Mafia Boss Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“He was at one of my clubs, drunk might I add, before saw me. He claimed that ‘Ezra D’Caprio’, in his eyes, ME, ruined everything for him alongside his wife. He started public shooting, and almost killed three girls at the club. Thankfully, the cops weren’t around the scene when we got out, and people were yet to arrive in full numbers. But I had to close down for a while. Now, I came here because if men are going to end up coming to Moscow to ruin my business, then I am going to have to deal with you.” “You’re part of the mafia, aren’t you?” “Isolated or not, it runs in our blood. I am Pakhan, or in other words, Boss bossov.” Boss of Bosses. “Or what you call a Capo dei Capi.” “Separated or

It was Misha. “Enough,” he said, voice like sharpened ice. “She’s not your concern.” The soldier stammered. “Boss, I was just…” “I don’t care what you were just.” His eyes didn’t move from mine. “Out. Now.” The man nodded, shaken, and disappeared into the crowd like smoke. Misha turned to me, finally. His expression unreadable. Cold. Gorgeous. Dangerous. “Stay out of my business, Luna,” he said. “Before you become part of it.”

I With her mind spinning with everything that has been taught to her by Ms. Dahlia, Gerthel could not help to slouch on the bed and sigh several times. She could not remember everything that Ms. Dahlia told her, actually. “Ms. Dahlia, just a question, what is the business of Boss Dar?” She asked curiously. Ms. Dahlia’s right eyebrow lifted while staring at her. “Everybody inside this mansion knows that the Boss is the notorious Mafia Lord Dar. From where are you, Ms. Gerthel, and you seemed to be innocent of almost everything?”

“Word travels fast, darling. Especially when you go around slaughtering my men at the docks.” I smirked, stepping closer. “Your men were trying to cart away my shipment. They had it coming.” Her smile faltered slightly, her eyes narrowing. “Those men weren’t just any men, Cross. They belonged to someone very important.” I raised an eyebrow. “Who?” She took a step closer, her perfume sweet and sharp. “Don Macaulay.” The name hit me like a punch to the gut. Don Macaulay wasn’t just any mafia boss—he was the boss of North Bay. Ruthless, calculating, and feared by everyone who had ever crossed paths with him.

Megan blabbered. "You have too many questions. Boss doesn't like when we ask too many questions." "I promised I won't say anything. I just wanna know who he is. Who I'm dealing with. I don't wanna die not knowing who killed me." "I doubt he will kill you now. He told you his name." Caroline giggled as she thought this woman is something else. "Boss is the head of the Italian mafia. That much I can tell you." Megan gulped audibly as terrifying scenes crossed her mind after she heard the word mafia. Her palms became sweaty. Hadn't realised she was holding her breath, she turned to look at Caroline.

“Why force me into this… circus?” He was quiet for a moment. Then he walked to the corner table and poured himself a glass of wine. “You want the truth?” he asked without looking at me. “Yes.” He took a slow sip. “Because marrying you ruins your father.” I blinked. “What?” Dominic turned around, his eyes darker than usual. “Eduardo Madrigal spent his life climbing over people like me. People who weren’t born into money. He humiliated my family. Blackmailed my father. Stole contracts. And when my mother died, he laughed.”

I was expecting Astor’s study to be at least sound proof but it proved me wrong when I heard his raspy voice through the thick wooden door. “You think you can handle the King family? You think you can sit at a table with syndicate bosses who kill men over a bad shipment? They’ll eat you alive in a week, and you’ll take the Giovanni name right down to the gutter with you.” A sudden, violent heat surged through my blood. My fingers curled into tight, heavy fists, my knuckles popping against the lining of my trousers. I had the urge to drive my boot through the lock, tear Astor out from behind his mahogany desk, and put my hands around his throat until he choked on his own tongue.

Emily demanded, looking him dead in the eye. “Firstly, I’m really sorry for not telling you. I just got worried about the baby, so please understand,” he said, reaching for her hands. She yanked them away. “Remember Don Emilio? The one I said was offering to do business with us?” “Yes, the one I told you to decline. What about him?” Emily asked sharply. “I never knew he was a very dangerous man,” Richard said, running his hands through his hair. “He’s actually a mafia boss.”

Just as the hammer was about to fall— "Put the gun down!" A commanding shout echoed. The basement doors burst open. Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries surrounded the room. An old man with white hair but eyes sharp as a hawk walked in, leaning on a cane. It was the Old Don of Cosa Nostra. My father. "Papa, you want to stop me?" I didn't turn around. The gun remained fixed on Sophia. "For two pieces of trash, you want to start a war with the entire Camorra?" The Old Don scoffed. "Drop the weapon. I have something more important to tell you."

Her fingers hovered above the keyboard. Then she typed. Don Alessandro De Luca. Hundreds of articles appeared. She clicked the first. Mafia Boss Linked to Triple Murder. No photographs. No witnesses. Only anonymous sources. The next headline. The Mad Don Expands His Empire. Again... Rumors. Speculation. Nothing concrete. Another. Businessman Acquitted Due to Lack of Evidence. Businessman. Not criminal. She frowned. The articles contradicted one another. Monster. CEO. Murderer. Philanthropist.