Italian Word For Boss Novels & Stories

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.

He said, and I nodded. I remembered when Stephano said something about la familgia and la familgia only deals with the mafia, I read about it from The Godfather it was a book I read and since they called him don then her was the ruler. “Alexander, you are the boss, you have a mafia organization, you are the ruler of the mafia” I said as I look up to see him frozen at the door, his hand was on the door handle. Slowly, he turned to me with surprise written on his face.

It was a lie, all his life. "Michael, I understand you're perplexed right now, but you should stop your rampage inside your office. It's bad enough already. You are Michael Mezzaluna, the Don, the Boss, the Leader of the most influential mafia family in Italy at the moment. After almost two decades of adversity and desertion, you have emerged as a resilient individual.” Alba said.

What a way to say sorry, boss. At least he had a conscience. Still, she couldn’t help but raise her brow as she sat across from him, questions spinning in her head. “Wow,” she said with sarcasm. “But why does it look like we’re the only people here, boss?” He smiled but ignored her remark. “Don’t overthink. This doesn’t mean anything. I just want to get to know you better.” Her brows rose higher. “Get to know me? Sir, didn’t you read my resume? All the details are written there.”

"She's in there, they followed her, she might run Lorenzo. If she believes being in touch with you will lead to Luciano being taken, she might run, so be ready." Nodding, I get out and walk into the bar. As I step through I see her instantly. Everything floods me, all the feelings, all the pain, the hurt, everything. "Little Kitten." I fucking found you, little kitten, I found you! ~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~ Capo, grazzi pi l’invitu a canusciri a me frati.” = Boss, thank you for the invitation to meet my brother.

"The strange thing would be if you didn't, you son of a..." "Stop it," Paul stops him before he finishes saying the rude thing. "You should stop acting like a spoiled brat and get serious about this," says my now-boss. "And you should shut the fuck up, because it's not like you're sitting here for free," Alessandro snaps at him. "What's your problem with me?" "You as such are the fucking problem!" he vocifies with a flashing glare at Sebastien. "Of course, I forgot that you hate me for defending her from your bullshit."

They were in the Mafia , not GOD. Unknown POV In Sicily figlio di puttana! Bastardo! Coglione cosa ci fate lì, bastardi Sono sciocco a credervi coglioni! Ho pensato che potessi aiutarmi a cancellare queste stronzate di Capo. È un fottuto Capo. (what are you doing there you Bastards I am a fool to believe you are pigheaded! I thought you can help me to erase Capo's bulshit. He is a fucking Capo.)

“Aleksander, does…does the Italian Boss have deti?” “Deti?” “Babies,” One of the older women informed him in a thick Russian accent. “Children. Does the Italian Boss have children?” “Well, most Mafia Bosses do-” “-No,” The older woman stopped him, seeing that he didn’t understand what she was asking him so early in the morning. “Does the Regnante Boss have children?” Instantly Aleksander straightened, putting his half-eaten breakfast and coffee to the side before sliding off the counter to tower before her plump figure.

] He growled and Luigi responded immediately, ‘Sì, capo, gli uomini sono al loro posto e pronti a partire al tuo comando.’ [Yes Boss, the men are in place and ready to go on your command.] ‘Bene. Questa volta, giuro, se qualcuno proverà qualcosa, intendo assolutamente assicurarmi che non lasci viva quella sala riunioni.’ [Good. This time, I swear, if anybody tries anything I fully intend to ensure they do not leave that meeting room alive.]