Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss Mga Nobela at Kwento

Xavier said putting his hands under Aria's butt and standing up with her He started to walk when he turned around. "And for the record I'm not just a guy." he gave me a wicked smirk "I run this joint." They walked away and I felt a little lonely when I heard Aria laugh as they went down the corridor. I leaned over and looked at the people passing down below. It took me a couple of minutes for Xavier's words to register and when they did a gasp left my mouth. Wait.....He's the Boss???? XAVIER'S THE BOSS OF THE MAFIA!!!!

Never would that they have expected her to have the guts to lay her hands on him. "Who's the one that have the guts to hurt my men?"and middle-aged man voice echoed in the vip room. Following that, a few guys stormed into the room. The leader of the group was a man with a big fat belly and tattoos all over his body. "Brightmoon?" Wendel muttered. He knew Brightmoon, he was one of the gang leader's of the underground society, and he was one of the underlings of underlings of David Wyatt the mighty boss of the underground circle all over the city. David Wyatt was know for his two sides a boss of underground society, he controls both legal and underground businesses in the city.

We are here in the Underground City, a hidden location where gangsters, assassins, mafia princes and princesses, reapers, and other people with dirty jobs take shelter or permanently live. The majority of illegal work comes from here, and it is protected by the government because they can profit a large sum of money from here during election season. You know, all the nefarious tactics they’ll do in order to obtain their desired position. The authorities as well had never raided this area. You know, money can make anything work.

He was almost never home this early. I walked into the living room where several men lounged on the furniture, each one exuding wealth and danger in equal measure. Cuban cigars perfumed the air, and crystal glasses of amber whiskey caught the light from the fireplace. These weren't ordinary men. They were crime bosses, captains of industry in the underworld, and they all turned to look at me the moment I entered.

“Clean yourself up. Tomorrow morning you start work as my personal assistant. Short skirt. No panties. And when I snap my fingers, you bend over this desk and take whatever I give you.” He tucked his cock away and walked to the door. “Oh, and Elena?” he said, turning back with a dark smile. “If you’re very good… I might even let you enjoy being my blackmailed little slut.” He left, leaving me bent over the desk, cum dripping from my freshly fucked pussy, body trembling, mind spinning. My family’s secrets were safe. But I had just sold myself to the underboss. And as another thick drop of his cum slid down my thigh, I realized with a shameful shiver that part of me was already looking forward

It feels soothing to know she has the decency to care despite our no feelings attached deal but she has no idea I’m no prey but the biggest predator in the jungle. I call to the dark and the dark doesn’t call to me, the biggest predators are those who hide in the safety of the blanket of the night unscathed and uncover Salvatore Vinci- Souza by day and the undercover Leader and Don of the X- Mafia. The map was turned up leading to a 24 hour store. I spotted one closer after some fervent search. I turned off the engine of my yellow Brabus, alighted the car with my wallet and made my way into the huge store. My eyes flicker from various brands of tampons to pads, and self care.

Pulling back with a chuckle, she taps my cheek, stating, "You will learn to bend to me, Jarek. You're young and will need a release every now and then. If you think I will let you out of my sight so you can go to one of those submissives at the clubs, you can think again. I will be the only one you fuck from here on out." Once she's gone, I turn my head and spit on the floor. I'm such a pathetic Mafia Boss. I can't even protect myself from an old conniving bitch like Carmen. It's okay, though. I will have the last laugh. *** My guard dog brings me in a nice steak dinner. I could only finish a quarter of the meal since they'd pretty much been starving me. I've got to be down forty pounds or s

The man couldn't even look at Gabe. He breathed out and folded the letter that his employee passed to him. "I'll wire you money to use for your medication. Make sure you heal and come back here healthier," Gabe said. She was surprised. Her eyes were glued at him. Her heart was pounding—she was melting. Have you ever been amazed by someone's kindness? Well, it was her first time to admire someone. Gabe Clyborne—a Mafia boss. He's far from what he knows about him. They said he's cold-hearted. No, he's not. Just right now, Larisa proved it and witnessed it with her own eyes.

Matt panicked, "Boss, I don't know what you're talking about" The Underboss pulled the 9mm pistol behind him and hits the hammer, pointing the weapon to the operator who quickly raised his hands in shock. "Boss, what's going on?" "My uncle will not hire a random person to join the applicants for this post month ago. It must be a mafia operator with good credentials, he knew I would pick you. I don't recognize your face but you know who I am, Luca Antonio, the Underboss of the Finest White Mafia gang, the one who slits throats and projects bullets. Deny it one more time and the pain of a bullet in your brain will be the last thing you feel "

“They ain’t yours.” “They work for me,” I corrected. “Which makes them under my protection.” He laughed. “Protection? You think you can protect them from Juan?” I smiled. “I don’t think. I know.” I nodded once, and one of my men slammed the guy’s face into the floor. He groaned, blood pooling beneath him. The second one chuckled. Actually chuckled. “This is just the beginning,” he said, voice thick with arrogance. “The girls here ain’t the only ones Juan is after.”