Mob Boss Lady Novels & Stories

- Welcome, sir. - Mason. He's Damien Mason, Morgana. - Lóren answered for me. - Oh... - She looked perplexed. - Welcome, Mr. Mason. Can I get you anything, a drink? - Actually, I'm looking for a girl. - I continued. - Oh yes, there are several of us here. - She smiled. - Any specific characteristics? - Her name is Ellen. - I finished. The two women looked at me in amazement and then looked at each other:

The employee or the boss? “Go prepare the car, I'm going to do shopping.” “And why do I have to obey you? The boss is Mr. Hilaire.” Aaron couldn't help but look at her tanned skin, her neckline, her big breasts. She yawned and then stretched her body, her breasts bristled, her navel appeared and he looked at her flat stomach. “Simply because I am the boss's daughter.” He looked away and was trying to think of something else so as not to erect.

Nessie watched as Becks and Siobhan made their way over to the young woman. “Yeh have a problem with me girls?” “I have a problem with whores.” She said stepping closer to Nessie who did not back down. “I don’t see a ring on yer finger. And yeh been suckin' on a lot of peckers yerself. Don’t think yeh have much room to be talkin'.” The Lady reared back to slap Nessie. A heavily tattooed hand grabbed her wrist. When she looked over at the woman with the Mohawk, the Lady actually recoiled in fear.

Then she appeared. A tall older woman dressed in an elegant dark velvet gown stepped gracefully through the enormous entrance. Her movements remained perfectly composed. Every single step carried an effortless authority that demanded attention without requiring a single spoken word. Even from a distance she looked intimidating. This was Lukas’s mother, the reigning Luna of Silverclaw. Lukas already briefed me earlier. The photographs Lukas had previously shown me during the flight suddenly resurfaced inside my memory. Back then I had convinced myself photographs always exaggerated someone’s presence. Seeing her in person immediately destroyed that comforting illusion.

She stumbled through the hallway, past cubicles and confused coworkers, until she spotted the supply closet at the end of the hall. She shoved the door open and slipped inside, slamming it shut behind her. She twisted the lock with her shaking fingers. She pressed her back against the wall, gasping for air. Her hands trembled violently. Her mind replayed the image again and again, Lucien’s fangs, sharp and inhuman, glinting under his office lights as he held that lady’s neck like prey. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst through her ribs. Fangs. She’d seen fangs. Real ones. On her boss.

Zed gassed her up. “And you always seize each opportunity to praise me, isn't that charming?" she winked at him as the bartender set the bottle of wine and two glasses before them. “Thanks," Soraya added as the bartender walked off. ~ ~ “Hey, is your boss in?" Noah asked the maid. “No, she's not. She left a couple of hours ago," she said. “Did she say where she was going?" he inquired. “ She asked me to give you this." she handed him a note and walked off.

Lily made to stand on her feet but she suddenly a lady's figure crouched in a dark corner of the room and she flinched, almost falling "Oh my gosh, you scared me" Lily breathed heavily Lily walked closer to the lady that seems to be in probably her late teenage years "Hello, who are you?" Lily asked and the lady remained silent The lady looked messed up with her disheveled hair, is she also being held captive by the Mafia boss? Lily pitied the poor girl, she looks so scared and she trudges away each time Lily tried to go closer to her "Don't worry I'm not here to hurt you I promise, I'm also being held captive here by that bad Mafia boss" Lily explained but the girl remained silent

I'd sent my spy to gather information about The Lord of the Rings, and I was delivered the most shocking news of my life. Camilla, the Lord of the Rings' boss, has died, and the newly appointed boss has been given to Cynthia De'Lacruz, also known as the Queen of Mafia. Everything now dawns on me the reason for her changes. It must be a hard phrase to pass through for her, I'm sure this is the time she will need me the most, now that she's passing through emotional challenges.

The guard was taken aback by the lady's harshness, but didn't dare say a word. She was Lady Esme, the Don's personal cook and his eldest and longest worker. She made rules for the workers to follow and no one dared oppose her. Opposing her meant opposing the Don,and the outcome was always something not to be experienced. They entered the luxurious suite like place,and Amaya couldn't help but admire it's beauty. She had thought the exteriors of the place was wow, but this sight before her almost made her breathless. Even her father's mansion didn't measure up to this.