Stolen By The Boss Novels & Stories

Hmm, he just messed up with the wrong mad woman. I should be more vigilant because of the fact that he has already gotten something from me that I recklessly gave him; the chance that he asked, my trust, my body, my dignity, and all other things from me. And, I swear he can never have those again. It's just that that dream about us all means a lot. Well, even if it's just a dream, I do believe that there is a possibility that it would happen. Just like what I have seen about the shipwreck. It came true. He could be just thinking of me as the one he can lean on because we are all alone on this island. That he can just go, beg, and lie, then he can make me do what he wants. But thankfully, he

I shouted, clutching the front of the shirt I was wearing tightly, as if holding my shattered heart in my fingers. "It's nothing like that." Cassian roared, running his hands through his hair. "How is it not? What else could it be? What other motive would drive you to do all that, to keep me with you all this time knowing who I really am?" "You're not that naive, little squirrel." He cupped my chin, making me look directly at him. "I'm the fucking Boss of London. I'm not some kid who kidnaps a woman because he doesn't have the ability to win her over."

Decide what you want! He opened the door and stepped out. I sigh in deep relief. The cleaners came in to clean the mess on the floor. I stepped outside the room, quickly looked around and saw no one was present. I tiptoed and walked towards the main door leading outside the mansion. A hand grabbed me from behind hugging me and pinning me to the wall. He turned me around and a dark, fierce face stared back right into my eyes. How dare you make my Boss cry? He asked.

And I had been resistant to him from the start. She stepped back, her hands now wrapped tightly around the coffee mug, the warmth clearly offering little comfort. “He’s not just calling you back to work,” she said after a moment. “He’s calling you back under his thumb. Into his orbit. That’s what he does—pulls people close so he can choke them without ever lifting a hand.” I let her words hang in the air for a moment, then met her gaze. “I’ll keep my head down. This isn’t a fight I want.”

I yelled, and only after the words came out did I realize I just made a terrible fucking mistake. Yup. This was it. Goodbye big girl job. “It was my first and last time stealing,” I sighed apologetically. “I’m sorry.” “For which part? For stealing from me or for leaving me?” The raw emotion in his voice threw me off unexpectedly. He took one step forward and though his eyes still retained its icy hard look, I detected vulnerability and it fucking surprised me. “Don’t bother answering that,” he said again and I was grateful for it because I didn’t know the answer to his surprising question. “I’m not going to fire you.”

"I don’t run this city because I’m lucky, amore. I run it because I own it. Every street, every deal, every cop they think they can buy—I own them all." I swallowed hard. "Even the ones who fight back?" I challenged. Alessandro smirked, his fingers grazing my jaw just briefly before he stepped back, his expression unreadable. "Especially them." A knock at the door broke the moment. One of his men entered, his face tense. "Boss. We have a problem." Alessandro exhaled, the momentary softness in his eyes vanishing instantly. He glanced at me once more before turning away. "Stay here."

Bella’s POV My gaze moved to the big boss and I caught his lecherous stares on me, he didn’t bother to hide it as he licked his lips provocatively. My instincts were to watch Klaus reaction but I didn’t, there’s no point in letting hope cloud my heart so I took my seat beside Klaus and not a moment too soon the big boss spoke. “Now here’s a deal I’d like to make. Give her to me and I’d consider your request”

The Big Four who heard the shuffling of feet at the door way, raised their heads to behold their new company. "Another traitor, huh?" Steven mocked as he eyed a Thogg whose face had been battered and whose body was now covered in bruises. "Yes boss" Ace replied "What's his offense?" "I caught him stealing these" Ace threw some bags of crack on the floor "The fuck, man. You're stealing my drugs?" Steven asked taking slow steps towards him "I'm really sorry, Boss. I really never meant to" "But you already did, so don't give me that flimsy excuse. Fucking save it for the marines"

“Let’s see if you keep this little innocent act up when they cuff you.” The blood drained from my face. “No, please, boss - there’s been a mistake!” I dropped to my knees, hands clasped. “I swear, I haven’t done anything! Please! I have never for once touched what is not mine.” "Oh, my fucking God," he said under his breath, his anger simmering dangerously. "You're still lying?!!" I didn't know why he was insisting I stole his money. But I couldn't say yes. I couldn't agree because I was not the one. I knew I wouldn't take his money. I didn't take it!

I dropped two of them in seconds, one to the throat, one clean through the forehead. We ran, storming through deeper until I found a room. Lucky for us, the boss was there, a fat grin on his stupid scarred face. I put a bullet in his shoulder before he could even blink. He howled and stumbled back. “I've been expecting you," he said, as he tried to find his balance, his hand holding his shoulder. “You're lucky that bullet is all I shot at you. Next time you won't steal from me," I said to him as I watched him growl in pain.