Novel & Cerita Italian Word For Boss

my boss replies in Italian too as they shake hands. Okay, I've looked up simple pleasantries in Italian and I know that they are simply greetings. “I see you brought her,” Fausto narrows his gaze at me and back to my boss. “Yeah, she is… my guest. Where's the birthday boy, I heard he has his—” My boos looks around and back to Fausto and lowers his voice. “Men scattered around,” he says. “You should expect that Don Vittorio likes his parties guarded and within a system. But her, isn't it risky for her to be here? I mean,” Fausto paused.

("Boss, the goods have been seized.” I felt a chill as they spoke in Italian, a language I didn’t understand. What if they were talking about me—how to make me disappear? The thought sent shivers down my spine. The boss stood and moved closer to Vittorio, who trembled with fear as the boss approached. “Cosa hai detto, Vittorio?” (“What did you say, Victor?”) he demanded, his face inches from the man’s. Vittorio was silent, his face filled with fear.

Caleb said in Italian, which caught Asher’s attention instantly. That phrase meant “Boss, there’s news from Italy.” Speaking in Italian meant the situation was serious and needed privacy. “Qual è questa notizia?” Asher asked. “What’s the news?” “Il tuo cugino sta di nuovo facendo il boss in Italia. Sta usando il tuo nome per far obbedire i tuoi uomini lì.” “Your cousin is pretending to be the boss again in Italy. He’s using your name to control your men there.” “Damn, that brat.”

"Does that not affect you?" "It's none of my business," The blonde stared at him, a small dark smile coming to his lips before he asked, "Have you heard of the name, Carnefecina?" Paris felt his eyebrows raise, the name sounding oddly familiar, the other male saying, "It's the name of the Italian Mafia. It means Carnage. Destructive. Chaos," Then he said with a blank look on his face. "I am the Boss over the Family." Paris stayed silent, staring at the male's face, waiting for an explanation. Firstly because— Because what could he even say to that in the first place? And— And why was he telling him?

[Alpha Two, ready to rock and roll. ‘Alpha Three, pronto.’ [Alpha Three, ready.] ‘Alpha Four, sta già seguendo Boss.’ [Alpha Four, is already tracking Boss.] ‘Alpha Five, pronta per un po' di azione Boss.’ [Alpha Five, ready for some action Boss.] ‘Alpha Six, pronto a far cadere questo fottuto principe sadico e i suoi seguaci malati Capo.’ [Alpha Six, ready to take this fucking sadist Prince and his sick followers down Boss.’

No trace of fear were present on Faustino face. "I never thought I will get to kill The Great Faustino Pietro. Now, say goodbye to Sicily and to the world." Italian meanings are from Google so if any of this is wrong Blame Google 😂😉 chi è lei. - who is She Il tuo nuora.- your daughter-in-law Nipote- grandson Nonna - grandmother Nonno - grandfather Benvenuto - welcome Giovane Maestro-young master Leone- lion mio vita- my life

His eyes raked oved over me hungrily. 'Peccato che tu appartenga al Boss, non mi dispiacerebbe assaggiare quel fuoco che hai dentro, piccola mocciosa.' [Pity you belong to the Boss, I wouldn't mind tasting that fire inside you, little brat.] His dark chuckle sent shivers down my spine, especially when he told the two so-called nurses; they nodded their heads in agreement. One of them spoke up,

I cleared my throat awkwardly, brushing invisible dust off my black mourning dress, my cheeks burning. “I’m fine. Thank you,” I muttered, mortified beyond belief. One of them nodded seriously, his Italian accent thick and concerned. “The tiles are dangerous, signora. Molto pericoloso [Very dangerous].” “Thank you, thank you,” I gave a weak laugh, part nerves, part oh-my-God-what-is-happening, and straightened my dress again. “ Is your boss in?” I asked. “Yes, Signora, the Don is in,” one answered quickly, almost tripping over his own boots in his haste.

On hearing her words, a smile ghosted his lips. She had finally accepted that he was her man and there was no going back. "As you know, my beloved brother is the Capo dei Capi, the Capomandemanto, the don, and the godfather of the COSA nostra. My beautiful sister-in-law is Donna, the queen and is in charge of the nightlife and other affairs of the COSA nostra. I am the Underboss." He paused and continued "Ville is the Consigliere, also known as the f*cking advisor or right-hand man, and Alfonso is the Caporegime, the captain that oversees the soldiers."

Bad decision. His movements were precise, Calculated And Deadly. He never missed, Every of his strike Landed His step controlled. And Within minutes— They were all on the ground. Groaning, Broken And Defeated. He walked toward the one who had spoken earlier—the leader and placed his foot firmly on his chest. “Go back,” he said coldly, “and tell your master…” His gaze darkened. “I’m coming for him.” A pause. “Capisci?” he said in Italian already knowing their their boss is an italian.