The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

I saw my phones, iPad and laptop placed on the bed and I almost leaped with joy. ‘A man who listens to his wife!’

I giggled excitedly and thought of thanking him, but as always, the crazy genie in me asked me not to. They all belong to me anyway. And if he didn’t force me into this arrangement, there wouldn’t be any reason to separate me from my phones.

Strolling down to the breakfast table, I caught Hollis and Castello having a quiet conversation. The both of them smiled when they saw me. “Good morning, our Queen.” Castello greeted.

I flashed him a cute smile. “Good morning Castello, did you sleep well?”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“I did.” He nodded. “The weather here is far better than what I was subjected to in Milan for almost a year.”

“Posso passare solo una settimana a Milano.” I said, flaunting my fair knowledge of Italian.

“Veramente?” He asked, his eyes lightening up with excitement. Maybe he was intrigued to find out that I could handle Italian fairly.

“Si.” I replied truthfully. The last time I visited Milan was a couple of years ago and I’ve never spent more than six days in the city. As refreshing and fun as visiting the city was, I didn’t find it fun each time I visited, especially during the early months of the year.

“Quando e stata l’ultima volta che hai visitato Milano?” That was Hollis, with a painful questioning stare.

I shrugged. “A couple of years ago.”

“Who did you go with?”

I eyed him for a few seconds before looking away. Sitting down comfortably, I pulled the pack of cereal on the table closer and poured some into an empty bowl I found there.

“Tell me,” he requested.

“No one you know.” I said in response, while pouring milk into my bowl of cereal.

Castello smiled and pushed a spoon of the already-made cereal in his plate into his mouth, while watching us in silence.

From under my lashes, I watched as Hollis tightened his grip on the dining table. “You’re a real pain, you know that.”

“Thank you, if you mean that as a compliment.”

Castello giggled, but shut his mouth immediately Hollis threw him a murderous glare. “I’ll just…. I’ll see myself out.” He stood up and took his plate to the sink. A few seconds later, he was done and was heading out of the room “Have fun today.” I called after him and he gave me a thumbs up just before he shut yhe door.

I turned to Hollis. “You’re going to watch me eat and not touch any of yours?”

“Have a problem with that?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Not really. It’s just that I hate soggy cereals.” I replied, frowning. “They soaked up all the water and instantly loose that taste and slight crunch.”

He didn’t say a word, he just kept staring, making me feel unsettled, and hot, and shy, and…. sexually starved! Shifting uncomfortably, I scouted for something to say, to tone-down the awkwardness in the room

“Do you have a safe room or something of that sort here? I believe houses like yours have such things, do you?” I struggled with a topic to leverage on.

“I do.” Hollis replied and bent over. He pushed on something under the dining table and one of the marble tiled walls of the kitchen slid open, making me gasp in awe.

“It’s an underground cellar. Haven’t gotten the opportunity to use it yet. There has never been an attack on any of my properties since the last ten years.”

I don’t know what he saw, maybe something on my face betrayed me, I’m not sure. But he smiled heartily. “Disappointed you might have to wait longer before someone actually attempts killing me?” He asked and that annoying brow rose again, for god’s fuckin sake.

I swallowed my cereal and watched him grin. “So how did you get my laptop and iPad?” I changed the topic, refusing the urge to strangle him

His smile froze briefly. He pressed whatever it was that was under the table and closed the underground cellar, displaying magnificent and innocent-looking tiled walls once more.

“What do you think?”

“I’m not thinking of anything.”

“I reached out to your mum. She made them available.”

“Did you see my father?” My voice had a little crack.

Hollis nodded, “but he didn’t want to speak to me. I tried.”

“When was this?” I know it couldn’t have been this morning or last night, even.

“Yesterday, in the afternoon.” He replied

“Jesus Christ! Hollis, are you nuts? ”

“What do you mean?” He leaned on the dining table.

“You hurt my father. Your approach to things was terrible. There would have been better ways to sort these things out. But the way you went about it…”

“I didn’t do anything.” Hollis insisted.

“You didn’t set my father up?” I asked, biting off the bitter sound of that. What did he mean by he didn’t do anything, hearing him say that made me feel insulted. “You mean to say you didn’t…”

“What should I have done then? I wanted to see him, to speak to him… He didn’t come for the wedding and it made you sad.” He let out in frustration.

“He’s not going to listen or even give you a tiny bit of audience just like that. He’s got pride. Maybe you should let me go with you some other time. It might work better when he sees me.”

I watched him shift a bit, a proof that he wasn’t too comfortable with my proposal, yet he wouldn’t rule it out. “What do you plan for fun today?” He asked, changing the topic.

I shrugged. “I’ll reach out to some old friends today. Speak to my colleagues at work, my annual leave will soon be exhausted. I need to let them know that I’ll be taking more time.” I pinched my nose, trying to imagine what my Boss would make of my sudden decision.

“I reached out to them, already.” Hollis’s replied, surprising me.

“You did?”

“Yes.”

“And what did you say to them?”

He started placing the cereal box and milk at their right spots, in the cabinet. “I sent them an official mail from one of my companies. I’ll share a copy of the mail with you.”

“What did the mail say?.”

“You’ll see.” Turning away from the kitchen cabinet, he faced me. “I have an idea for fun and games, if you’re up for it.” He announced.