared at me with anger. He seemed almost satisfied. He actually raised the pistol. "Since she’s dying, I might as well finish her off!" he said and just as he was about to pull the trigger—

He gripped the butcher knife in his left hand and clenched his right fist really hard. *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* Several more explosions rang out and as they did, Dash, who was looking at a real time video of the explosions, briefed Wilson about the last man behind who was also the first man they would hunt. "Okay, Wilson. The red dot we talked about is Shane Dawson. He has no powers; neither ability nor magic. He is a lecherous son of a bitch. His legs were burned in the earlier explosions, so they are slowing him down. He is also in a great deal of pain, so, he is unable to focus. He is distracted. Just sneak up and slit his throat from behind, on my orders. Easy peasy." He said, his eye