Alle Kapitel von The Badass Mafia Boss Queen : Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

‘Poor thing? Did this woman, whoever the hell she is, refer to me as a poor thing?’ “U.U,” Maxine called, interrupting my thoughts as he walked up to us. He gave me a hug, and shook hands with Castello, ignoring the blond, who was staring at him, all smiles. “Maxine,” the blond called. “Surely, I’m not that invincible.” She giggled. Maxine nodded and turned to her. “Henri, It’s nice to see you again.” He said in a clipped tone. ‘Henri!’ The name struck me. She must be the one, the Henrietta Hollis had been speaking to days ago. ‘you must be kidding me’ Henri turned to Castello, then to me. “Mrs. Genovese,” she called in such a comical voice. “Pretty great to meet you in person.” She added, in a mocking tone and stretched forth her hand for a handshake. I stared at her stretched hand and shook my head. “Go fuck yourself,” I told her and started walking away. Castello followed me right behind, pushing his arms behin

He was still holding me in place, so we were both watching the threesome taking place. "This is your Club, Mrs. Genovese." He replied, caressing my finger. "It feels so strange to watch." I whispered again. "They are putting up all that show to impress you. They want you to watch." His deep velvet voice warmed me right back up. We stood in silence for a moment, watching the show while my body kept humming with arousal. "Doesn't it feel liberating to know that that you can do whatever you want to do in here, and no one can see you?" My lips parted and I tried to force in a breath, even though my chest felt like it was weighing a ton. My body had tumed into a ticking bomb, ready to explode, and i wanted to scream with the intense needi was feeling Hollis's body was hard against mine and he was still holding me around my waist. In the dark room, the man standing behind the throne moved to the front and the lady sitting on the throne stood up. Her short flared skirt flew down, cover

"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

Ugo frowned. I felt her body twitch in anger, and I tapped her gently on the lap below the table. "It's nice seeing you again." My wife said instead and faked a smile. I was about to let out a sigh of relief when I realized she wasn't done talking. "Aside from being a good wife, I do spend my time doing a lot. And history has it that I don't take too kindly to being talked down on. The last person that tried it is still at the hospital." The room fell quiet. My father's lips twitched into a smile and my Mom took a long gulp of her juice. Carloz swallowed whatever he had in his throat before replying. "Of course, duly noted." He responded. "He was only paying you a compliment. But it's obvious you're too defensive to understand that." Britney, my cousin said out of nowhere. "And what's wrong with being told that you're enjoying your husband's money? Isn't that the purpose of marriage, or do you think you're too big for that?" She asked as she drank her wine while the servants br

I gently pushed the door open only to find freaking Hollis flicking off the water. My gaze slid to his hands, watching as blood swirled off of them and into the sink, getting diluted to pink before it slid down the drain. He must have seen a movement in the mirror or simply sensed me there because his head turned toward me, eyes dark and intense. "Good girl," he said, nodding at the gun pointed at him. "You do what you gotta do," he added, looking back down at his hands as he scrubbed at the blood. "You were just going to let me lay on that floor, sick to my stomach that I was going to be raped and murdered while you washed your hands?" I hissed, lowering the gun to my side, realizing I was somehow shaking harder than I’d been behind the chair when I was scared for my life. Hollis ignored that as he left the water on, but brought his hands to his shirt, flicking the buttons open. I felt an involuntary spasm of anticipation before he was shrugging off his shi