Novel & Cerita Outfit Female Mafia Boss

She was taking too long, and I was getting pissed. Just as I was about to break the door with a loud bang, she came out a few moments later. I paused to take in her outfit. Dressed in tight black leggings, a crop top, and a leather jacket over it. She screamed 'mafia lady'. I coughed to hide my smile. "We can get going...." She trailed off, her gaze meeting mine. I used that moment to take in her dress again, and just like I guessed, she wasn't wearing any bra.

It was thirty minutes past eight now and I should better hurry to get ready work. After taking the shower I dressed in another business outfits, Enzo had kept many of them for me. Of course he knew I would need them. The dress I wore today was blood red and made me feel bold and confident. I was ready in no time and I still had thirty minutes before we leave for Rexivo. I stood in front of the mirror and told myself I was worth of whatever I was doing today and I was no lesser than anyone and not especially a man, I would drag each and everyone out of their delusional world to show them, if determined a woman can be the most powerful asset whether it is in home or in business and especially

I am truly blessed to have him in my life. A black jeep screeches to a halt in front of the entrance, sending spirals of dust into the air. Tore and Rose are here. I walk down the staircase and open the passenger door to see my sister all dolled up and smiling. Her blonde hair is styled in beautiful curls and she is wearing perfume. My lips lift into a smile, I can see that she is having fun with the money I sent her and mother. The mafia pay well but I have to be honest, work is not all a bed of roses here. In fact, work as a member of the mafia is brutal.

If what kind of a mistake have I ever done in order for him just to hide me as a wife, but until now the answer remains blank. I was back in my sense when his door suddenly opened. He stood and stared at me seriously while wearing nothing other than his boxer shorts. I immediately took my eyes off of him and then continued walking. Even before I could get away I heard him call his men and ordered to dispatch the woman he had slept with. I laughed softly as I walked down the stairs. Yes, it is also not new to me to hear such a command from him. He is a mafia boss after all, a ruthless one. And I, Jazzie Zamora, am his wife.

The dress was short but it was better than the previous one that the woman had forced her to wear. The maids stylishly admired her beauty. Any man would trip at the sight of this and they were starting to think among themselves if Martin was really an exception. "Let's go, he's waiting outside" one of them said Valerie nodded. She was holding ba white small purse as she followed them outside and there he was, leaning against his boat tail car. He was putting on a black blazer that was half buttoned. Seems like he just got his hairstyle done because it was a little bit shorter and gelled at the back, giving him this original hot mafia look.

They all come to you with so much sweetness but after a while, when all the butterfly flutters in the belly are gone they begin to act all weird and start doing things to you that you wouldn't expect. I need to keep myself safe from such people. Nate is a mafia boss, he kills people for a living. People's lives don't mean anything to him. He can just attack you anytime, anyway and anywhere. How can I even trust him? How do I know if he just wants to play with me and dump me after that? Nate can't like someone like me. How can a mafia boss who specialises in hurting people be capable of liking someone? I decided to let go and not ponder on the matter anymore.

I looked at them. They were all in black. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that they were the mafia. This must be a mistake. It wasn’t possible. I wasn’t going to believe anything they had said.“100 million dollars? Do you know what you are saying?” I asked the leader of the men as I raised my head in defiance. “You can ask your grandfather” he smugly replied. I turned to my grandpa and saw that he had a similar expression on his face. Before my grandfather could speak, the gang leader beat him to it.“Hey you!” the leader called the other person and they moved towards me.

I tell myself I will wait fifteen minutes, and if she doesn’t show… I have no clue why I’m so anxious to see her. No, not anxious. Excited. Zandra crashing my meeting was never a part of the plan. She officially has spooked all my potential business partners, and for good reason. It takes a lot to impress me, but the woman who strode into that restaurant, confident and dressed to kill, nearly had my jaw on the floor. All it took was one look and I knew…This is what a Mafia Boss princess looks like.

The soft blue blouse and tailored trousers she had on radiated on her olive-toned skin already lined with subtle wrinkles. She nodded, as she repeated my name in her soft Italian accent. “Cecile. Luca has instructed me to ensure you have everything you need” At first I didn’t think she was a worker. She looked too polished , too refined . Every thing about her style and poise caught me off guard that at first glance I had thought she might be a guest or even member of the family. Maria took charge, directing the workers to take my luggage to my chambers. She then turned to me and said “ please follow me, I’ll show you to your room”

He stared at Laura; although she was no longer a teen, her youthful appearance and beauty were still very much present—she was truly stunning. It was unexpected for a mafia boss to give up the thought of killing her directly and instead decide to use and ruin her life. "Why don’t you find out?" the young man smirked, a smile on his face that didn’t reach his eyes. Laura raised her eyebrow, then stretched her arm forward, pulling his collar and dragging him into the bathroom, using his back to shut the door. "Fierce, huh? Just the way I like it," the young man said with a smile.