Novel & Cerita Mafia Boss Office

I guess he was a bit tipsy as he tried to find his way up the stairs, and I followed. But he was a mafia boss after all. He quickly noticed me and looked back as I immediately dodged and acted like I was also drunk. That way, he wouldn't even try to question me. He sighed and continued going up, and I followed. I was surprised by what I saw with just a little glimpse. When he opened the door, it was crowded with people. Cocains. They were manufacturing it. This was their main headquarters. “Vale,” I called. “Send in more men as much as possible. Let them hide in plain sight. This is their main headquarters. This is where they produce everything. I am not going to leave here until everything

" Boss, Mr Williams is here to see you" a huge looking man said as he walked into the office. The office was designed according to the taste of this man seated behind the desk, dark and it gave off an aura of dominance. His boss, Nahil Gustavo was seated on his chair and had a cigarette in between his lips. He looked too young for a man of thirty years old and someone who ruled a big conglomerate and also the head of his mafia family. He looked evilly handsome in his black tailored suit and he screamed of beauty all over.

L U C A C R O V E T T O I Stood outside the door of the imperial suite with three of my men, my fist still clenched from the force of my knock, the manager's nervous whisper still lingered in my ear “she said she's not interested, please forgive her” He knew better, he had to plead on her behalf But I wasn't there to make a scene , I was here to get what I want. And what I wanted was that suite. Just a little escape from “ a human tragedy” the daughter of a rival mafia family “ the Barralis”

He promptly typed a curt reply and sent it back, stating that he wouldn’t go—even if the deal was cancelled. After office hours ended and with no more work scheduled for the day, he left for his mafia base. It was a secret underground facility accessed through one of the Vitelli factories that wasn’t operational. No one suspected it could be one of their bases, as no mafia would mix their legitimate and illegitimate businesses for safety’s sake. “Boss, I thought you weren’t coming,” Hunter exclaimed in surprise as the mafia king entered the dimly lit room. The room was thick with the stench of sweat and gun oil, barely masked by the sharp aroma of expensive whiskey. Four of Cristiano’s men s

the guy said "A mafia farewell," Dad said "Yes since Matteo is the head of the Spanish mafia and you are the head of the Italian Mafia Rosemary will get a mafia farewell. It's where all the mafia leaders and their families come. We haven't done it in a while but I think today we all need this," the guy said I looked around to see many mafia leaders standing near their cars and many guards around all of them "Thank you," I said and everyone nodded their heads "We also set up a parameter so that the media will not be heard or seen while we bury the mafia princess," the guy said

After he stayed at the headquarters for almost five hours, Terrence returned inside the mansion to rest. All these mafia boss’ obligations drained him down. He could not believe it till now that a nerd who was once humiliated and despised would become the head of the largest organization in the country. He plopped his tired body on the bed. The memories of how it all began surged back into his head. He closed his eyes as he let the memory engulf him. It was a peaceful Saturday morning. The sun shone brightly and the warm breeze of midsummer air was like enticing people to go out and enjoy it, but young Terrence and Troy were busy reading and arguing about the history of their clan inside Ter

“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

That’s what the security guard from the entrance says, though. And by the looks of the bartender, he never thought that this young boy would become a thug looking man's boss. “Uhm, Boss?” The huge build man came over again. This time, he’s holding a phone with someone’s name flashed on the screen. It was the CEO of Gambino Group of Company, one of their company’s huge investor. “Liam of Gambino is looking for you. He says that you need to come at the office for immediate meeting about the finance rate of the company. You have to come or else their investments will be pulled out.”

It was a lie, all his life. "Michael, I understand you're perplexed right now, but you should stop your rampage inside your office. It's bad enough already. You are Michael Mezzaluna, the Don, the Boss, the Leader of the most influential mafia family in Italy at the moment. After almost two decades of adversity and desertion, you have emerged as a resilient individual.” Alba said.

Without any other words to say, Ari uttered, "Elliot, start talking!" Elliot found it difficult at first, but he knew it was time. He then went over to the bedroom couch, where Ari followed him with her gaze. He flopped down on the sofa, heaved out a collective sigh, and decided to start talking. "I'm a mafia boss," he offers. "That seems to be the reality of the situation that I've been keeping hidden from you for so long. My underboss is Kyle, and my capo is Brit. We are part of the state's most prominent, notorious, and well-known mafia organization."