Italian Word For Boss Novels & Stories

I said, sadly. He faced me as he took a few steps forward. "Dante is the boss and I'm his right hand, second in command." He said and I gasped in shock. "New York belongs to the King. Sicily and California fall under Bianchi's territory. And!" His gaze turned intense as he leaned forward. "Manhattan, Milan, Lombardy, Southern Italy, they all answer to Maximo Russo Moretti." His gaze locked onto my ring.

A thrill ran through me because to be fair, he did look like a boss to me. “Yes, the boss. Some people call him the devil, some go the foreign language route and call him diavolo which is Italian for devil. That should clue you in that he has Italian heritage hence his name, Luca Barone.” “Luca?” I giggled before I could stop myself. “Would you like to explain to me what's so funny, Miss Nova?” I swiftly clamped my lips in silence, and shook my head negatively. “I guessed so. Please refrain from interrupting me unnecessarily.”

Did she just say that out loud? “I would suggest you keep out of my business, Mrs. Ettore. Now get the files and start working.” I was pissed off that she would say something like that. “Yes, boss.” I knew I shouldn't have taken my anger out on her. I rubbed my face and decided to go and apologize, but when I got to the door, I heard her say, “Quel cretino! Lo colpirò seriamente in faccia! Come si permette di parlarmi in quel modo!” she angrily said in Italian.

I knew it was just a matter of time before I flipped this entire scheme. Clearing my throat, I put on a serious expression. "I lied. Adonis is not the best. In fact, he's not even on my list of prospective suitors." **** Italian Vocabulary Figlio means child/son Nipote means grandson Lasciaci means leave us

"Boss, did I enter...." "You didn't. What's the matter?" "Uhh, ti stanno aspettando, capo." _They're waiting on you, boss_ Adler veered to the door, and the goon, whose discomfort was palpable in his slanted posture, straightened immediately. "I'll be there in a minute," he responded, then added, "Anche bussare è una cosa, lo sai." _knocking is also a thing you know_ "My apologies, boss." I guess he had to thank the girl for saving his miserable skin. The boss rarely gave second chances.

His presence was imposing, his gaze was intense, and his expression was that of a lion about to catch its prey. I had a bad feeling. “Chiara, may I introduce you to the signori of Italy (gentlemen of Italy),” my father said in a serious manner. “Marcelo Greco, capo of the Casamonica and our host; Paolo Esposito, capo of the Sacra Corona Unita; Stefano Lombardi, capo of the Camorra; and Alessandro D'Amato, capo of the Cosa Nostra.” Alessandro nodded, and the name hit me like a punch.

said Jimmy chimed in. "May the desire of Mr. Jimmy will soon come true," said Zack. "Oh yeah, Mr. Zack." "Just call me Zack. No need to be shy sir Jimmy," said Zack. "Okay, Zack. Of the many guests present. Which the author of the work entitled My Boss?" asked Jimmy curiously. "It looks like Mr. Jimmy has not been lucky today. Her permission to go home first before the event is over. Understandably she's not feeling well." replied Zack.

(I know you didn't call to talk to your big brother just like that) “Esatto, c'è un problema e abbiamo bisogno della presenza dei veri capi devi essere in Italia entro domani mattina” (Exactly, there's an issue and we need the real bosses presence you need to be in Italy latest by tomorrow morning) “Cosa c'è esattamente?” (What is it exactly?) “Te lo farò sapere quando verrai” (I'll let you know when you come) “Va bene” (Okay) “Sì” (Yeah) I was about to end the call when I remembered what he had said to my girl…. My girl…..The fuck? Where did that come from?

he asked, getting up and stepping forward to stand in front of the small TV. “That’s his father. Van Di Corvo. He rules over my father and all the other cartels. He’s the Capo dei Capi,” I explained, walking up behind him and placing a hand on his back as he continued to stare at the screen. “A capo is-” I began to explain, but he finished for me, saying, Boss of bosses. I didn’t think he would know that since he didn’t know many things. “Are you okay, my love?” I asked gently, noticing the shift in his expression, and he nodded. “I’m fine. I just have this weird feeling… like I know them.”

Nichole took a step back, maintaining a safe distance. What kind of excuse is that? Isn't that just the natural reaction of a Perverted Boss?! But Nichole didn't dare voice her thoughts out loud because the man standing in front of her was still the boss who paid her salary.