BIG BOSS 1

Hello once again people i am here with my new book, if you haven't read my previous book , check it out  and all the old books are completed., 

Second book - Greatest regret (it on soulmate)

Third book-  Rich jerk innocent bride.(it on billionaire man and poor girl setting)

And this one on  (Mafia) .

enjoy 

It was a dark grey day in Rome, Italy it was raining heavily that night, the atmosphere was mournful but not a single tear escaped from the man's eyes ,who was standing  in-front of the grave gripping his fist , his eyes bloodshot red , he just stood there staring at  .

“Boss we should go now its not safe to be out her—” *bang*

His eyes; a well of jet-black ink, held a gaze more fearsome than a tiger. A thin paper cigarette hung from his bottom lip, a small trail of smoke escaping from the corner of his mouth danced its way to the ceiling above us. In one hand a gun lay loosely, his finger gently pressed against the trigger sending a bullet millimetre to the man’s head with a bang that echoed throughout the hill. His eyebrow raised in amusement at everyone's reaction; nothing, not a flinch, not a single damn thing.

He again looked at the grave

The man fell down, eyes wide open ,his body pale , his eyes show fear of sudden death.

People around stalled due to the sudden outbreak of their boss. Each and everyone present there wearing black clothes. There were 49 men’s standing at the back of the big boss.

BIG BOSS

All he knew was the pain, the pain that was killing him inside, burning each part of his body Regret and the fire burning inside him to take revenge was over powering his body and he desperately needed to take it out of him. He wanted to put the whole world on fire and watch it burn till it turns into ashes before his eyes.

“Clean the mess”

His voice was damn calm but there was that type of threat in his eyes and voice that made everyone gulp. But immediately followed the commendation.

He took one last look at the grave and wore the black sunglasses and  walked away toward his black car.

The guards follow him behind. Talking a deep breath he sat  in his car closing his eyes.

Looking at him no one can say that the man just came back from his wife and 2 months old son's funeral . The biggest pain he is feeling in his heart but the blank expression mask he is wearing on his face, hiding the most painful heart ache, just because he is the biggest mafia boss of Italy . He is not allowed to show his emotions , they make a man week.

This is what his father taught him since childhood.

Glaring at the driver  he spoke  “VIPER”

Wild and restless nights were not uncommon in the whirlwind of a reckless and impulsive lifestyle. Filled to the brim with drugs and alcohol, the club Viper was an all-night-long party. Scantily clad women would dance to their hearts' delight on the circular stage in the centre of the room, surrounded by onlookers of awestruck men and jealous women, both equally as drunk and flustered as the other. A dimly lit booth giving the perfect view of both the dancers and the rest of the club was situated on a platform away from the general public and directly opposite the bar. Usually home to a group of           Mafia mens – all of them equally dangerous and handsome – and whichever lucky few women had been chosen for the night, the booth was where everyone wanted to be. Just to the right of the booth was a large wooden door which nobody, except those who were honoured enough to be sitting in the booth, knew what was behind. Many thought it was the cellar, where they kept barrels of booze. Others secretly believed that it kept something a lot more sinister hidden. Little did they know, they were right. Viper was not only the most prestigious club in the city but was also the hub of all things dark and violent. Its owner is more reckless than what was probably humanly sane and its consumers unknowing to what they pay for, or rather who. Nobody outside of his blood-coated bubble knew what he was really capable of. To any regular onlooker or party goer he was just like any other charismatic and mysterious club owner – comfortably drunk, very flirty but has high standards and an arse to put it lightly. However, being lethal with a knife and fuelled by pyromania, to those that knew him he was much, much worse. This cold-blooded killer knows not of love, only of lust and hate – the fuel to the fire which makes him unstoppable. Never before has he failed in devouring his prey, much to the world’s unfortunate fate. Many have tried to turn him away from his life of crime but none have lived long enough to succeed.

Yet life as a mafia boss wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. Yes, he had innumerable wealth and more girls aching for his attention than he cared for but he was haunted. Haunted by those he had killed. Those he had were cared for. Those he hated. Those he knew nothing about. Those that were mere collateral damage. It didn't matter. He would always be consumed by what he had done. But it was too late to go back now. With every person he killed, he fell deeper into Wonderland - a twisted Wonderland aglow with flames and doused in blood. Constantly having a target on your back causes a state of paranoia that many mistake for insanity. ETHAN ROYAL

was many things: a pyromaniac, a murder, a snake, but insane was not one of them. His men were loyal, probably out of fear but none of that mattered. All that did matter was making sure his empire was strong. And strong it was. With a seemingly impenetrable wall of armed men by his side, none of them afraid of putting a bullet between someone's eyes when necessary, how could it not be? All of their attacks and deals were carefully calculated and had yet to go wrong. Of course, he had his enemies that had tried to take his crown of knives - too many to count - but who doesn't?

He lived a less than perfect life, but he was rich and feared so he was happy. Well, as happy as a man in his profession could be. Not living a "normal" life had never bothered him before. To be completely honest he hadn't thought about it at all. Why would he? He was basically royalty in his own right - a king without a queen ruling over a twisted kingdom with a sadistic love of chaos and destruction. Would his murderous ways that he had held onto for so long eventually cause his own downfall? Probably. Would it stop him from falling in love? Maybe. Would it stop him from truly living? Never.  

Everything changed when he fell in love.  He fell  deep in love with one innocent girl  ROSE .

An innocent girl who changed his heart and made him dream about his future , family ,children who brought candles to light up  his dark heart .

Today the candles were extinguished by the cold air. Today Rose took all the hope of love and happiness with her and made his heart empty again. 

The Monster is back in him, the monster inside his heart is back , and he will not stop till he kill each and every person involve in death of his family .

Today he took a oath to never love again Never .