The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

I stood in the room I share with Hollis, pacing the floor. Confusion streamed through my veins.

It’s been almost two hours since we got back from his family home, and I’d expected him inside the room with me. We needed to talk, to clear out the chaos choking at the edges. To arrive at an agreement, to define where we’re headed at least.

But he halted at the living room and remained there ever since, with Maxine. I could hear their muffled voices from inside our room. Initially I thought he just wanted to offer me the privacy of taking a shower and freshening up. Because that had been our routine since I moved into the room with him.

So I took a quick shower, changed into a lighter, simple outfit and sat waiting for him. After what seemed like an eternity, I gave up and started heading down to the sitting room.

There was something about Hollis Genovese, he is kind, patient, tolerating, accommodating to me at least. And oh, he easily dominates any room he is in. Those were just the few things I picked up while I was with him and he also smelled like Saffron and cinnamon spices, and apples too.

I had taken the time to reflect on his scent, even enjoyed it. On top of that, I enjoyed how he looked up close. The way he flexed his muscles out of habit and cracked his knuckles when he was tense.

I’ve met lots of men before him and many were attractive in some way, shape, or form, and yet none was close to Hollis. Maybe because I’ve not spent more time gazing lustfully at any of these men while they were asleep.

I pushed the bedroom door open and stepped out a bit to watch him as he demonstrated something to Maxine. He was dressed in dark pants paired with a black and green vest with the letter H on the breast.

While I ducked a bit and watched him from my position, taking in his beauty, I was taken aback when he casually looked at me as if he knew I’d be there.

He glared at me, stopping his demonstration before he smirked and brushed through his hair, his sex hair.

“Hey.” I called announcing my presence to the other men in the room, Rocco and Maxine.

“Hey, missing me?” Hollis asked, trying to hide the frown I noted on his face just moments ago.

“I was waiting to speak to you. I figured we need to talk.” I said strolling down.

He nodded. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I’ll be there in a bit.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just… I’ll just keep myself busy with the television.” I turned on the TV even as I was speaking.

Reducing the volume to the barest minimum, I settled on E-news, hoping to see something that would catch my attention. But instead of listening to the voice of the journalist, I was eavesdropping on the ongoing conversation between Hollis and Maxine.

“We settled for your suggestion, but with a little twist.” I heard Hollis say out loud. I turned, and he was looking at me. “I know you’re eavesdropping.” He stated and Maxine chuckled.

Not minding his accusation, I turned off the television and walked over to them in the dining space. “So… when is the flight scheduled to leave?”

“In nineteen days.” Maxine replied.

“We’ll plant some of our men in the flight and have them pass not-so-kind messages to the transporters. We’ve only identified thirty-three of them for now.” Hollis explained. “There may be more.”

“Thirty-three, they’re… too much.”

“Not for a flight that would carry three hundred and seventy four passengers.”

“What if they refuse to comply?”

“Then they are dead.” Maxine replied.

.”Frick doesn’t have time to train most of his transporters. He just instill fear in them and let them carry his stuff. Since his father doesn’t have any region assigned to him anymore, he literally smuggles all his stuff into any region and most times sell them below their market value in a bid to buy trust, support and loyalty.”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

I listened while Maxine looked in horror. Obviously taken aback that I knew that much already.

“So, these transporters will cave when they are extremely scared?”

He shook his head. “They will cave when they are offered their life, a home and a new identity.”

I gasped in awe of how this man thinks. He is smart, rational and his level of thoughts, quite deep and extensive. I loved every bit of it.

“But if the plan fails, then we opt for B, C or D.”

“Does any of the plans involve killing?”

“Yes,” he gave a clipped answer with his jaw tightened. “How good are you with guns, Ugo?” He surprised me with another strange question. But I answered, still.

“Better than Junno Brisk in the popular crime series.”

He nodded. “Perfect. We’ll see how good you are tomorrow.”

It wasn’t until after lunch which I had alone by the way did Hollis finally stepped into the bedroom we share. And, he brought cupcakes.

“A goodwill snack.” He said offering me a bag containing three monster cupcakes.

“Thank you.” I said, excitement tingling on my nerves as I grabbed the paper bag from him.

He stood firm at the entrance, staring at me. “A wedding won’t change a thing.” He said, his voice laced with bouts of reassurance that somehow made me feel relaxed. “We’ll go separate ways once I’m certain you’ll be safe.” He added.

I sighed, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulder. “Your father seem to be the only person that doesn’t want me around you.”

“Yes.”

“And why is that?” I asked.

“You know why, Ugo.”

“So, we’re not having a real wedding, just some make-believe stuff with false certificates, right?”

“We’re having a real wedding, in a real church, with real certificates.”

My mouth fell open. Could this be any more horrifying.

“Surely that can’t be possible. If it’s a real wedding, my parents ought to be present. They have to consent to the wedding. You need my consent, too!”

He arched his brow again, Jesus Christ! And he squeezed his forehead in a frown.

“I’m sorry Ugo, but you have no say in this. You’ve already had your say when you signed…”

“I did not sign that I’ll have a goddamn wedding.”

“You’re a smart lawyer. You read that piece of paper. You know the summary is separation at the end of this whole charade. The lines in-between are all blurred.”

“Don’t fuckin talk to me like I’m a kid. You keep me here all day, I can’t go out, I can’t mingle with the people here. I just sit my ass down and do the same set of things over and over again. I don’t even have a job, I don’t earn any salary…”

“Is that what this is all about? Then consider yourself an employee of mine. You’ll get your salary at the end of each month.”

“Hollis, don’t you get it. I’m bored out of my mind. I don’t even get to see you!”

“You are the one that asked for space and privacy!” He sparked, moving towards me, his face was concocted with pain, anger, I wasn’t sure. “You didn’t want me around, bugging you and I gave you just that. Making sure that I only step into this room when I really needed to. What else do you want?”

“Oh.” I gasped. For a split second, I was speechless, but I continued. “I… I didn’t know. But I never said that, did I?”

His stare was enough answer. I said it, I did. Maybe I’ve forgotten… Of course not, how could I forget. I haven’t forgotten.

“Your parents will come for the wedding, Ugo. I’ll speak to them. You have a few days to get ready for the event. We’re getting married over the weekend.”

I opened my mouth to protest but he shut me up immediately. “You don’t have a say in this, remember. You can tell Alessia to place a call to Nana by tomorrow to fix a day for the wedding shopping or you can go with Alessia if you don’t want my mum.”

He took out a black colored debit card and placed it on the bed. “I’ll be busy with work tonight, don’t wait up.” He said and turned to the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t wait up, Baby.” He replied and left.