Mafia Boss Office Novels & Stories

His office was nothing like the rest of this place. We walked down the same long hallway I remembered from yesterday, past the same closed doors. I could hear voices and phones ringing from behind some of them, just like before. At the end of the hallway was the same big wooden door with the gold nameplate that said "Big Jim." John knocked twice, then opened the door without waiting for an answer. The office was huge, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a massive desk in the middle. Behind the desk sat Big Jim, his eyes were cold and calculating.

He hardly ever gets a rest, and that girl still gives him a pain in the ass," he added. My pupils drew more widely. The fact that he is linked with major organizations comes as a surprise to me because all along I had the impression that he was merely a CEO and a millionaire who owns a great deal of property, assets, and businesses. After overhearing Lorenzo refer to him as his big boss, it's possible that the presence of so many robotic bodyguards was the cause for this. Everything that was strange or unsettling is beginning to make more sense now. The moment he used the phrase "big boss," it was clear that he was a member of the mafia, right? Or, if that's not the case, he could be the bos

He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey.

“The Irish mob planted a guard in the New York cosa Nostra to learn secrets about the business since the don has refused to merge ,and the guard was killed . The revenge plan was to kill he’s girlfriend and take Mr Adams hostage until the don agrees to merge business or handover …or so we figured” He’s girlfriend? The don distributed the files across the table as the woman was talking until it got to me . It was pictures of the dead guard and pictures of Cain and I as we boarded the jet earlier. This is so scary and overwhelming . Someone was watching us? My hands trembled as I held the pictures . I felt a hand squeeze my thigh from the split on my dress ,it send shivers down my spine and I

During dinner that evening, she got dressed in a pink gown and concentrated on her meal when she heard her father clear his throat. Rose looked up at him, hoping he had something nice to say. "I have got a good news!" He suddenly said to everyone in the dining room. Mia stole a glance at him and when she realized he was kinda looking at her, she avoided his gaze. "I got an offer from the biggest investment company in this City. I couldn't believe President Gun Blackwood would ever consider my company worthy to invest in." Everyone was surprised and that included Rose. "Wow! But isn't that the infamous Mafia Boss? That's very good news, though! Congratulations Cross!"

“Why not propose it to the Japanese before they ally with the Russians? Or go straight to the Bratva—a blonde wife wouldn’t be so bad.” I smirked at him, taking a sip of the whiskey. Yes, I could do that, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I had no interest in alliances with the Russians beyond hatred, not at the moment. Though Nero’s idea wasn’t bad, my focus was elsewhere. And it didn’t take two days for our suspicions to be confirmed. Our informant provided Mancini’s location, confirming he had gone to meet with the 'Ndrangheta bosses. “He’ll pay dearly for this. He’ll wish he had accepted my deal,” I growled, watching the bastards part ways after sealing their agreement.

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.

he said with an ironic chuckle. "What were you prepared for exactly?" I asked curiously. "For being chased by another mafia gang." "So you are in the mafia then?" I asked. Since Elian was already telling and there was nothing else that could risk my life more than it was now, I might as well just know a little bit more about him. "Not just in it, but I'm the leader." I gasped. "For real?" He nodded. I tried to digest the information. So… my boss was in the mafia? No, just in it. He was the leader of a mafia gang. Wow.

"I see. Well, the boss would discuss this further in the office. I think he can negotiate the details." As we entered the office, my senses went on high alert. I noticed the security cameras, the reinforced doors, and the strategically placed guards. This was more than just a warehouse; it was a fortress, and yet I didn't know who owned the place. “Well, well, well. Look who came to visit.." I heard a voice that made me turn. It was someone familiar. "You! Everyone thinks you're dead,” I said, not too surprised. Most times, mafia faked their own dead to make it look real

Salvatore’s voice was outside the door just as Marco found the address, quickly typing it up on his phone before clearing every indicator of his search, the door creaking open behind him with a ray of light streaming into the darkened interior, the youngest’s heart jumping in his throat. “Finish up tomorrow,” The Mafia Boss stated over his shoulder and walked into the room, turning on the chandelier overhead and bathed his office in a warm glow as his eyes roamed over the interior in search for the device he had come for. “Ah, here it is,” He caught sight of the phone on the coffee table, picking it up and turning it on to check for any new updates before slipping it into his robe’s pocket.