Jefe Novels & Stories

"Will never find you." "You see those guys over there...they said, they want to taste you." I stilled, blinking to see they other guys he talked about smiling. "They're going to take turn in fucking that spirit out of you, till you know who you're fucking talking to. Matteo Gouiri." He chuckled and stood up. Matteo Gouiri? The son of the man that had come up the stage? "Your father is the leader of the Bane, right?" I asked.

“Miss Afar, the Chief Officer is calling you to his office.” our team leader said as he walked about, checking to see whether everyone was completing their jobs. I rose and straightened my skirt. It's short, and it appears like if I stroll, they will be able to view everything.

My children were missing and I had no way of knowing whether they were alive or not. As the old man got to where we stood, I immediately recognized the two men. They were members of Vincenzo's council. The older man was his Chief Advisor, while the younger, mannerless man was the one put in charge of External Relations. He continued to stare at me with a curious look in his eyes. It seemed like lust, but it was more devilish. I couldn't tell if his mind was making up images of me naked in his bed, or if he was fantasising about the taste of my liver.

Then to Thirdie, “Thirdie, this is Steve, my personal assistant.” Up in the driver’s seat, Jeff’s eyes flicked to the mirror. CEO of Stone Corporation. Not boyfriend. Not fiancé. Just CEO. He caught the slight pause from Thirdie, the kind of silence that said a lot without a single word. Oof. Boss didn’t like that. Thirdie’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. His name. His title. Just business. She didn’t introduce him as anything else.

The chief hesitated for a moment and glanced at Asher Montgo. After all, it wouldn't be appropriate to say certain things in front of Asher Montgo. Vivienne noticed the chief's hesitation and immediately said, "Chief, please speak freely. It's okay." The chief chuckled awkwardly and then resumed a serious tone. "The suspect said he saw Miss Sullivan with the CEO of Four Seas Corporation engaging in intimate behavior. Knowing that Ezra Donovan is Scarlett's boyfriend, he assumed you were a bad person."

He had crossed the rubicon this time and his father was going to deal with him, even before the king hung his head on a spike. “Tufia. Children of nowadays." Ichie Echefu glared, daring Jide to speak, "Is this how you insult your elders? Will you ever find peace in your husband's home when you get married?" "I am not a girl" Jide snapped and met the older man's eyes. Ichie Echefu hugged himself as if cold. He was angry, but the surprise in his eyes was all too obvious. The likes of Jide often do not cross his path.

Luis says in a murderous tone. “You don’t even know what it means to be the El Jefe. You are a stupid ignorant shit that only thinks with his dick allowing that whore to push you into what she wants you to do.” Luis stands up and laughs. He looks at Veronica with a grin. “After you my queen.” Luis helps her out of her chair and walks over to his uncle with him. She nods to Gavin who gets Jesus up out of the chair and hung from the ceiling. “You, El Jefe. You have no idea who you are messing with so allow me to show you who I am. I’m sure by now you have figured out that your last comment sealed your fate.” Veronica says with a s

He was also with Alistair who was now looking at me. "Jevro, what are you doing?" Asked the Vice-president whose name I still don't know. "Sir, why are you asking me? Isn't it obvious that I am the one who's not moving in my seat? Isn't it also obvious that he came to our table to release that pressure?" Once a Gusto, always a Gusto. The spoiled brat who is the nephew of the Chairman of the Philippine Monsters department. The man who doesn't care if the person in front of him is his superior or whatever. He just knows he's right.

“El jefe?” I ask the doctor. I’ve heard the term but have no idea what it means. “Forgive me twice. El jefe means ‘the boss or chief.’ He takes care of his people and from what I’ve seen, you are now one of his people. Value his loyalty; he is a man with many faces.” His hands move to my shoulder and he begins rotating the joint. Another slight wince escapes me. “No change?” “It only hurts when I move it or someone tries to twist it off,” I reply deadpan.