Mob Boss Lady Novels & Stories

London stepped out alone and was face to face with another lady as the manager departed with the elevator. “Hello,” the black-haired lady with slightly Asian features greeted. “You must be Ms London Webb, better known as Queenie online. I’m Cleo. We spoke briefly over the phone earlier today. Thank you for meeting us at our convenience instead. Please follow me.” London didn’t question the secretary as she smiled awkwardly at the curt and robotic reply. She followed behind the secretary, who knocked twice before entering a door. London wasn’t expecting to see such a huge room or a cosy tea set by the window. However, everything fell out of focus when she saw the lady boss in person. Wanda Wa

His mind began going through memories of the past, and it all made sense to him now. "You and madam are not only empathetic, but both of you are sharing your power. You are the source she draws her inner force from, right? Madam is a DAOB!" Bob stated. He waited for Gabriel to deny his claim. But when he got no response, he knew that he had stated fact. "Haha! Now I get why my master never wanted you to be with her! I now understand how she could easily restrain my ruthless young master. Do you even love her, or is it her manipulative power messing with your head!" Bob shouted.

"All of you are incompetent!" The brown-skinned, curly-haired lady spoke up, her eyes lit up with a familiar rage her workers had gotten used to over two years they'd been working for her, she tapped on her brown desk furiously, her eyes sending daggers to her employee's who were stood opposite her. The Lady was dressed in a black blouse and black trousers with a suit jacket, her fierce personality was on display, After all, she was the owner of one of the most important companies in Los Angeles

As I glanced around, I noticed that the walls and windows were adorned with flower-imprint fiber. ‘Why am I here?’ I pondered the reason for being brought to this place. I turned to face them and stared at their faces suspiciously. Despite their seemingly safe appearance, I remained cautious. "Who are you people?" I asked, observing as they exchanged glances. The older woman among them stepped forward and smiled at me. "You can call me Madam Gabby. I'm the head of all the maids in the pack," she introduced herself gently. "Get her into the bathtub," she instructed the girls.

Aisha sobbed. "Dami?"the man finally moved his head. "Yes Dami" "There's no Dami here please go" the man said then continued to watch his movie on the wall. Aisha turned to leave, convincing this man to see Dami will be hard,she thought. If Dami was a drug dealer,the thought of it made her eyes teary, then he would have a drug Lord name or something. What if...?. She turned. "I'm here to see Boss,he told me to tell you that" she said with a little confidence in her voice.

Elian pointed out. I ignored Elian and turned my attention back to Lance. "So what do you do, Lance?" "Can I tell her the truth?" Lance asked Elian, and Elian nodded. "I’m a Mafia leader, and I own many casinos." "Wow, you have casinos? That's so interesting! Tell me more," I chirped. "Tell what?" "Like things you do." "I give orders to people?" he answered in confusion. "Besides that, what do you do?"

She wasn't chanced to process everything when a whip landed on her back "Argh!!" She cried out and Cheetah chuckled, walking to stand in front of her. Cheetah is the strongest female mobster in the clan and also the closest female to Aurelio, they were both trained at the same period by Godfather and that earned her the name “Boss Lady” Only her and Viper calls Aurelio by his name. "You'll regret ever doing that.. You ugly thing" Cheetah said and gave her one lash. The lash was so hard that it tore her white dress, wounding her.

I just want it to be over and done with," I said under my breath. I called once more and still no response. What could be wrong? If I pull this move, he'd send the whole army to look for me, but Mr. Boss will definitely get his way around this; after all, his blue eyes command the crowd. ‎ ‎He could be at a murder crime scene and wouldn't be arrested because the police would fall in love with his blue eyes, curly hair, and chiseled jaw lines, like that of a carefully hand-crafted piece of art. He was something straight out of a mythical book. ‎ ‎His physique and aura made him so unique, his handsome face smooth as a baby's butt. I kept going on and on, delving into his features, till I reali

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

She was beautiful but in a more typical way; blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin. "Shaira. Shaira Mae." She introduced herself. "Stav Trajano." I smirked. "Stav," she repeated under her breath. "You better get back to your office Stav. Miss Montelebalo has her eyes everywhere." "Yeah, you are probably right." I said and stood up to go back to my office. "Nice to meet you. I thought only robots work here." She chuckled at this. "Join us on Friday. It's club night. I'll introduce you to everyone else."