Novel & Cerita Outfit Female Mafia Boss

365 Days to Fall in Love with Mr. Mafia Boss Daria laid the dress on my bed at 5 PM. Black. Floor-length. Slit to the hip. Back open to the waist. “Signor De Santis says it’s bulletproof,” she said. “Aramid weave. It won’t stop a headshot.” “Comforting.” “He also says you’re not to leave his side. Not for champagne, not for the bathroom, not if the building is on fire.” She set a diamond choker next to it. Not diamonds. Black diamonds. “And you wear this. It covers the bruises.”

The other side of my life and that will happen tonight. “ Why am I dress this way? Where are we going?” she asked in a calm, sweet tone. At first sight, it’s like a dream. A long-lost dream. If things didn’t happen the way that it happened, maybe this will be her life. She didn’t suffer being robbed of her riches and she will always wear this elegant long gown because that is what she is. “ You know that I am the mafia leader, right?” She stilled. It’s like she isn’t fully ready to hear things from me. But thank god, she nodded, accepting all of my flaws and personality.

Ironically, she lets me do things at my own pace. Ironic because it was out of her character for someone who was known to be the boss- slash, the queen of the mafia. She’s ruthless when she needs to be but outside of that, though she’s far from normal and ordinary, she’s just… I guess simple in her own unique ways. She was dressed up in tight workout clothes. Her breasts almost spilling from her top, her abs and curvy waist on full display. Thank god, she’s wearing leggings rather than those really short ones that show off half of their butts.

Alessandro pressed his hand firmly against my lower back, guiding me down the steps toward an office that overlooked the carnage. I couldn't help but notice her the instant we walked in. A classic Italian beauty with long, shiny black hair and a killer face. She was dressed in a black silk dress that accentuated her curves and gold jewellery. The perfect picture of a female crime boss. She rose with the grace of a queen to greet Alessandro the moment we stepped in. The woman was beautiful. “Don.” “Giovanna.” Alessandro inclined his head, the barest of response but his hand didn't leave me.

’ [Fuck every man in the gang would want her when they saw her in this outfit. She thought angrily as she dragged her back out to him in the main room where rock music blasted from the speakers and some of the girls were naked and dancing around poles. Alcohol was abundant the men were drinking beer with whisky shots and the women had brightly coloured cocktails, the air was thick with the smell of cannabis and other drugs being smoked. Azori turned to look at the beautiful Mafia Boss, he knew exactly who she was and who she belonged to, the ransom he planned to ask for was going to secure his gang's future. All that went from his mind when he saw how she looked in the outfit he had chosen f

Security was everywhere, yet none of the men wore uniforms, only luxury suits with subtle weapons under tailored jackets. There were other cars black Bentleys, Lamborghinis, one or two limousines. And people. People dressed like gods. Inside, the air was thick with money and danger. Golden chandeliers. Deep classical music. Laughter laced with menace. The kind of event where a spilled drink could start a war. Gun walked ahead without waiting for her. She followed silently, lips pressed tight. Everywhere she looked, women hung off powerful men models, mistresses, mafia wives. All with perfect skin, dead eyes, and diamond chains around their necks. Not one looked free.

Failure to appear would be treated as insubordination. I dressed carefully that morning in a charcoal suit, perfectly tailored, my hair slicked back, my jaw clean-shaven. The man in the mirror looked every inch the mafia boss. Cold. Commanding. Unshakeable. Inside, I was anything but. Maria stood at the window of the safe house, watching the sun rise over the estate. Her bruises had faded to sickly yellows and greens, but she still moved carefully, protecting ribs that had not yet fully healed. The plain black dress I had provided hung loose on her frame, but she wore it like armor.

His attitude with other people is so gripping and intimidating. Sirius is the leader of the most feared mafia gang. Of course he has a reputation of a devil. He is a cruel demon. He can kill people as he steps on ants. ** Meanwhile, Ashley was choosing clothes to wear.... Today, she decided to wear a short tennis high-waist skirt in green with white stripes above the knee. Combined with a white crop top shirt that is tucked into her skirt, it makes her slim waistline and flat stomach more visible, also highlighting her growing breasts.

She waved me off, and grabbed my face, gently squeezing my cheeks, "Don't worry, honey," she said, but I was already extremely anxious. "Once you pair this with a smoky look, even the Mafia boss won't be able to resist you." I took one look at the dress, and sighed begrudgingly. Dahlia might wear this. Dahlia might want to take the extra effort to please Giovanni. Dahlia would definitely enjoy seeing the powerful man flustered over her outfit. I couldn't deny all of that. So I exhaled again, my shoulders sagging in defeat, and I muttered,

"By the way where are we going now, is it necessary to wear dress, it will become difficult for me to fight if something happens..." She asked unzipping her suitcase. He let out a small laugh. "Don't worry baby and you don't have to fight with anyone, he is the Italian mafia and one of my close friend. We were in the same college. Plus you are coming as my girlfriend not a bodyguard so yes you will wear a dress and not a suit." "College friend?... You were in a mafia College or what ?..." She chuckled and started getting ready for the night. She wore her black dress which she brought yesterday, she kept her makeup natural and wore black high heels and tied the gun Holster around her thighs.