The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

“You’re going to sit next to me,” I demanded as she walked toward the door.

Unable to help it, my eyes settled on her ass as she swayed. I would have pulled her back, seduced the hell out of her and bang her senseless. But the family dinner can’t wait.

Aside from the fact that the whole family was coming together for dinner, I seriously wanted to be present when my Uncle Carloz arrived in the dining room. So yeah, I have to calm down.

“No, I’m not sitting beside you. What are you going to do about that? Force me?” She giggled and turned around to gauge my reaction, probably.

“If you’re good and I’m in a great mood after dinner, I’ll give you a show later today.” She made me the best promise ever. “If not,” she continued. “Best believe that I’ll sexually frustrate you.” She told me before opening the entrance door, leaving me aching for her.

“This woman is going to kill me,” I muttered, trying my best to remain calm.

She pushed her head through the door with a smile. “How does a strip tease sound?”

“Christ,” I whispered. “I will be a good boy.” I found myself swearing to her.

“Good,” she walked back into the room. Standing right in front of me, she kept her gaze settled on my face.

“I owe you a good show if you keep your word. Now we gotta go.” She took the panties I was still holding on to and pushed it into my pant’s pocket.

“Let’s go.”

The moment we stepped out of the study, Castello was already waiting at the large veranda. Ugo waved at him and walked off towards my mom, who was already coming to get her for whatever reason.

“How long have you been out here?” I asked Castelo.

He smirked. “Not too long. Do I need to toughen up security?”

I shook my head. “It’s just a family dinner. Let’s make it look as harmless as possible. Is he coming, have you confirmed?” I asked.

“Max just gave a confirmation, he’ll be here pretty soon,” Castello replied.

That was good news to me. Maxine had already given me all the information I needed, and whatever we decided to do today, it was certain that my father, whom I’d opened up to about my uncle’s intentions, would never let his brother go free without teaching him a hard lesson not to mess with any of his sons.

“Your wife seems to like it here. She was smiling when the both of you appeared from your room. You should bring her here more often.” Castello teased me and I laughed at such insane belief from him.

“That woman scares and bewilders me all at the same time.” I frowned.

“Bewilder you, I agree to that. But scare you? No fucking way man. But it’s good to see you trying so hard to be a great husband. Never thought you had it in you.” He told me.

“Yeah.” I consented. “Being with her has really been the most challenging thing ever. But, I’m glad to be doing it.” We started walking towards the living room. “She makes me happy. So, why not.”

“You love her?” Castello asked.

“Can’t say I don’t,” I replied. “She’s a lot of work. One minute, she kisses you, and the next, she has a dagger to your throat.”

Castello’s eyes widened at me before he broke out laughing. “Literally?”

“No. But she might pull a dagger if she sees one lying around.”

He laughed even louder. “One day, she may just kill you, Ace, I swear it.”

“One day, she just may.” I sighed.

Truthfully, I wasn’t even sure if Ugo liked me for any other reason than the fact that I was trying to save her life. To her, we are just a couple in a fake union and it shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t going to change her perspective about us… that she would never care.

“So, I’m guessing I’ll be taking her back to the Garden while you handle Carloz the betrayer?”

“Nah. She wants to spend the night here.”

“Told you she loved it here, but you thought I was reaching. Is there something else you’ll need me to do?” He asked, right as we stopped outside the living room door.

I could see it in his eyes, his own bloodlust. Castello wasn’t as much of a killer as myself and Maxine. He had always been, and would always be, the one with the managerial skills. The one that knows the best time to make a business move and the one that can easily get information from anyone without physically assaulting them.

He’s always been the calm one and even when he lost his parents and moved in with us, he never lost his calm. But he was so damn smart when it came to handling businesses. But when it came to Carloz Genovese, a man who once slept with and murdered his girlfriend, Castello wanted blood.

Even though there was no physical proof that Carloz killed the girl, we all knew it was nothing but the truth. He was such a corrupt and power-hungry Don. A character that has caused an everlasting rift between him and my father for as long as I can remember.

“If things get messy with Carloz, you can personally clean it up,” I told him and saw him lighten up.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

He nodded, and the dark look in his eyes disappeared the moment we stepped into the dining room. I walked over to my Ugo, kissing her on the cheek softly. She melted into my embrace. ‘Pretender.’

“Hey, baby,” I said, trying to be polite while being just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Most of the family was present. My parents, brother, a few cousins, two of my uncles, including Morello’s father. There were my Aunts and two of my first cousins. Instead of the usual small dining table, a bigger one that almost went the entire length of the room was set.

Just as myself and Castello settled down, Carloz casually strolled in. He smiled at no one in particular but took his seat beside my father’s immediate younger brother. Being the eldest, my father was seated at the head of the table.

A prayer was said and dinner was served. I tried to focus my attention on Ugo. However, she seemed lost in her own mind. A mind I would give anything to read.

“Ugo chike,” Carloz croaked with that tobacco-ridden voice of his.

He looked directly at my wife and I felt like plucking those pitiful eyes of his from their socket. He is the third son of my late grandparents. But somehow, his careless addiction to drugs, alcohol, and women seems to have made him appear twenty years older than his elder brothers.

“The last time I saw you was on your wedding day. You were looking so skinny. But you look better now. No doubt, the Genovese money looks good on you.” He laughed at his own stupidity.