Mafia Boss Office Novels & Stories

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?”

Getting inside my car leaving my brother and maya behind I was devastated, many things running in my head, did he plan to just use me and dump me because he would have known being this famous and hiding his reality wouldn’t last long. As soon as reached Miller industry’s head office, I made my way towards the reception asking for Ivan Miller. “I need to talk to Mr Ivan Miller, can you tell me the way to his office”, I state professionally. I could see from her eyes that she is judging me from my outfit. I mean who will come to a multi million company wearing a white shirt and leather pants with a bikers jacket and high boots. She might be thinking am some gang member trying to kill her boss.

After alighting from the car, the loud music and the gallivanting people in the street, along with the laughter and shouts, revealed how frequently the spot entertained visitors. He walked in directly. The moment he stepped inside, two men approached him. “Boss,” they raised two fingers. Lorenzo nodded, and then one of them gestured, “This way, please, Boss.” Lorenzo followed them to an office after walking for a few minutes through a dark doorway. Opening the door, a crack of light poured in from inside the office. The office was filled with thick smoke. A man was sitting behind the table with his legs propped up on it, puffing on a thick marijuana cigarette. The moment he spotted Lorenzo,

Maybe I’m the one who needs to get my head checked. Zandra Franco POV I’ve spent my whole life watching Dad at work, but I never realized how much paperwork was involved with running a mafia. Nothing’s actually physical—because why on Earth would we make the mistake of leaving behind a trail for cops to follow—but the administrative duties of a Mafia Boss are honestly mind-boggling. Treaties, funds transfers, general territory management… “My head hurts,” I grumble from behind Dad’s desk. He chuckles beside me, tapping the computer screen with a patient smile. “You’ll get used to it. It’ll come easier with time. You’ll be doing all this stuff with your eyes closed before you know it.”

His authoritative voice filled the room, "Mia, order something for yourself and take another table. This is a serious discussion, and your presence here is unnecessary. Once you've finished your meal, you can return to your room. You are off duty." I nodded my head, trying to appear nonchalant as I kept my eyes down. Sliding into a chair at another table, I ordered some food, attempting to divert my attention away from the tense conversation happening nearby. Logan, my boss and the leader of our mafia family, was handling some important clients, and I knew better than to interrupt or draw attention to myself.

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."

“You’re a stellar agent. You’ve been awarded twice in the last two years for your quick wit and excellent performances.” Medals. I have them hung above my college-issued framed certificate, so I look at them every night before I go to sleep. But I’ve never been asked to work on a mission this…important before. I go over the file I received a week ago, in my head. It had most of the details blacked out. Lucien Moretti. Assumed heir to the Moretti Industries, a conglomerate acting as a front for illegal operations. They had ties to the mafia, the Russian bratva, and a bunch of questionable groups around the world.

His authoritative voice filled the room, "Mia, order something for yourself and take another table. This is a serious discussion, and your presence here is unnecessary. Once you've finished your meal, you can return to your room. You are off duty." I nodded my head, trying to appear nonchalant as I kept my eyes down. Sliding into a chair at another table, I ordered some food, attempting to divert my attention away from the tense conversation happening nearby. Logan, my boss and the leader of our mafia family, was handling some important clients, and I knew better than to interrupt or draw attention to myself.

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"