Stolen By The Boss Novels & Stories

The evening with the busty model they had arranged for the boss, but the date ended up exchanging blows with Benjamin, and then Boss had given them a signal to kidnap Benjamin's date. ‘It was fucking terrible to think that the boss suddenly began taking interest in Benjamin’s women. Moreover, they had to abduct her.’ Gary was confirming the incident inside that had taken place under their nose with their own hands and feet involved. “It's nothing, you just don't try to believe that our boss is with the girl for longer than we have ever witnessed but if you think about it positively, then it would be a good thing,” Artin said with a smile after the smoke cracked out of his mouth because of th

replied Jimmy saw Allan walking towards him. "How dare I let the boss wait long. Yes no, the Van?" said Allan, as if asking for approval Evan would the him words. "Yes mas Allan, sir Jimmy definitely anger if eventually wait." replied Evan with a smile to the direction of Allan. "You're the assistant who, Van? Do you want cut payroll this month?" question Jimmy sounded like a threat in the ear Evan, so that he shuddered to hear it. Face Evan Directly pale hence. He immediately shook his head,

He was a large man, with a cruel sneer that seemed to be plastered across his face. He stepped into the cell, his eyes roaming over me with a lecherous gaze. "Well, hello," he drawled, his voice thick and unpleasant. "Boss really hit the jackpot when he caught you, the Don's pretty little bird." I glared at him, refusing to cower. "Get away from me," I said, my voice cold and steady. "I have no business with you." He chuckled, a nasty, guttural sound. "Oh, but I do, Signora, the boss said to check on his... prize, to make sure you're comfortable and all."

The boy squeaked and didn't stop trembling while on the floor, almost lifeless. The boss walked around him and stopped right behind the boy. His gaze a little hard but the glint still stayed on his mouth. “I like that. So you admit that what you did was a crime, not a silly mistake. You fucking stole from me. You stole my money and a gram of my merchandise. No matter how small it might look, you still have to pay, little kid.” With that said, he plunged the dagger in his right buttocks and not a sound was heard from the boy at this point. His lack of response to the pain shattered and bruised the boss's ego pretty badly.

Rowan The next few days fly by. It’s like nothing ever happened. Except for the fact that we seem to have all our cards on the table. I take her to lunch every day. I also move one item from her office into my own every day. When she steps away. Then she comes to my door to reclaim her item. “Mr. Merrick, stealing is against the law.”

They look to have spent all night doing what Ariadne could do in a few hours. “So who’s the culprit,” Victor takes a seat, Cheshire grin on his face. Waylon and Calvin look very pensive. This must be bad news, really bad news. Victor's smile fades. “Who’s stealing from me.” Waylon swallows audibly, “We cross-referenced the numbers. Those short changes were all from one district, Boss.” “Where?” Victor growls. It’s like pulling teeth with these two. “Brooklyn,” Calvin finally says.

“You’re talking about the boss’s snack. Don’t want to lose your tongue, do you?” They both chuckled, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from storming out and punching them. Snack? Was that what they thought I was? Some trophy Luca had plucked from Alessandro to parade around like a prize? Did they think I was some whore who wanted to sleep with him? The thought burned, but I swallowed it down. Anger wouldn’t help me now. “She must’ve been a hell of a fight for Alessandro to give her up, though,” one of them added, his voice dropping slightly. “The guy was fuming when the boss left with her.”

Giggling at myself, I take another sip of my water. "Miss Jones." Shit! The water forgets its downward trajectory as I cough and nearly spit. Fuck! He isn't in my imagination. I was actually fantasizing over and ogling the real him—my real boss. Before I can respond, Mr. Willis gestures toward the empty barstool beside me. "May I?" My head bobs before my lips move. "Y-yes." "I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to say something before we return to the office tomorrow."

Lucas exclaimed, and Owen could hear him getting up at the other end of the call. “What happened? What kind of trouble?” He questioned him further, sounding really worried. “We found out some really bad guys are setting her up at her place of work; they’re saying she stole lots of money.” “What the fu… Sorry, I mean, what the hell? So Sophie is being accused of theft? I told her that New York was a bad idea. This bad guy you are talking about—it's that pompous boss of hers, isn't it?” He asked, now sounding a bit resentful.

"Did you drop it off at the market? Did you tuck it under a café table for a Valenti runner to find?" "I don't have it! It was stolen from my room!" "A likely story," the analyst laughed. It was a cold, ugly sound. He turned to the others. "The Boss is going to be furious when he hears his 'investment' is a traitor. But until he gets here... we have a significant loss to recoup. And you, Miss Ashford, are the only collateral we have." The tension in the room snapped. One of the men, a younger, thuggish-looking associate with slicked-back hair, lunged forward and grabbed my arm.