The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

“Are you going to tell me why you fought someone today?” Hollis asked me.

We were already done at the club and were in the car heading back to the Garden. Nero was driving, while we were comfortably seated, with a privacy demarcation already in place between us and Nero.

“I didn’t fight anyone,” I replied.

“Oh, you didn’t? So, what was it then? You beat someone to a stupor. Does that sound better?”

“She asked for it,” I replied in defense. “She disrespected me and talked down at me because she’s your goddamn fuck-mate.”

“Was. She was. And I ended things already with her. I would never tolerate anyone disrespecting my wife. You should have told me instead of picking a fight.”

“I can take care of myself. I don’t need to run to you with complaints that are nothing.”

Hollis laughed softly. “You are so rebellious. You do know that you gave her a cut on the nose, right?”

“I had no idea,” I replied honestly.

“You shouldn’t go around fighting people…”

“Says someone that battered a man’s face because of a woman.” I interrupted.

He burst into laughter. “Because of my wife.” He corrected me. “Not just any woman. I think you’ve had enough of that training with Maxine at the Dojo. I shouldn’t have let you start in the first place.”

“So you think you have the right to tell me what to do and what not to do because we’re tied to this thing called marriage?”

He kissed my cheek and smiled. “You look cute when pissed. But yeah, I don’t just think so, that’s actually what’s going to happen.”

I wanted to say something. But the kiss left some sweet, tingling sensation on my cheeks. Since I didn’t trust my voice to come out clear enough, I kept quiet.

“We’re visiting my parents tomorrow. They’re proposing a family dinner. I’ve tried making excuses for us, but they won’t hear it.”

“It’s fine,” I said. I wanted to see Nana and Cordelia anyway. Plus, I could do with a little change of environment.

He stretched out his hand and took mine in it. Then he flashed me a smile. “What am I going to do with you?”

I shrugged and told him. “Let me know when you think of something.”

……….

HOLLIS

My beautiful wife stalked up to me, slowly giving me that cute stare. We were at the Genovese villa, in my old room that had been kept exactly as I left it as a young boy.

Nothing had been changed and everywhere was sparkly neat. I pulled open my wardrobe and saw all of my old clothes, neatly folded with no speck of dust anywhere. The housekeepers were doing a great job and I was impressed.

From the corners of my eyes, I watched Ugo angle closer toward me. I must admit I seem to be rubbing off on her the wrong way, actually. Because how the hell did she manage to beat a fellow woman to a stupor all by herself?

A fierce Queen for a fierce Boss. It would have sounded so perfect if there was no possibility of her leaving me ever. Even though I’ve been working so hard to have her for keeps, it’s wise to always keep it at the back of my mind that she might still want to leave after our agreement.

“So what’s the plan, are we here just for dinner with your family?” Ugo asked, taking a seat on the old king-size bed that my parents got for me when I turned twelve.

Playing down memory lane, I couldn’t help but wonder how the bed had served for some many years, yet still as good as new. I stepped away from my wardrobe and turned to her.

“You look stunning,” I said to her.

“This is the same outfit I wore from the Garden. I haven’t changed a thing about my look since we got here.” She said, smiling beautifully.

“I know.” I nodded. “I wanted to remind you of how good you look.” She blushed and turned her face to the side. “Yes, we’re having dinner and I’ll discuss a few things with my Father. Then we’ll go back home.” I added.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

But she shook her head, “It doesn’t look like Nana is going to let us go home today.” She told me. “She’s already filled my ears with endless stories and suggested we pick up after lunch.”

“Do you want us to spend the night then?” I asked her.

She shrugged. “That won’t be such a bad idea.”

This woman… She really has me on a leash. I’d do anything she wants, because why not. I don’t even have a choice.

“How about having dinner with the whole family? Is that going to be easy for you?”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” she said and spread her lips in a thin line.

She stood up and walked over to me, swaying her hips gently and taking her time like we had the whole day. Hell, we do! She held my gaze and lifted her dress, slightly. Then she pulled her pant over her legs, and handed it over to me.

‘Fuck me sideways’!

I must be on another planet because what the hell is happening? I caught the pant and squeezed it tightly, hoping the muscle strain would help keep me calm. But no, it did nothing of that sort.

“There you go.” She said, “Now, you’re going to have to sit through dinner thinking about how I have nothing under this dress, about how you could easily slip your hand underneath it and reach in me.”

“Mmmm,” I groaned painfully.

“But…” She shook her head and turned her back to me, giving me a good view of her ass, knowing how wild my imagination was running at the moment.

“I think I will sit opposite you during dinner.” She started backing away.

I quickly felt like I’d been awakened by cold water from the very short distance she managed to put between us. And the fact that all the blood in my body was rushing to another part of my anatomy didn’t help matters. ‘Damn her’!