Italian Word For Boss Novels & Stories

“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

He was then followed by his wife. “Is this your boss, Lura?" Uncle added, staring at my boss. I nodded and stood up in front of my aunt and uncle. “Tito, Tita, this is Lucio Gavin Cradfrod. . .” I paused to gaze at my boss who was now standing on my side. “Sir, this is Ronel and Beatriz Millano,” I continued, my eyes are now on them at the same time. My boss went near to Tita Bea and Tito Ron then offered them a handshake which my aunt and uncle gladly accepted.

“I quit. You can’t make me stay here.” All the workers were surprised, nobody ever dared speak to the CEO in that tone. Lucien’s expression didn’t change. “You can’t quit,” he said. His voice was quiet. Too quiet. “Not until I figure you out mama.” “She parted her lips like she was about to say something, when she saw him” He murmured like four words under his breath and the chaos started. Every worker who had been watching began to move, all packing their bags in sync like they were being controlled.

Talk less of calling his name. "Well hello brother!" Boss replied in the same sceptical sly smile. Wait a minute, Did he just call Henry brother? But he just called Henry brother... Could it be they are... Could it be they are siblings? What on earth is going on that I know nothing about? Tbc

he took out his phone and made a call. “Boss?” answered the Latter, his name was Brandon, and was in charge of the Italia ports. “Don’t boss me! I will be in Italy tomorrow and I want to meet with you as soon as I land.” He said then cut the call. Brandon knew what that meant, it meant there was trouble, and as soon as the call disconnected. He went to his people to check on things and see if everything was alright.

“That’s not how you talk to your boss.” I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Seriously Nate, I can't keep up with your mood swings. Two weeks ago, I thought we were doing just fine. We weren’t best buddies or anything but I thought we could have a normal boss-employee relationship while leaving the past behind. But after dinner at the restaurant, you did a whole 180° and started being a jerk to me all over again. Even today, you didn't even ask me if I had plans, just ordered me to get here straight or lose my job."

I demanded, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Oh... you don't speak Italian? I thought since you came in with Padrino... you must know Italian!" He said, not even flinching. "Padrino? Can't you be more specific?" I demanded, my brow furrowed in confusion. "I mean Boss. Godfather Luther! He is the boss!" he responded, rubbing his palms together, still licking his lips. Disgusting.

I groaned internally, knowing that I had to stop thinking with the head between my legs. “Go back to the fūcking room.” I spat out as she bit her lip before reaching for my crotch and rubbing it teasingly. “O cosa, Capo?” (Italian for “Or what, Boss?”) She purred, lowering my zipper, but I gripped her wrist with my other hand. “I’m not fūcking playing. Go. To. Our. Damn. Room.” I hissed, leaning closer to her ear, making her smile.

Pondering their shared experiences made Jenny reflect on her own family's struggles, although the Boss wouldn’t have the chance that night to share any sentimental thoughts. As the conversation commenced, two members of the wait staff emerged from the adjoining kitchen. One set down a large round platter of fried calamari, while the other poured red wine into elegant glasses. "Welcome to my home," the Boss announced, gesturing around at his expansive mansion. He spoke animatedly, switching between English and Italian as he introduced the various dishes spread out before them: "...Eggplant Parmigiana, Sausage and Peppers, Osso Buco..." After listing several appetizers and main courses, the Bo