Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss Novels & Stories

Adorable. I needed something raw tonight. Something that screamed. The club was underground, literally—carved into the old catacombs beneath the capital’s pleasure district. Pulsing bass, bodies slick with sweat and pheromones, Alphas prowling, Omegas and Betas offering themselves up like gifts. I wore black, no royal insignia. Just a predator in the dark. I found him at the bar—twink, barely twenty, all lean lines and eager eyes. Blond curls, full lips painted gloss, shirt tight enough to show pert nipples. He smelled like ripe peach and desperation. Perfect.

Every instinct whispered that the man who had purchased her was watching. She thought about the auction, about the ten million dollars that had bought her. Her stepfather’s greed felt meaningless now. He had handed her over without hesitation. She belonged entirely to Alexei Volkov. The car moved deeper into the city. Moscow’s skyline stretched before her, tall and imposing. Lights glimmered like stars, distant traffic rushed by, but the city felt alien. She realized that nothing she had known applied here. Every step forward was dictated by men whose loyalty and skill made her feel fragile. The fear inside her grew heavier.

she slowly said in a calm, unreadable voice. Assuming there could be a turn of events, Waltom eagerly nodded, "Of course, I do! When he joined, he mentioned he was from the mountains. "Kids who come from nothing usually struggle in the big city. They see the glitz and glamor of life here and think they can cut corners to climb to the top. "I mean… Why else is he the one female clients always ask for during drinks? Where there's smoke, there's fire, so if he really was as professional as he claims, he wouldn't be attracting all this unwanted attention, would he?

he agrees. “So you’re the boss for this mafia… gang?” she’s too nervous and she doesn’t want to ask stupid questions. She’s too careful in putting her words. “Yeah, I am.” “Then what else… don’t you show your face?” she asked. “No,” that’s a sharp answer came from him. “Why not? If you want me then you have to show me your face,” she said. She doesn’t want to talk anyway that could piss him off and that will lead to her murder. And there’s this comforting feeling around him, like he’s not going to hurt her.

She had taken extra time to get dressed before going down to have breakfast at the table. She had expected him to at least acknowledge her when she had walked into the room but he hadn't so much as looked at her. No compliment on how bad or good she looked, not that she really wanted it. He was such a brute, an arrogant, selfish, ruthless mafia Don who didn't have a mind of his. His father told him what to do and when to do it. He didn't have a heart, or a soul, Sara was sure of it. How could he have a heart if didn't show concern for people?

“Who was the contract then given after I rejected it?” The prime minister shrugged. “Well, it was only hierarchal that the mantle fell on chief Giovanni Piero…as much as I can remember, he made no direct calls or indicated hidden interest personally.” “Chief Giovanni…” Chief Alegra mumbled as he racked his head for the image of him in his head. “You don’t know chief Giovanni?” prime minster asked with surprise. Who doesn’t know chief Giovanni. A ruthless wealthy man, shady and does underground deals yet manages to never get caught.

The underground stone building in the People’s Repair Shop. A dozen or so mercenaries were kneeling on the floor. Jake Graham, the so-called Boss and King of the Underworld, was kneeling on the floor as well, shivering. To secure his current position and title, he had to get acquainted with influential men. Otherwise, he would have been long gone. However, the imposing and awe-inspiring Boss of the Underworld was now kneeling on the floor like an obedient dog. Soon, the man in the black vest returned with a handful of information. Upon seeing his boss on the floor shivering, he staggered and fell. The documents in his hands were scattered everywhere.

"Most are, though. Horrible people. The only good one I've seen is the boss." A snort escaped from my mouth the moment he said that. Yeah, that was it. But maybe that was how the mafia lords worked. Maybe this was what they did best... draw you in with enough intensity and obsession, and once one believed it, once you began to fall for them and their amazing tongues which seemed to work wonders behind close quarters, they dropped you. Did I even love him? I wasn't sure. I wouldn't have left so early if I did, right? Maybe I was close to it. Maybe that was what scared me more than anything.

Kingston I take a deep drag on the cigarette while silently enjoying the agony of Thomas Ventura, who is currently being purified in the flames for all the sin and intransigence he has committed during the last few years as one of the most respected underboss in New York. the power managed to blind yet another man. Fools... Greed for power would only lead them to the grave. The seven underbosses formed a circle as they watched Thomas' last screams, none of them showing any pity for the underboss's fate, their faces wearing the mask of tranquility I knew so well.

I asked impatiently, my fingers working magic on her tits. Stunningly, my little fucking slave refused to moan, holding back her pleasurable humming; her soft voice like a fucking Catholic choir member singing according to the rhythm from the melodious piano. "Fucking answer the question I asked!" I snarled but she remained mute, staring into my eyeballs like she had just found something lost for centuries. "If it's about the Russo Underground Mafia," Amelia paused and bit her lips. "I... I can handle them, Alessandro." This bitch, when would she learn to stop switching titles for me.