The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

“Because of?”

“I don’t owe you an explanation.” Insisted.

“Except you do. And I’m not going to give in to your request unless you give me a good reason to do so.”

“Please…” I found myself pleading.

“No.” He replied. “If it’s about someone from your past, then you have to tell me who and why.” I watched him turn to his glass instantly. His gaze focused and I sighed.

“You know already, don’t you?”

He shrugged. “The more reason I’m not giving in.”

“You can’t win this one Hollis. My mind is made up.”

“Let’s see how it goes dear wife. Cheers.” He tapped my empty glass with his half filled own.

We finished with dinner and headed out to our car. I stood close to the curb waiting for Hollis to reverse the car and a man came to my side.

“Hey.” He giggled annoyingly. “Are you stranded, do you need help or something?”

“Hi,” I flashed a smile. “Oh no I’m fine. Just waiting for my husband.” I politely replied and even pointed to the car.

But unfortunately, his gaze didn’t follow my hand. He was looking at something else. My fucking breast and was getting overly excited. I was disgusted.

“I’m Kennedy.” He stretched out his hands.

“I’m married.” I replied ignoring his outstretched hands.

In a flash, he pulled my arm, urging me to face him and I slapped him. I may have taken a few glasses of wine, but I was still sober enough to know how to use my hands and legs if the need arises.

Kennedy froze for a second and tried yanking my arm. I dodged his hand and gave him two more slaps on each cheek. Infuriated, he lunged towards me and I ducked his body cursing under my breath and praying he doesn’t get his hands on my three thousand dollars gown because that would fuckin piss me off.

“I will make sure you pay for being a nuisance.” I heard him shout from behind me and I found that amusing.

I turned to him and was looking for a safe place to keep my purse so that I could teach the fool a very hard lesson but alas, my husband had grabbed the collar of his stupid shirt.

“Uhh, hubby got you, end of the road for you man.” I winced feigning worry.

Since I couldn’t teach the poor man a hard lesson, I was pleased to have Hollis do that in my stead, besides he was a much better teacher and Mr. poor-Kennedy had it coming anyway.

I am a married woman, I belong to someone now. I winced again at the thought but it was true. My heart leaped with joy when Hollis slammed Kennedy’s face on the seat built beside the curb. People panicked and fled the streets.

The security manning the restaurant came to lead me to the car that was parked just at the curb. Before I went with them, I walked over to Hollis and tapped his shoulder gently.

“A minute is okay Hollis. Let’s not ruin the man. I’ll be in the car.” He nodded just before I left.

From the car window, I watched the man I got married to, teach a disrespectful man a hard lesson on how not to treat a lady. It was a tough one.

People walked by with the I-don’t-care-attitude from fear or respect, I wasn’t sure. But either of them was equally effective. And judging by the frenzy display Hollis was exhibiting, I knew none of the people from this community would dare interfere.

I watched with keen interest as he slammed the man’s head down the chair for the fifth time and he showed no sign of slowing down. But I believed he would, pretty soon. Let’s just hope the man would be recognizable enough when his one minute elapses.

When it became obvious he might kill the man before time, I climbed down from the car and went to him. His eyes were bloodshot as he released a blow to the man’s ribs. Blood was gushing. But instead of being sick or scared, I was relaxed and happy that I had a defender and I could even defend myself even if it’s just for a couple of minutes.

Does that make me a bad person or bloodthirsty? I had no fucking idea. But seeing him wild with anger that I was disrespected made me horny and needy.

“That’s enough.” I said, but Hollis was not listening to me. I reached for his arm mid air before he could land another strong, steady blow on poor Kennedy. “Let’s go.” I whispered.

Our gaze locked briefly, then he released the man who slumped on the floor like a log of wood. “Keep your damn hands to yourself next time.” He spat and followed me to the car. His arm at the small of my back.

We were soon on our way home, hitting the highway before I knew it. I looked at Hollis, his jaw was clenched and his hand gripped the steering wheel a bit too tight that I could see his knuckle almost white.

“Thank you.” I said and his lips softened.

“You did amazing today. I am so proud of you.” A full course of arousal washed through me again as a result of his praise.

I had no idea why, but it’s been a while anyone stood up for me. And no one has ever praised me while having their gaze filled with lust. I looked at my husband’s hands and I suddenly wanted them on my skin. They were still bloody, and so was a part of his shirt.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I bit my bottom lip as several sexual flashes of what I wanted Hollis to do to me spread across my senses. When I looked at him, he was looking at me. He knew what was going through my mind, he knew I wanted him and thanks to God, we got home almost immediately.

Hollis opened the car door and scooped me up in bridal style. The next minute he was climbing the stairs and I don’t remember the whole details, but I do recall that immediately we stepped foot into the living room, I grabbed his neck and sucked on his lips, diving into a deep kiss I’d never thought I wanted.

The best part, he kissed me right back with the same speed, intensity and virility. We were both aroused and hot for each other.