Novel & Cerita Outfit Female Mafia Boss

She stared right into my eyes, her warm peppermint breath blow over the tip of my nose almost as a caress. “Listen, Boy.” I raised a brow. ‘Boy?’ “I am here for business. If you want to know what deals I am making, go ahead. Don't equate me with the bitches you fuck.” Almost tenderly, she nearly relaxed my loose tie and then picked up her luggage. She was steeling out the door the next moment. A limo had parked out for her. My eyes followed her and soon my feet. I have to admit, it was demeaning running after but, this isn't just any kind of woman. In the Mafia, she could be Boss without as much as dripping a sweat. She is a permanent asset and she bloody knew her worth.

Right in between his legs and he bell back with a groan. “ Bitch!” He snarled at me, his eyes darkened. I shriveled in fear, my neck shrunk and my eyes went low as I avoided his gaze. I mumbled repeatedly, “ I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to. “ I knew what these men were and amongst all of them, he was the strongest, the one with the real power. The capo. And I just had the audacity to kick his dick. The Mafia had one rule,

“Oh these bags? They're for you. One has a bag in it. One of those snake skins and the other has a beige trench coat. I made sure it has lapels and buttons as well. I know you don't like short dresses that much especially when you wanna go out so I decided to help you out with this.” “Whew, thank you so much baby, you're the best.” “Alright shall we? That sexy vixen must be the one escorting you so I got her an outfit.” “Hmm, what exactly did you get her?” “A black trench coat, black mini skirt, long sleeved crop top. Oh and it's a beige color by the way and black combat boots.” “Looks like I have nothing to worry about then.” “You should see her. You would worry a lot then.”

That alone was enough to instill great fear amongst many others. Her sharp wits, her precise jabs at people’s weakness—this woman was known as a goddess of the mafia world. She exuded so much power, power that drove men to war just to earn, but she… she had all of it wrapped around her fingers. The Donna of Pietro mafia empire, Lisa Pietro. Each click of her heels made hearts ripple, her cologne grasping them in a chokehold before their eyes caught her presence. And then, she emerged, dressed in a black chiffon dress, her hair straightened, reaching her waist, her lips smeared with black lipstick, her eyeliner perfectly carved.

I didn't know what he does aside from being a Mafia Lord importing and exporting illegal products but maybe being a Mafia was all kinds of many things, guess it can be exhausting especially when you are the leader right? I rushed to the bathroom, the green soft brush moved quickly against my teeth and while I wanted to take a shower, I saw hickeys from our lovemaking — on my neck, breast, belly and even my arms. After taking a shower, I stood before my closet confused as to what to wear, because help me God I can't let my friends see this. I later decided on a beige turtleneck crop top paired with a brown high waist printed skirt. Wearing my perfume, I match my ginger curly hair with a ginge

(NFTMB) Chapter 91 Alessandro (Green Eyed Monster) Horror. Absolute shock. What is happening to me? Why does everyone get away with deceiving me? I feel useless and as dumb as a bitch. Can I ever get anything right? Why do I always get used by people? I'm a dumb mafia boss. A very dumb mafia boss. Possibly the worst mafia boss in history. With each wave of hatred and self torture, I downed yet another glass of whisky down with great force.

As the sun began to set the maids came in and told her quietly, ‘We are here to help you get ready Miss.’ She did not fight them, they were only following orders, she showered, let them do her hair and makeup and put on the stunning black designer dress that had been left for her to wear, it was short and sparkly fitted to her slender waist and emphasising her breasts. The matching Jimmy Choo heels completed the outfit and she glanced into the full length mirror, and there she was a true Mafia Woman. Lifting her chin her eyes flashed she was strong and brave and she fucking tough, from now on no man was going to dictate to her. She straightened her spine and held her head high as the door o

he said with an ironic chuckle. "What were you prepared for exactly?" I asked curiously. "For being chased by another mafia gang." "So you are in the mafia then?" I asked. Since Elian was already telling and there was nothing else that could risk my life more than it was now, I might as well just know a little bit more about him. "Not just in it, but I'm the leader." I gasped. "For real?" He nodded. I tried to digest the information. So… my boss was in the mafia? No, just in it. He was the leader of a mafia gang. Wow.

Sherry had heard stories about the female mafia bosses are vicious, ruthless women who were just as cruel as the men they worked with. "Two hundred thousand!" shouted a voice from the back. Sherry looked up for the first time, her eyes wide with panic. The man who had bid was tall, dressed in a sleek grey suit. His red eyes glowed like embers in the dim light. A Mafia. Next to him stood another man, holding an umbrella over his head even though there wasn’t a drop of rain. The second man’s smile sent a chill down Sherry’s spine. There was something wrong with him from his calm demeanor.

The biggest Mafia bosses together with their clans are arriving, wearing their expensive looks. “Gabe, Larisa.” Agatha called and waved her hand when she saw the two of them already inside. “Hey, you look perfect with that gown, huh?” Larisa praised. She was wearing a simple silk black gown. While Larisa was wearing a plain black tube gown with her long black gloves. “Amethyst, over here!” Gabe exclaimed when he saw her looking for them. “You look gorgeous,” Agatha commented. “We all do,” she replied, wearing a black and white gown with a huge split that shows her left leg.