Italian Word For Boss Novels & Stories

I growled angrily at Luca. "Emilio, for the love of God, get a grip!" Luca hissed, his voice low and urgent. "You're the capo dei capi, the most powerful man in the Italian mafia. You can't lose your composure in front of your men like this. They'll think you've gone soft!"

The woman was up to no good. “Thank you again, Rosa.” I said and walked away with a bounce in my step. I tapped once on Leonardo’s door, and it swung open. It was one of his man. What was his name again, Stanley? “Hello, Miss.” He said, also appreciating my outfit. "Hello Stanley." I said, my mood on point. It was funny how the minions quickly changed their tune when their boss told them to. “Mr. De Luca is not here.” he said and I felt something die inside of me.

Her body language shifted from relaxed to guarded in an instant, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at me. “Alessandro, as you already know, is the CEO of the DeLuca Group of Companies. And there are other things, other titles and positions that people don’t even know about,” she said, her voice steady and composed. She looked at me for a moment, waiting for my response. I nodded, absorbing the information. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard his name in such a context, but it was becoming clearer how influential he truly was. “Why do you ask?” Stephanie asked, her tone now more curious than anything else. Her gaze was piercing, as if trying to understand my reasons for asking about Al

older. “Don ,what does that mean” another man in suit replied. “My son’s private jet was hijacked on he’s way here from New York.” He stated. Murmurs filled the entire room. “It was my mistake to mention that my son would be on he’s way today ,in our last meeting “ he continued. “ I thought I could trust you all but clearly not” “Cosa stai cercando di dire ?”(what are you trying to say?) Another man yelled from the other end of the table.

DIEGO The call cut through the low hum of discussion in the boardroom like a blade, sharp and sudden. My assistant’s voice wavered just the faintest tremor but enough to betray the unease I wanted him to hide. “Boss… Adam’s back in Italy.” I didn’t flinch. My fingers tightened around the pen on the table until the wood creaked. “How do you know?” I asked, my voice controlled, smooth, but every muscle in my body tensed like a coiled spring.

“Maybe this will remind you who’s in charge here, piccola monella.” She banged the bars, crying out in pain, and for a flicker of a moment, I hesitated—something I rarely ever did. A capo must never show weakness. My father made sure I heard that sentence almost everyday from when I was a baby. It was in our blood, our legacy. The word 'ndrina' came from Greek, meaning “man who does not bend.” No mercy. Not even for her. I turned and walked towards the exit. “Goditi il soggiorno."

"The cars are all set and we're ready to go." "Perfect," I reply, "tell everyone to load up then." He nods his head before he goes off. I head to the car that I'll be taking with Luca and get in the driver's seat. This is a fight I'm dreading, but the funny thing is, is that I've never felt this way before about a fight. Elle is really doing a number on me. So my plan for the next couple days is to push her to the back of my mind and not get distracted to I can come back to her. Translations: figlio- son capo- boss signore- sir

Clearly, she was still angry at me so there was no way I was going to go before seeing her. I’m sorry, man. I really can’t work today. It took about ten minutes before Mario sent me a reply. His text was in Italian. ‘Il grande capo non sarà contento di questo.’ My Italian was not as good but I could understand his message. The big boss won’t be happy about this. I honestly didn’t know who the big boss was, whether it was Santiano or someone else. These past few days I’ve only been dealing with Mario. Although there were other people who were wearing a black shirt, coming in and out of the room that I was guarding, and maybe one of them was the big boss but I wouldn’t know since none of them

Where are you going to Matteo looking like that? "With you. No one dare messes with my Serena. All for one, one for all. Hey! You're still the boss of Italy, no dog can take that from you" " Thanks. But you ain't coming" " We make a great team" " I can't let you take this Mafia path. It's bloody" " Then let's swim in the bloody pool boss" " Fine." " Good. Now let's get going". " Hey.. you're not the boss of me. I Am The Boss" I smiled.

"D-don't tell me you're going to find them?" "What am I? A fool? Think about the number of my opponents, will I be able to identify them right away? I just have something important to do. There you go!" I said disrespectfully and just walked out of this restaurant. "JACK KREAN MILLER! GET BACK HERE! NO ONE WILL EAT YOUR LASAGNA!" I even heard Dad yell my whole name and even the lasagna I ordered. Is that even my problem? If he doesn't want it, then give it to the needy one. I don't want to order that.