The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

“How did you find out?” I turned to Castello with the question because I was certain he made the discovery.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Cordelia,” Castello replied, walking over to take a seat opposite Maxine. “She likes Reina. So she’s trying to look out for her.”

My phone beeped. I realized that I didn’t really know when Ugo ended her call. But the notification on my phone showed that she was heading outside with her phone.

“You’ll pay a visit to Father tomorrow and spend a couple of days with them,” I told Maxine.

“You want me to tell him?” Maxine asked.

I shook my head.” Carloz will be dead in a second if you do that. I want to know what he’s gotten himself entangled with and who he’s working with. Killing him will prevent me from getting names. Your presence there is to tell me what Carloz is up to. Meanwhile, how is Ugo coming up with her training?”

Maxine nodded, “she’s good.”

“Castel, you’ll take over her training for a couple of days. I’ll be away from tomorrow. Maxine will join you at some point. But if not, then bring her over for the Club’s exclusive night, I’ll meet you there. You might need to grow an extra pair of eyes and a mountain of patience while dealing with my wife. She can be a handful…”

“And an amazing human.” Maxine interrupted. “I can’t believe you’re sending me away for days. I’m going to miss her.”

“Castel will raise suspicious eyes if I send him. Sadly, you’re the perfect man for the job.” My phone beeped again, Ugo was almost at the entrance of the house. “Boys, go make a quick dinner. I’ll be right up in a bit. There are cupcakes in the fridge for my wife.”

I told them and started rushing off, but not too quickly, as I overheard Maxine telling Castello how much he loved what Ugo does to me and the fact that I can’t help myself when it comes to her.

I would have stayed to offer my own line of defense, but I needed to be sure my wife was okay. After hearing that Carloz is after her, anything can be possible.

Imagine my shock when I walked up to her, asking one of my men to come have cupcakes with her.

‘Does it mean that she sees me as a statue? Why the hell does she keep choosing other people and items instead of me?’

The idiot was lucky he didn’t accept the offer. I wanted so desperately to tell her that I would eat cupcakes with her later just to spite the fool, but he hurried away immediately when he saw me, as he should.

While we headed upstairs for dinner, my thoughts kept drifting back to what I just discovered about old Carloz. Seems the man has little to no value for his life because I’ll definitely have his head soon.

That part is non-negotiable. Once I confirm the authenticity of the news and the people involved in it, they’ll all be gone. Uncle or not.

UGO

After dinner, the men left for whichever room they had been in before now. But that was after Hollis explained to me that he had an important meeting to attend with Maxine tomorrow and he would need to do some necessary stuff related to work afterwards.

In summary, my husband would be away from the house for almost a week, but what he offered as a form of consolation was calling me every day and having Maxine check on me on alternate days. But that was before he made sure that I would be comfortable with Castello.

I wanted to go with him, wherever he was going. But I knew that would be me being super clingy, and it wasn’t a nice thing to show to a man like Hollis; he’d immediately think he got me, hook, line and sinker. And he hasn’t, has he?

Of course not. Besides, I was supposed to still be mad at him for what he did to me back in the closet. For what I let him do to me rather. Who am I kidding?

When night came, I arranged throw pillows on the long sofa in the living room and lay on them. I should have gone to the bed, but I didn’t feel like it. Especially, since Hollis wasn’t back upstairs yet. And the absolute truth was there too, I am horny. Who wouldn’t be while living with a god like Hollis?

I soon drifted into sleep. But instead of sleeping peacefully, what did I do? I dreamed of him of course. The hot, chaotic, sweaty and erotic kind of dream. It was so wild that I felt the wetness in my panties.

Then I felt hands grabbing me, leaving me to wake up with a gasp and a soft moan, only to find myself being lifted up in Hollis’s arms yet again.

“Dreaming about me?” He whispered as he cradled me to his chest.

“Of course not,” I replied, but felt one of his fingers slip from my bum to my panties, all thanks to this crazy ass-gown I had on.

“That’s not what I thought when I heard you moan as I stepped into the room, and that’s not what I just felt with my fingers.” He said.

Embarrassed but unwilling to let him see that. I clasped my thighs and charged at him verbally. “Put me down.”

“No,” he casually replied, still holding me to him. “Stubborn ass.” He mumbled.

“Put. me. down, Hollis.” I demanded in a sharp voice, placing emphasis on each word and wriggling my body forcefully, hoping that would give him the hint, get him annoyed and force him to put me on my feet.

But no, it didn’t. I already suspected that It won’t. Who am I kidding? This is Hollis we’re talking about. In his massive body and arms, I was nothing but a little child throwing tantrums.

“I’ve told you before, you’ll sleep on my bed.” He told me as he carried me into our bedroom.

The living chairs aren’t meant for sleeping. Maybe during the day, I wouldn’t mind. But never at night and while I’m at home.”

“Bold of you to think that I would want to sleep in the same bed with you after what happened in the closet.”