Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss Novels & Stories

The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside. "Let go of me! What do you want from me?" yelled Yara, trying to rebel. Inside the mansion, a man was sitting on a black leather sofa. His eyes were cold. He was Damian Devatra, the man Yara had heard about on the news and through rumors—the ruler of a ruthless and unforgiving underground organization. You could say he was the King of the Mafia. "Sit down," Damian ordered simply. Yara gulped, feeling she had no choice. Hesitantly, she sat on the sofa in front of him.

Torture me, make me feel insecure and then finish me off when I least expected. Lies. If he thinks he can break me, then he's wrong. I'm not the same little boy I was fifteen years ago. I had gotten tougher. The experience has made me cruel. I am the Mafia boss of Black Vipers. And I don't tremble in the presence of my enemies. Mia hesitated before speaking. “Why is your father after you?” Her voice was careful, as if she expected me to push her away. I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face. The past clawed at me, choking my throat.

“You’re just a pawn to her, Raymond. Disposable. That is why she sends you to seduce a woman and still uses you to clear her urges and fantasies at night. But if you help me, I can protect you.” He hesitated, his resolve wavering. “I... I don’t know exactly where she is,” he admitted. “But Holly has a safe house. It’s outside the city, near the old railway station. That’s where the old boss tells her to take people when he wants them to… disappear.” “And who is this ‘old boss?”? Mmmmm. “I've never met him; I just know he's the higher up, and he provides resources for us to do his bidding.”.

“Find out who they were, Gustav. Every tattoo, every scar—find their roots. And make sure the cops find nothing on me. I want the story clean.” “Yes, boss.” I pulled away from the edge of the rooftop, stepping back into the shadows. The city was alive below, a beast that fed on secrets and power. And tonight, it felt like someone was trying to cut into my territory—someone reckless enough to target Ariana in my presence. That wasn’t a coincidence.

Nick’s POV The atmosphere in the yacht was grieved as tension filled the air fueling my assertiveness. I’ve grown used to such business deals that I no longer dread death. I stand before Barcus of the Amiria clan, a notorious lord of the underground business. His turf cuts across drugs, human trafficking which is something I’d never do, although he tries to hide it and uses it as a means to acquire slush funds, but I’m well aware of this, there’s nothing that gets passed me anyways. His dealings on weaponry is the unfortunate link that allows a dog like him to dare dream of dinning with the king.

He walked back to my chair and knelt down on the hard stone floor right in front of me. The sight of this giant, terrifying underboss kneeling before me made my heart do a strange, violent flip. "Give me your hand," Kaan commanded gently. I hesitated for a second, then placed my hand in his. His palm was huge, warm, and rough with thick calluses, yet when he took my fingers, his touch was so gentle it made my breath hitch. He dipped a clean cloth into the warm water and carefully wiped the dark blood and ash from my palm. When the wet cloth touched the cut, I gasped, flinching back.

Agreeing with her, the owner decided to get their club registered lawfully. They would earn enough money to take care of the family. And also no one deserves to go through this kind of pain to earn enough money to support their own families or to get enough money to get themselves well fed. What Tim did not know, he was not allowed to give even a scratch to any of the prostitutes against their wills. And Alaina was never a BDSM prostitute. Hell, she was so innocent and fragile that all the clients were always gentle with her like they were patting a rose. She was very beautiful and very sexy. But at the same time, she was very innocent and the glue that was holding all the workers of the clu

“If he senses any fakeness from you, it could end badly. You’ve got to be careful.” I pull my chin away from his grip. “I get it, James. Don’t treat me like a kid.” “I just care about you.” “Yeah, well, with Dai Qing backing me, I’m looking out for myself. How did you end up in this mess?” “I got a connection. The Zhangs are rising in the child and sex trafficking scene. We had a chance, and I was done sitting on the sidelines. We took it.” I press my fingers to my forehead. “I’m here to negotiate for Flint.”

It seems that I couldn't get her out of my mind at all. "I will find you Miss unknown." I mumbled but the next second I was distracted by call. It's time to focus on my work. ___ I put back the lingerie in my pocket and stormed out of my suite. Black roll Royce cars were lined up outside with men in black, waiting for me. Their Boss , Caspar Mcadam, the money laundering Mafia King. The god of the American underworld. I'm the symbol of danger, blood and death...no human being in their sanity would like to cross their paths with me... I'm ruthless man with no mercy feelings.

She uses braces, even though her teeth are straight and perfect. She wears a dark-colored foundation on her exposed skin, to look darker than her usual fair skin tone. Her clothes are loose and ill-fitting, not at all suitable for her frame. But living between the made men is like living in the middle of the beasts. You should always be on guard. So she disguised herself as a freak. That worked and no one usually looks at her a second time. She usually blends in well with her surroundings, never garnering attention to herself. LUCA Vitiello is the Boss of the New York outfit. Since the time he became the Boss, he started to take over almost half the other outfits under his control. Now, more