Mafia Boss Office Novels & Stories

Xavier said putting his hands under Aria's butt and standing up with her He started to walk when he turned around. "And for the record I'm not just a guy." he gave me a wicked smirk "I run this joint." They walked away and I felt a little lonely when I heard Aria laugh as they went down the corridor. I leaned over and looked at the people passing down below. It took me a couple of minutes for Xavier's words to register and when they did a gasp left my mouth. Wait.....He's the Boss???? XAVIER'S THE BOSS OF THE MAFIA!!!!

So it was surprising to get a video call, which was unexpected. Somehow I managed to tie my messy hair into a bun after sitting properly on the bed and received the call. "Hey, Boss," I greeted with a smile. When he narrowed his eyes, I suppressed a chuckle and corrected, "Hey, Zaiden." "You just love irritating me, don't you?" he asked, and from the background of his screen, it seemed like he was in the place where he handled the mafia works. "This is my cabin of the base, by the way. We are very organized here. It's just an underworld office." He turned on the back camera and showed me his clean cabin.

His fist clenched—rage begging a swing—but he held it, voice trembling; “Get out—run to your thug; when he crashes, don’t crawl back.” She smirked wide, turning for the door; it shut soft, leaving him panting, the rally a mask for his storm. *** **** **** *** **** *** **** ***** Jeremy sat in the executive suite of Russo, Moretti & Associates, a glass-walled empire atop Palermo’s skyline—a monument to three decades defending the Cali Mafia’s global reach. The office radiated wealth—black marble floors veined with gold, a sprawling ebony desk anchoring the space, windows framing the city’s glittering pulse.

I just revamped my office and the new sleek, modern decor reflected my precision: polished marble floors, minimalist artwork, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. Damian and I exchanged nods and he dropped my briefcase on my table. My project manager, Alex, soon walked in, and we got to work immediately. "Morning briefing?" I inquired. "Ready, sir," he replied, opening his tablet. As I scrolled through Alex's briefing, pride swelled within me. My business was thriving, and despite my being a Mafia, I still had other things to fall back on. I was making mind-blowing profits, ensuring a secure legacy for Luis and Joey.

I was given a dose which stopped all blood circulation in my body to ware off the poison through blood pulling/pumping. I felt like a dried up worm as I woke up. My team fills me in with the details as I requested to be sent to the place where boss was. He was at the basement of this newly purchased building from yet another mafia. Boss has grown quite fond of mafia and the underworld, I'd say. Mr. Timothy Skiez would be either proud or was cursing the world for his son to take an interest in becoming a mafia. I hear screams of a man as I was walking closer and closer towards one of the rooms in the basement. Boss was enjoying the show, I know it. But Ms. Ravine... not so much.

“Shut up. I’ll find him myself.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Corner stood straight in front of Ryder, who was seated behind the large mahogany desk in his office. The room was quiet, heavy with authority. “What about the foreign mafia?” Ryder asked calmly. “Have you structured the plan against them?” “Yes, Boss,” Corner replied without hesitation. Ryder leaned back slightly in his chair. “Good. Whatever they planned to do to me,” he said coldly, “make sure the same thing happens to them. Exactly.” “Yes, Boss,” Corner answered again, his voice firm.

LOCATION: BLOODFANG HEADQUARTERS (Capital City) The conference room on the 47th floor overlooked the entire capital. A tall tower of shining glass walls, steel beams, and a massive black table where twelve dangerous mafia leaders from around the globe sat, each wearing the crest of the region they controlled. Documents, ledgers, maps, and blood-signed contracts littered the table. No one spoke over another. Except tonight. Tonight, they were already yelling, guns holstered beside their chairs as casually as wallets.

If he heard it, he must not act stupid and be professional. He cleared his throat. "Where?" "Follow me," the man smiled sheepish. "By the way, call me. . .Boss," They rode the Boss's car and went into a cafe. But this cafe restaurant isn't as the typical cafe he would barge in. The moment the Boss entered, all of the people having their time stood and bowed their heads. Boss gestured them to continue what they are doing. All of the people here are all related to their Mafia activities run by fiat—the Boss.

Jessica could tell that something wasn't right about Lilian, but she tried as much as possible to deviate from negative thoughts filling her head about her new friend. In a large office with posh furnitures and expensive office equipment, the leader of the Black Shade Mafia is seated comfortably on a black chair made with Saffiano Calfskin leather. His two hands were placed on the nice mahogany desk opposite him as he went through a particular file with all seriousness like his live depended on it. Jayden was suddenly interrupted with a knock on the door and he cursed out loudly. Joe, who had already open the door to trembled and his feet shook. He froze the moment he saw his boss rise up f

" Rose got out of the car and stood in front of Leo's construction company. It was so huge that her neck ached as she looked up. It was the first time she had visited him in his "damn" office. Dealing with weapons and drugs is profitable. The scoundrel was the richest guy she'd ever met, and the funniest thing was that everyone knew he was a mafia boss. A heartless criminal, no one can do anything to him. Everyone, police, and politicians are afraid of him, but not for long. She walked inside the building, it was very luxurious and bustling with staff. His office was upstairs, so she took the elevator up to him.