Mafia Boss Office Novels & Stories

Alftredo The deal had gone to hell. I slammed the door to my private study so hard the paintings on the wall rattled. That bastard from Naples had double-crossed us. Thirty million euros in product loss because some greedy snake decided to play both sides. Scarfaced had warned me, but I thought I could handle it. Now blood had been spilled, and I was left cleaning up another mess. I had always been a bad Mafia Boss if not for Scarfaced, my fathers empire would have fallen.

But on the other hand, I also felt worried about what he said earlier. “Farah, my work always involves something scary.” I had suspected this, but for now, I held back from responding because I wanted to hear everything he was hiding. He looked at me as if trying to strengthen himself before speaking again. “Boss Michael and I come from a very famous mafia group. The Noctis; Boss Michael is the leader.” Hearing this made me freeze instantly; my mind went blank because I didn’t know what to say. All this time, I had known that the mafia were terrifying criminals, involved in dangerous and tense lives. It was no wonder Diego got injured.

She ended up staying through the entire conversation and the things she heard during made her blood run dry. "This is the only way. I wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't." She recognised the voice that spoke. How couldn't she when it belonged to DON Matteo, one of her father's oldest friends and trusted confidants and a man she had done well to avoid all her life.

“This promotion is an honor and I’m so glad to finally meet you Miss… “ My voice was trailed off just as the CEO raised her head and finally meet my gaze. I could feel my heart stop for a second. She hard dark black eyes , a slim long nose, and her lips were plump and fully pink. She held my gaze intently and slowly smirked. It still haven’t slicked how young she was and I’m sure she isn’t much older than me. Alex whites is probably way older than her, but yet she is the CEO. “I’m Maria Diaz, call me Miss Maria” I finally placed the accent, it was Italian , which wasn’t so obvious, there was just a hint of it. Her voice was music to my ears. “You must be Sidney Sheldon” I nodded my head in r

Bernard was beside me as well, not behaving like the pussy I had thought he was. The gangsters finally alighted from the six cars and I knew their boss was present at that moment I couldn't wait to meet him since no one dared to stop me and if the boss ended up being someone lower in rank than me the mafia world, I would waste my sweet million Euro bullet into his hand. One of the gangsters opened the car and I expected their boss to alight from the car which he finally did. I stopped my stern gaze at the gangster boys as I watched the leader who seemed to be in his early fifties, he took off his sunglasses and I recognized him at once.

Even the air around it felt older. The gates groaned open as if protesting the movement. A butler stepped out, bowing with careful respect. “Ma’am, welcome. Boss has been expecting you in his study.” A chill crept down my spine. Expecting me? But I hadn’t called him. I hadn’t told John. I hadn’t told anyone. For a moment, my breath lodged in my throat. How did he know? Then the answer whispered across my thoughts like a familiar warning: He is a mafia boss, Laura. He always knows.

I listened intently, trying to understand the complexities of his empire. “As you know, I'm the most powerful and influential mafia lord in the city, not someone you fiddled with for any reason! I own and control more than half of the city! I always call the shots!” He disclosed, hitting his chest boastfully, basking in his pride. Irritated by his arrogance, glared at him and looked away. He still didn't stop. “I own the malls, the storehouses, the restaurants, the bars, the clubhouses, and other businesses! So many of them!” He continued, adding to my aggravation.

Victor Santos’s Office – Late That Night The office was tucked away in an old, unmarked building. No name on the door. No windows facing the street. It felt like a place where secrets went to hide. Victor Santos sat behind a massive wooden desk, hands folded calmly, eyes sharp as knives. He was Alejandro’s uncle the mafia connection. The man who fixed problems that money and lawyers couldn’t touch. Amelia sat across from him, back straight, face trying hard to look calm even though she felt like she was falling apart inside.

“Tonight, you’ll understand why no one challenges me.” I swallowed but said nothing. When the doors opened, the sound of conversation hit me first. The room was massive—floor-to-ceiling windows framed the cityscape, and a long table sat in the center, occupied by men who exuded danger. Some were older, with graying hair and cold eyes, while others were younger, their gazes sharp, calculating. Mafia bosses. This wasn’t just a business meeting. This was a war council. Alessandro’s grip on my waist tightened ever so slightly before he released me. “Stay close.”

He wasn't sure, but since Lorenzo had told him to keep tabs on Ava and everything about her, he decided it was only right for his boss to know the current news. " Mr. Brown," He called Lorenzo and passed him his big phone. " What?" Lorenzo replied indifferently and lazily as he continued staring at the cool city view. " You need to see this." The assistant said with a slightly shaky voice, and he stepped forward. Instantly, Lorenzo's head snapped to the assistant, and even Hudson stood up. Seeing what was on the phone screen, Lorenzo clenched his jaws, and the office temperature immediately dropped. * Snap* The pen in his hand broke forcefully into two, and his gaze turned chilly. His black