Outfit Female Mafia Boss Mga Nobela at Kwento

No, Clara Moretti is a force to be reckoned with, and apparently one who thrives on seeing me so visibly inconvenienced. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a sleek bun that looks like it's trying its hardest to keep all her psychopathic thoughts trapped in her head and at the same time highlight the angular aristocratic lines of her face. She’s dressed in a sleek, ivory power suit paired with heels that make her look like a marble statue come to life. I didn't even know women in the Italian mafia were allowed to wear pants, but clearly, Clara doesn't play by the rules. "You're late," I remark dryly, slowly rising to my feet. "We agreed on ten o'clock."

"Breathe... Breathe Christian... Breathe...You can do this." My life is about to change. What I do next will determine the Mafia Boss that I will become. Now I am a determined man, and there shall be nothing and no one that will come in my way in my pursuit to claim what is mine.

The unmistakable click of heels on marble. Voices followed. Laughter. Feminine, sharp, dripping with amusement. I didn’t need to guess who was coming. I straightened, still wearing Dominic’s coat, trying not to look like a prisoner who’d spent the night in a vent. And then she stepped into view. Tall. Perfect. Dangerous. Her hair was sleek and dark, her mouth painted blood-red, and her eyes landed on me like a knife pressed against my throat. “Well,” she said, a smile tugging her lips. “So it’s true. He really does keep a pet locked in the walls.”

Adrian and i arrive at a strip club called Moon Club, enter through the back and went straight to one of the dressing rooms. “Did you get a waitress uniform for me” i asked Rian and saw him smirk “yes sweetheart”,he got it out of his bag and handed it to me. I unfolded the clothe and looked at it suspiciously,narrowing my eyes at him,i said “this looks a little too…..exposing to be a waitress uniform”,his smirk only grew wider until he was smiling. He pushed me further into the room and drew the curtain around me saying”the waitresses dress like this to get more tips so be fast”,i couldn't argue because i haven't been in a club before talk less a strip club. “Dude, this is too short” i said

You don't defile the order of the Interagent or risk having your title stripped. The Interagent was one of the most powerful faces in the hierarchy of the Global Mafia system and I can't afford trouble at the moment. I arrived at the location and alighted immediately from the vehicle to see a man in a black uniform staring directly at me. He turned his gaze to the street bench at the entrance to the Pack and there sat a woman in a colorful summer gown. She had a cigarette between her lips and had her legs crossed. Not excluding the eye patch that covered her left eye but that didn't stop her from radiating beautiful.

Brisk steps could be heard as a young lady walked hurriedly. She clutched the bag tightly and looked around the big fancy restaurant. She was slightly frantic, and it was vivid from how her attractive face appeared exhausted. Even at that, the young lady still looked extremely beautiful. She had exquisite facial features, that were proportioned to each other. She was a delicate beauty, whose skin was milky, radiant, and flawless. " Are you Miss Ava?" A gentle-looking man, who was clothed in a fitted black suit and putting on a pair of colorless eyeglasses, approached the young lady, who just stepped into the fancy restaurant.

Finally, the door closes, and I sigh with relief. It's a total bummer. What does my boss want from me? If Dimitri were here, he would assume that I'm seducing the boss when I have no idea how to lead a man on. Fucking nitwit, I curse out loud. ... I'm striding down the hallway wearing a fucking black body dress and a killer badass hat that has a creative short fringe, something that models on a fashion runway wear. Not just that, I'm wearing black long gloves since the dress is strapless and has a deep V-cut over my cleavage.

A slow, dangerous smile crept onto my lips as I put on my glasses and walked out. “Roger,” I said calmly, my voice steady now, “take me to Green Sunland.” “My boss’s home?” he asked. “Yes. Exactly.” *** When we arrived, I stepped out, and froze. Women. Mafia attire. Power everywhere. “What’s going on?” I whispered. “It’s the annual Mafia Heiress Meet and Greet,” Roger replied. I raised a brow, a spark lighting inside me. “Perfect. Call Natasha. I need my OG Mafia gown. Along with its veil cos what’s an occasion without the devil?” I added with a slow smile.

Even though he was raised in this environment, I can tell he’s more comfortable with me, sneaking sips of his champagne and making wry comments that only I can hear. I can’t help but laugh at the things he says. He’s right – we always did get along. Fiona sweeps around the room, looking almost indecently sexy in her black Versace gown. Looking around, though, I can see that she has competition for her daring choice of clothes. This group of mob bosses and wives do tend towards the sexy. There are lot of women’s bodies on display around me, many of them enhanced with plumped lips, breasts, asses. Whatever they felt was lacking.

“You should be careful coming here at night.” Her lips trembled, as though she wanted to say more, but instead she nodded. “Goodnight, Peter.” When she walked away, he closed the door with a quiet thud, leaning back against it, his chest hollow. Adriana was right. He was already too far gone. At the docks, the blood from the ambush had barely dried when a rival boss lit a cigar over the carnage. “They’re slipping,” the man muttered to his lieutenant. “The Moretti heir lets his woman walk into a warzone. His men fall. His enemies strike, and he bleeds.”