Mafia Boss Office Novels & Stories

“No, ma’am. I’m actually assigned to the headquarters. But my boss assigned me to watch over you, so that’s why I ended up here.” I raised an eyebrow. Something caught my attention. “Headquarters?” “That’s where our boss calls for meetings with other mafia heads, who are our allies, and those from other powerful families. It’s also where personal transactions with our allies are often conducted.” I nodded. What he said sounded interesting. “Can you tell me where it is? After all, I am your boss’s wife.” He smiled again, but hesitation was evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Madame. But it’s probably better if our boss tells you about that matter himself.”

" How can I be of help? Should I tell you his everyday schedule? " " Exactly. You are the only one who knows all about him. It will be nice if you can do this. I promised to keep my promise after..." " Maximo will be at the East villa tomorrow in the morning. He will be holding a light breakfast with the new York Mafia Boss " " What about the securities? " Mattia asked carefully and Marco shrugged his shoulder at this carelessly. " No securities in East villa. I thought you already did your research about the Mafia boss "

"I'll always be available for you." Until you're dead, I thought snidely. I just needed to secure the job as his PA first. Afterward, phase two of the plan would commence. Seducing the mafia Lord. **** "Here's your office," Luciano announced, pushing aside a screen door attached to one of the walls in his office. The sizable office was adjoined to his. It held a deep brown desk and on it were a landline phone, a laptop, and a stack of documents.

It's unlike me to be so compliant, but for some reason, I can't bring myself to defy his request. Entering my office, I release a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the workplace atmosphere pressing down on me. Even though I loved my job, the constant scrutiny and whispers circulating around the building are suffocating. The employees seem to regard me with a mixture of fear and curiosity, and I can't help but wonder why. Is it because of my association with one of the wealthiest and most feared mafia bosses, or perhaps it's due to Francesco's unwavering support and mentorship, despite my short tenure here?

“If I sign that paper… what do I get in return? You want me to marry you? Fine. Let’s make this a real business deal.” He studied me for a moment. Then surprisingly he smiled. There was something almost amused in his expression. “You’re learning,” he said. “Smart girl.” “I want my father and sister alive. I want them safe. No torture, no threats, no surveillance. I want them out of your hands.” “Done,” he said without hesitation. “I want my café back.” “Already bought it,” he replied. “It’s under your name again.” That startled me. “What?” “You left the keys on the counter the day I took you. It was easy to retrieve.”

When we arrived at our camp, he sent us to our barracks first and left Lie. “Follow me!” he ordered. We turned to them as they walked towards the office. We just entered the room when we didn't see them anymore. “What are they going to talk about?” I asked curiously, and I seemed restless. “Let's find out when Lie gets back here,” replied Haressa. Mafia Boss and Lie's POV “Sit down!” Lie sat quietly, she was nervous but made her presence known. The mafia boss opened the vault and took out piles of money, and he placed them on the table and right in front of Lie.

He smiled and I watched him carefully for any signs of sarcasm. The car stopped and I looked to see a black-painted building standing tall behind two large silver gates. "Is this C-tech?" I asked. "Head office and my house yes... How did you know about Maguire and the name of my company?" He asked in thought. "You didn't seem to know who I was before." "You're not the only one who can dig around, Mr Leone," I smiled. His face split into a grin and he nodded giving me the benefit of the doubt. The gates opened slowly and the car rolled forward. "Welcome to black mansion."

“Thank you, Sean. I’ll call you when I need you.” After Sean left, Devon explored her husband’s office, which is definitely not your typical square room for business. Of course, she has expected this. The mafia boss who rules over the entire district would not just settle for an ordinary-looking workplace. In fact, this is nothing like your regular rich man’s office because it looks more like a gallery or a museum. The place is hugely spacious and you can freely run around without fear of breaking things up from arm’s length. The floor to ceiling walls hung paintings- commissioned, sold, and even bought on black market.

She informed me, looking down and trying not to meet my gaze when all I wanted to do was get lost in her honey-filled orbs. “Okay, don’t do anything stupid,” I warned before leaving her to go to my office and sort out what happened yesterday. I buried myself in work immediately, being a CEO of different luxurious hotels and five-star restaurants and being a Don is a very stressful task, but as a mafia lord or a mob boss, you have to own a legal company so people would not suspect where your money is coming from. “Ring Ring.” My phone interrupted the treaty I was going through, I growled and almost smashed the phone on the floor before seeing that the caller ID displayed Parker.