Stolen By The Boss Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

"We failed you, Boss." "Failed me?" I repeated mockingly. "No, failed doesn’t even begin to cover it. You disgraced yourselves. You embarrassed me." I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "What good are you if you can’t even handle this?" Emilio lowered his head further. "Boss… we’re sorry." I scoffed. "Sorry?" My hands curled into fists. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with sorry?" Neither of them had an answer. "Who took him?" I demanded. "Who had the balls to come into my territory and steal from me?"

he shouted trembling as his eyes darted everywhere for any escape route but there was none, especially not with the number of eyes on him. "Listen here and listen very closely, Bun," Eden growled, still keeping a, somewhat, straight face. "There are bosses that I know are ruthless. Absolutely and completely. If you just stole or embezzled money, I would have been fine with it. "I would only take them from your monthly pay. Hell, I know you stole from that group solely so that a fight would break out between us and I don't care about that. "As I said, it was getting pretty dull around here." Eden looked at the man, eyes wide as the green seemed to glow slightly. "But you crossed the line when

Reuben couldn't believe his eyes, "Could it be a robbery?" Madden kicked him, "What are you saying? The boss is the kind of person who loves to snatch things. He wouldn't even bother picking up money from the ground! Boss, you better tell us quickly, did you steal this check?" "What nonsense are you talking!" Reuben couldn't help but punch Madden. "With our boss's character and intelligence, do we really need to steal someone else's things?" The girl had an outstanding appearance, with a fair and beautiful face that was whiter than snow. Her eyes were filled with an intriguing light. After they finished fooling around, she said slowly, "You'll know when you go to withdraw. Help me write down

Just then— A black Maybach slowly pulled up and stopped beside them. The driver’s window slid down. Theron looked at Scarlett. “Get in.” “Okay.” She nodded, then turned to Howard. “Handle the rest.” With that, she got into the car and left. Howard stood frozen on the spot. Their boss… was really getting taken away. He pulled out his phone and typed into the War Kings group chat. [Bad news! Our boss is about to be stolen!] Luther: [Which pretty boy did it?! I’ll kill him!]

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

I took a deep breath as I prepared to drop the climax of my story. “She mentioned something about girls that sleep with their bosses for money." The moment I said the words, he sat up from under me, making me sit up as well. "She did what?" “And that's not all," my eyes met the puzzled, worried look he gave me. “She had given me orange juice earlier, waiting until I was taking a sip before she said what she said,” I rambled with so much disgust, not taking my eyes off his. "And then when I choked, she and the other maids laughed at me.”

He had seen black cards a few times, but this was a special type he hadn’t set eyes on before. “She got it from her boss!” Vanessa suddenly declared when Maddie remained silent. “Her boss gave it to her to go pay off a loan,” she continued. “And by the way, you guys have no right to hold onto the card!” “Yes, we do. This card appears to be stolen,” the man said, raising an eyebrow. “And who’s your boss, miss?” “Maybe we could call him to confirm,” he added with a smirk. The cashier, who was adjusting her clothes, smiled brightly, pleased that the manager was doing exactly what she wanted.

"No offense. You’ve still got the whole ‘sexy mob boss’ vibe going strong." Without a word, I let him go and stepped back. He straightened his shirt, grinning like he'd just won a prize. "So," Adrien said, brushing invisible dust from his shoulder. "What’s the plan, boss man? You gonna chop off a finger? Lock me in a dungeon? Feed me to your pet shark?" I stared at him blankly. "You’re here because daddy dearest owes me." Adrien’s smile faded slightly. But not because he was scared.

he whispered and pulled her up from the ground. He led her back to the room and sat her down on the bed. "I know you don't remember me so let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Miguel soon to be the boss of the Black mafia and you are my one way ticket through that door. I'll give you one minute to completely hand yourself over to me or I'm going to start killing everyone you love, no more beating around the corner," he whispered with a serious face. Siana looked into his face trying to crack the joke behind his words but she found nothing. He was being serious. The room was quite as his vicious eyes tore through her.