Novelas y relatos de The Boss' Keeper

a The Boss had asked all his team leaders to search for Amelthia in every corner of this town if not here then search the city but bring Amelthia to her no matter how. Boss was standing by the window clenching his jaw and closing his fists tightly causing his knuckles to turn white. Everything was going against what he thought. After getting the new information about how the Russian brothers have told Chief about their hideouts, he wanted to choke them to death for betrayal.

The followers he has. Those who had fate in him and those who love him. Those who believe he will keep them safe, away from the evil Russian Mafia Boss. When Maximo saw Alessio and Emma alighted, his heart somehow gladden and he swallowed hard. He however composed himself just as always and only lifted up his head high. He turn to the doorway when the door opens and they comes in. Alessio stopped abruptly in the doorway and Emma gasp in shock at the boss's presence. " Boss! " She exclaimed weakly in disbelief. She never expected him to be back fully on his feet.

Everyone wants to keep me safe, because I'm their boss. “Boss, a phone call,” one of my guards said as he approached me with a phone, sighing because he interrupted my happy moment. I asked, “who's it?” “Miss Mika Amore,” I exhaled tiredly, “what does she want?” “She didn't say. She wants to speak with you,” he said standing right next to me, Releasing a loud breath I stretched my hands out as he dropped my phone on it. He still stood there like he was waiting for something,

~~~ {"Do you have a fucking lose nut up there?"} {"Boss would never follow a little eighteen year old girl around because he gives some shit about her or anything. All he can do is keep her as a fuck toy just as she had naively given herself to Chase fucking Romano. She’s boss' leverage to escape Romano's wrath also for murdering her grandmother and also, to use it and get back at him. Either way, it’s a win win situation for us"}

How could Jack and his boss be interested in the same project? I knew Williams Wood, the dreaded boss, was not someone to be trifled with. He always got whatever he wanted, and this was no exception. He's the boss of a notorious mafia group, and no one dares to cross him—not even me. But I was deeply wounded. Never before had I had to go up against the boss himself, but this time, I needed a strategy to get him out of the way. I really needed that contract and would do whatever was within my power to secure it secretly.

“No, of course not.” “Then what the hell is my new screensaver?” I demand to know. I almost stomp my phone like Natalie had at the pool but manage to hold back. I shove my newly fixed phone toward my boss, breathing heavily with frustration. There he is, on my screen, looking like one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen. “How’d that get there?” He asks with mock sincerity. My boss examines it, going, “hmm,” every ten or so seconds as he stares into the soul of my phone. What’s going on here?

“They told me to watch you. Where you go, what you do, whatever you find out. And report if you got too close.” My pulse hammered. All my suspicions were right. But now obviously, they knew I was digging. “Who is ‘they’?” I demanded. “I.. I don’t know.” I pressed my knee to this throat and repeated the question. “I don’t know his name.” His voice cracked. “We just call him boss. And he works with one much larger wolf at the East Ridge.” My stomach dropped. “East?” “Yes. He’s like a leader there. He coordinates the movements. You gotta believe me.”

Two large bodyguards stood outside, smoking and whispering. "Boss is in a rush, huh? Just played Russian Roulette and he's already fucking." "He's got a lot of adrenaline. Good thing he sent the Donna away." "If you ask me, the wife is a dead fish in bed. Why else would the Boss look elsewhere?" "The one inside is a real whore. Think the Boss will let us get a taste when he's done with her?" Filthy words. Every syllable was a stab to my heart. I froze in place. I was so cold my blood stopped moving.

I had always loved a good bit of drama. When I heard that a wife had shown up outside our company to confront her husband's mistress, I immediately put the executive meeting on hold and rushed out in my high heels. A middle-aged woman was waving her phone around and screaming, "Where's Jeremy's mistress? Get out here!" Curious, I hurried over. "Ma'am, who are you looking for?" She glared at me. "A homewrecker! I'm looking for Penelope Smith from your company!" I was still trying to figure out who Penelope was when the woman suddenly grabbed my wrist. "Well, look at that! It's you! You're Penelope Smith, aren't you? You're just an intern, and you're already seducing my husband to secure

The silence in the room had echoed louder than the gunshot, and I had turned to the Boss wearing an ever so bored look on her face. “Your rules, Boss,” I had said through gritted teeth, “One lucky shot, winner takes all.” Surely they didn't think I'd kill my Astrid…even though she tried to kill me. Boss had stares frozen for a long second, and I waited for the guard behind me to snap my neck at the mere nod of her head, but she did something else. She burst into a laugh, clapping loudly over her head like she just watched a block buster movie.