The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

Ending the call, I moved over to take a seat. There was a flaw in my wife’s plan, her shopping spree didn’t get to me. Instead, I liked that she was willing to do that. I appreciated her spirit. I even admired her fearlessness in doing something that no one else would feel safe doing.

It had been worth every penny she spent when I saw her walk into that restaurant in a dress that hugged her body at the right places. I literally drank her up with my eyes feasting deliciously on her perfect body. And so did every other man in the restaurant.

It was fine by me to have other men admire my possession. I didn’t mind if they looked, if they admired what was mine, if they envied me. I wanted them to envy me, to have blue balls while thinking of my double-barrel-of-perfection-wife. As long as they don’t touch her, we’re good. Their imaginations were free to run wild.

The rage I felt seeing another man touch my woman was insane. It was familiar, because I’ve always had a temper. But then there was something else, an unfamiliar feeling that was attached to it, possessiveness.

I’ve never felt quite as possessive as I had at that moment. I would have killed that man if I wasn’t stopped. Good riddance to him. But I was never that out of control, I should watch it, or not.

“What in God!” Rocco exclaimed when he entered my living room.

I shrugged. ‘Look what I got myself into, Rocco.’ The silent voice in my head said.

I heard a faint sound of water splashing on the tile floor, and I knew my wife was taking a shower. It took a lot of self control not to imagine her up there, stripping out of that dress, taking off her bra, sliding out of her panties, and stepping under that spray.

“Fuck.” I muttered. Rocco gave me a questioning look and I shook my head in response. “I might strangle Don Pedro’s daughter if she doesn’t get off my back.” I said to him.

Apparently, I would have been getting laid right now if not for the intrusive son-of-a… No, daughter-of-a… What am I even saying? I was going to battle with blue balls again tonight, all thanks to that witch. I sighed, realizing that It was going to be more difficult than I realized to wait for Ugo to get to this point again. She would get to this point again, definitely. But how was I going to remain sane until then?

Maybe I shouldn’t have brought her to my house or worst still married her, someone I was so fucking attracted to. I mean the woman had me hard and desperate as a teenage boy whenever she climbed over me in her sleep. I was always ready to bust by the time she woke up and realized what had happened.

Worst of all, I couldn’t cheat. Not with the Catholic background I grew up in. And the type of parents I have. As tough as Dominico Genovese was, he did set a good example for his children on the issue of marriage.

The word, ‘love’ and the sentence, ‘for better and for worse’ meant everything to him. Then there was the bible that preaches against adultery. Hell, it preaches against a lot of other things too, but I’ve picked the ones I wish to abide by.

So when it comes to settling down, getting married, and starting a family, that means I had to be loyal to my wife, regardless if our sex life existed or not. It meant that I wouldn’t scream at her or beat her.

“Do you need me to handle Miss Elsa Boss?” Rocco’s voice brought me back.

“I swear, I will strangle her if I meet her in person.”

“I’ll sort it out. If we let you handle it, you might incur more trouble.”

I laughed at Rocco’s honesty. Because, there was no lie in what he said.

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UGO

I may have sounded like some jealous, wounded Bitch yesterday, but I seriously don’t give a fuck. It was best to stomp my foot on certain things I don’t like now, rather than later. Anything I don’t stop now would linger on and it might be hard to put a stop to it later.

My thoughts drifted to the shock on Hollis’s face last night. He seemed confused, sexually frustrated and hot as hell. I was hot for him too, my pulse was literally throbbing all through the night. With a man like Hollis sleeping beside me, bare chested why wouldn’t it. I guess that was why Elsa refused to let him be.

I was married to a gorgeous man who derived joy in showing me off. That was what yesterday was all about, showing his wife off. And I loved the idea of it. It made me feel like I own him as much as he owns me.

We were married, and our marriage isn’t even a secret. Elsa knows, a lot of people know. So, why won’t she just let Hollis be. Or did he tell her? Did he tell her that we were only temporary? I scratched my head lazily. I had my doubts. Hollis is all about appearances and impressions. For someone that cares about all of that, he wouldn’t tell a girl he claims not to feel a thing for something of that sort.

But I was mad that she was taking up even a fragment of his time. If she doesn’t want to let him be, maybe I would have to help make it easier for her. Hollis is my man, for now at least and while we are still together, I will get the respect I deserve.

Surprisingly after what transpired between us last night, he was calm and relaxed all through the night while lying on the same bed with me, like a sex god. I had no choice than to remain horny till morning.

While I went through hell to calm my surging arousal, he slept peacefully like a baby.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

For the first time ever, I woke up before him and headed down to the bathroom. But before I could come out, he was already out of the room, making me believe he was enjoying the whole space and privacy thing way more than he should.

I knew what he was trying to do. He wanted to hear me say it. He wanted to hear me say that I want him to stay, that I don’t need the space and privacy anymore. And who is going to say that? ‘It definitely can’t me.’