Mike Bossy Cause Of Death Novels & Stories

Mike and Rob are old friends; I first met them when I just started stripping and had to do table dance for them; we used to be inseparable, but then Mike got married to that bat, and Rob had to take over the family business, not the kind of business that you operate in the open, he is one of the biggest mafia bosses in the city. An hour later, I pull into the parking lot of Mavericks. Mike meets me outside. “Kay, it is great to see you.” “It is awesome to see your crazy ass too. This place is amazing; where is he?” “He does not know you are coming; stand behind his skinny ass, so he does not see you.” Walking up to the bar, I can see Rob standing there with his back towards us; when did he g

MITCH “Again?” I frowned, looking up from my laptop at Mike, who had just returned from a call we got from the elders. I was busy with some last-minute preparations with Miles, who we sent him to check what the call was. “The same.” He nodded, sitting on the armchair across from mine. “The mode of death is still the same,” he added. “Their organs?” Miles questioned. “Taken.” Sighing, Mike relaxed in the chair. “I doubt I would ever get used to that gruesome scene.”

Each of the other six men laughed like maniacs. Michael decided to just spit in the boss' face after elbowing the man who was holding him in place, and hit his private area. The man howled and grabbed his crotch. Little Michael was dropped by the boss, but as quickly as he fell, he was also shot by the boss who pulled his gun. However, the shot was just slightly enough to injure him near his side instead of killing him.

He asked. "Not at all, and that's why I'm even the more baffled." I said, "How and when did you start having these speculations?" He asked, taking off his white doctor coat. "After her boss told me she had asked for a leave, in the same week she died." I answered, trying hard to be strong. "Suicide didn't quite exactly come to mind, because the kind of acid detected from the autopsy is quite brutal and corrosive."

“She planned this. Hazel fucking planned this whole thing. She didn’t kill him. She faked it. That girl... she’s still in there. She’s playing King like a damn fiddle.” Brothers surged forward. Some cheered. Some cried harder with relief. Mikey’s body twitched slightly — the paralytic wearing off. His eyes fluttered open weakly. “Boss lady... said... don’t bury me...” he rasped, voice barely audible. “Told you... I’m hard to kill...” Jax pulled Mikey into a rough hug, careful of his wounds. “You scared the shit out of us, you idiot. Don’t ever do that again.”

Someone who could possibly have a dangerous weapon on him and might end up doing horrible things to me? Knowing that I was only procrastinating from the worst, I opened my eyes to the shocking realization that it wasn't a burglar, but my boss, Nathan Synclair, sitting on a chair by the bed and taking on his phone. Correction, yelling on his phone. Even in a wrinkled blue shirt and grey tailored pants; disheveled short black hair and electric blue eyes, he had the power to wreck havoc to my senses, and even in my sleep induced jumbled state of mind, I was glad to see him by my side. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t making much sense right now, otherwise, why on earth would I be glad to see my bully-b

The truth was that most of the boss's business contacts would usually call Mike if they needed to speak to the boss, so apart from a few members of the Hunt family and Miss Ariana, no one had the boss's private number. “He's still here in the office working. He must have left his phone somewhere. If you want to see him, you can only come here,” Mike said and added. “Also, can you bring some food along? He's been drinking coffee since morning and has not been eating well recently. I'm afraid it would affect his health if he continues like this. The last time, he had been admitted to the hospital because of stomach problems,” Mike said, acting like a gossipy old aunt.

Finally, Damian told him about what happened to the rest of Gina's party—but The Boss wasn't interested anymore. What's your condition and mental state now, Gina? How are you? He wondered in pain. The Boss would have derived such pleasure from having Colin stand in front of a firing squad. That was his sole, dearest wish at that moment—apart from tending to Gina's well-being. His pain and worries over Gina crowded his head. From Roy, he obtained the same account but from a different angle. He was rather relieved he had not relied on one safety net for Gina.

If they find that bottle of wine, it should be okay, at least they can test that there is no poison in the wine, so it can be proved that I have nothing to do with it. At most, I will be punished for the violation, not suspected of murder. Wait a minute. What if... What if someone deliberately put poison in the wine to frame me? The thought of this possibility made my hair stand on end. No No No... I consoled myself, the BOSS in D Area' s cause of death has not been announced, he may have fallen to his death while taking a shower, why do I think so much about it? In less than a day, the autopsy results came out, the cause of death was acute respiratory failure, and it is very likely that he