Novel & Cerita Italian Word For Boss

Leon, the masculine guy and Enzo, tall and skinny, bowed upon seeing me getting off my Lamborghini. "Boss! Buongiorno! (Good morning)" they both chimed in. "Buongiorno!" I answered back. "Com'è andato il funzionamento dei peluche? (How's the operation of the stuffed toys?)" we spoke in Italian most of the time, for there was some confidential information we couldn't just disclose with the female workers. These workers had no idea that me, their boss, was a mafia leader. They had no idea that the stuffed toys they made had illegal drugs stuffed inside.

{“Don we got word about one of the men” He turned and faced his right hand man with a deadly glare. “Matteo non voglio notizie di quegli stronzi, voglio le loro teste” He spoke in his rich and deep Italian voice. {“Matteo, I don't want daily news about those fuckers, I want their heads”} Matteo looked at his boss with a panicked expression, He knew that their men couldn’t invade that territory, it is well defended. The only way in, is to have someone on the inside but the boss has killed most of he’s informants.

Athena hissed, sending a glare my way. ◇◇◇◇ Translation "dove boss mafioso. - where to mafia boss la villa della Violenta - the Violenta mansion "Mio figlio my son. ovviamente non zucca - of course not pumpkin

[ Love you too ] I grip my phone and smile to myself. Like an idiot. “Boss.” I reluctantly put my phone down and look up to regard Fico. “What? You tired?” Like me, he doesn't look spooked anymore. Just heavy-lidded and fighting off the exhaustion. “Dove stiamo andando?” [Where are we going?] “Mio ufficio.” [My office.] I let out a sigh and shut my eyes. I need an eight-hour nap. “Mi vedo con qualcuno.” [I'm meeting someone.]

he said with an ironic chuckle. "What were you prepared for exactly?" I asked curiously. "For being chased by another mafia gang." "So you are in the mafia then?" I asked. Since Elian was already telling and there was nothing else that could risk my life more than it was now, I might as well just know a little bit more about him. "Not just in it, but I'm the leader." I gasped. "For real?" He nodded. I tried to digest the information. So… my boss was in the mafia? No, just in it. He was the leader of a mafia gang. Wow.

Since I could hear everything clearly, I heard them cursing in italian. It was none other than Axel. He was roaring on someone. "Ti ho detto chiaramente di non fare quella mossa" (I clearly told you not to make that move) He shouted in fierce voice. The person in front of him clearly sounded like he was begging. Begging for his life. "mi dispiace capo" (I'm sorry boss) His voice was frightened. "prometto che non si ripeterà" (I promise this won't be repeated)

He threatened. He turned to the assistant and motioned for her to come closer and join her boss. “Look who we have here, Marco de Luca , Il capofamiglia I'Signori Della Notte," Lita said as though she was not surprised to see him. “To what do I owe this courtesy visit?” She asked all while maintaining a smile on her face. Lita Romano is the kind of woman who commands a room without saying a word. She had the aura of a powerful Italian mafia boss, she was sleek, dangerous, and always liked to be in control.

she finally asks him, too terrified to know the truth. Antonio sighs and walks towards her, but she takes a step back, her mind in fight or flight mode. He runs his hand through his hair in frustration, contemplating how to answer her. Then he looks at her and pinned her with his stare, and Amy felt that long-lost static shock feeling, “My father is Boss of our Famiglia here in Palermo and I am his Capo and right-hand man. We are Cosa Nostra, or Italian Mafia as you know us by.”

the driver that dragged me earlier said, as he walks away. (Take them to their cell, I will go and tell the boss they are here) I could not help but wonder what he meant by saying, boss. Does he mean Ghost or there is another? “inizia a camminare puttana,” one of the men said pushing me ahead of others. (Start walking whore) I knew what he was trying to do, he wanted to find out if I understood Italian, it is a common trick we did all the time back home at my uncle's.

"You go around fucking men now, you can't keep your legs close for a second, can you?" Anger surged through me in response to his words, and my gaze became a glare. "I believe those words better describe you better, Mr. Giovanni Mezzesalma. You came to a children's play to shove your dick into the nearest pussy. "How messed up can you get?" "You do not address me in that manner; I am your Boss!"