The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

UGO

Hollis turned his bare back to me. The strong back was crisscrossed with scars. Old scars, faded to nearly his sikin tone with age. What the hell had happened to him.

There was a tattoo on his upper arm that I spotted as he started to turn back to face me, but I couldn’t quite make out what it was. Then, well, then there was the whole front of him to see. I knew he was strongly built, but I don’t think I was fully prepared for just how well built he was under that black suit of his. This was my first ever time to have a slow, up-close and careful look at his body.

Taking it all in. He had a lean build, but his six-pack brick steel body was some thing that could make any woman cry for joy. And the best part of it, his Adonis belt, the one and only feature I see in a man and I’ll desire to eat ice cream off his body. That deeply-etched V that disappears into the waistband of his pants, that was the kind of thing that graced the covers of men’s fitness magazines.

I didn’t want to be impressed by his body, but there was no mistaking the sheer perfection of it. “Like what you see, baby?” Hollis asked, making my stomach drop at being caught looking.

“What is that tattoo?” I asked, trying to sound casual, unimpressed. “Is it new?”

Hollis’s other arm lifted, rubbing over the tattoo. He nodded. “It’s new. It’s a cross with roots and branches.”

“A cross with roots and branches.” I repeated. “I thought Boss’s have absolutely nothing to do with certain signs like the cross. I mean…..”

“You’d be surprised Ugo. I’m an ardent Christian, the type that is actively active in my church. Projects, supports, charity, you name it.”

“Ah!” I exclaimed. “Maybe I’m the one that didn’t get the picture initially. It’s no news that most crime lords cover their evil with lots of good deeds. They are the most supportive humans.”

“In some cases, yes. Some are just givers, naturally.”

“So, you peddle drugs, kill people and then go to church and splash the blood money on impoverished people.” I stated.

“Ugh, now when you say it like that, it sounds too creepy. I peddle drugs to people that are in dire need if it, yes. And maybe I put a bullet or two in the skull of some unfortunate people. But I don’t kill for fun. However, I’ll never hesitate to slit the throat of anyone in my way. I don’t allow insurbodination either. Neither do I permit any of my men spending time with my fiancee.” He said, calm, and casual, Yet clearly stating in summary the things he wouldn’t take from anyone.

“Alessia snitched on me?”

“There are cameras on this property. I know and see what happens in here.”

I swallowed. “Hugh was keeping me company and he’s a great guy.”

Hollis sort of froze, startling me. I shut my mouth immediately and watched him.

“You know his name already? Hugh is it?”

“Don’t do anything stupid, Hollis.”

“And If I do?” He arched his damn brows again, for god’s sake. “He’s a mere guard. You can’t be seen with him Ugo. He’s my worker and as such is your worker as well. You will live to your name and expectations, even if you have to fake it.”

Before I could say anything else, he was undoing his pants and letting them drop down his legs, leaving him in nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs. My gaze slid away, not wanting to be caught looking at that particular part of his body. He might get the wrong idea. I didn’t want that.

He disappeared into the closet doors and reappeared a few seconds later, holding a black box.

“You’ll need to put this on.” He said, holding out the box.

“What is this?” I asked, immediately suspicious.

“What does it look like.”

“I don’t want it.”

“That’s too bad,” he said, flipping the top open. “You will have to wear this, Ugo. By tomorrow, the news that I have a fiancee would have travelled round the whole family. We’ll have to meet my parents sooner than I planned.” He told me as it dawned on me that I’ve messed things up with that stupid act of mine.

I looked at the shiny object in the box and shook my head, “I said I don’t want it,” I tried again, now looking down on the bed.

The gorgeous ring was a clear symbol of my imprisonment, of his indirect ownership of me. I didn’t want to accept it, but then I got myself into this crazy situation and the part of me that had always loved unique jewelry was also a little fluttery at what Hollis was holding out to me.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“What time did you have to plan this, how come you have a ring waiting. Is this your plan all along.”

“No, the ring is an heirloom. it’s been sitting in the closet since my twenty second birthday.” He explained.

This got me on edge even more. “Isn’t that too much, giving me something of such sentimental value, that has been in your family for generations.”

He didn’t answer, instead he placed the box on the bedside drawer on his part of the bed and started pulling the ring out. “It’s been passed down through generations. And I was told that It symbolizes love, commitment, and tradition. It was crafted from pure, lustrous gold. So, it’s not just a piece of jewelry, it’s a cherished symbol of family history, love, and devotion.”

The way he said those words, made me realize how precious that ring was to him and the fact that I’m the only woman he’s ever given the ring to, created a tight knot in my stomach. I looked at the gorgeous piece, it was too beautiful.

The band of the ring was delicately engraved with intricate filigree patterns and embellished with small, sparkling diamonds that shimmer and catch the light with every movement. The design was both classic and unique, combining traditional craftsmanship with a touch of modern flair. I was in love with the piece. At the center of the ring sat a stunning, brilliant-cut diamond, held in place by prongs that were meticulously crafted to showcase the diamond’s beauty and brilliance.

When I tried looking at the ring from another angle that is not too appreciative, I saw the piece as a symbol of the uncertain bond between myself and Hollis. And there was the fact that the ring could mean an attachment to him for life.

“You will still let me go after a year, right?”

He nodded. “It’s a deal.”

He snatched the ring out of the box, opened it, and moved over to my side of the bed. Taking my left finger, he pushed the cute ring into my ring finger. It was so perfect and too beautiful.

“I said I don’t want it.” I whined one last time.

“And I said too fucking bad!”