The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

“We have a tour to get to.” Hollis said softly and we headed out. Then he muttered in my ear, keeping my body close to his. “Stay away from him. He has his eyes all over you.”

“Stop it.” I scolded gently and tapped his arm.

“I’m serious.” He pouted, a very cute expression that got my heart melting.

I chuckled in response. “But why?” I saw something pass through his face before he settled back into his usual expression. “Is he one of your members?”

“An answer to that would be a breach of contract.”

“Well, I’m your wife. That should automatically make me a member, wouldn’t it?” He smiled and curved his arm. I placed mine in it and saw him nod to my question.

“Yes.” He said.

“What’s his preference, orgies, BJ, cougars, bondage..?” Hollis’s head snaped in my direction. With my arm still hooked to his, he stopped me before we reached the door.

“You can’t just go around asking people what their sexual preferences are.”

“Why not?”

He drew closer to me, hovering over me like a shadow. “Why don’t you listen for once?”

He swore under his breath and I smiled. Wrecking a little havoc here and there. That was exactly what I told Maxine and yes, I’m currently in the process.

“I just don’t want you…” His voice trailed off.

“You don’t want me, what?” We were facing each other now.

“To these people, you’re my wife, all right. I don’t want you getting involved too deeply in any of this shit. So don’t ask people their preferences and don’t flirt with the men. Or women.” He added as an afterthought.

I felt my jaw clench and my shoulders tighten as I glared up at him. “You know I’m an adult, right. And you said this stuff was normal.”

His hand went to the small of my back and I felt it tighten, I could feel the eyes of some of his workers on us at this point. “Will you just listen to me, please. You’re not ready for this, Ugo. I brought you here to show you what has been keeping me away from you for the past couple of weeks, not to immerse you in it.”

At that moment, all I could hear was chastisement by my father or an imaginary elder brother.

“I am your wife, at least that is what the whole world knows.” I whispered. “So, I will immerse myself, my whole body in whatsoever you are involved in, If I so wish. You should know that by now.”

My tone was mild, heavy and direct. Biting out each word with precision before I turned and we resumed towards the door.

Hollis cursed in his native language. “English please.” I shot at him, my eyes still focused on the door.

“You are too damn stubborn.”

“Aww, thank you, hubby.” I said and almost bounced with excitement.

We passed through a lobby area with a tall desk and dark black tiles. Then we entered the main room, which reminded me of a dance club. A stage was at the front, and a team of guys were working on the tallest stripper pole I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

Along the sides of the room were doors and two hallway entrances, one on either side of the stage. There was also a second floor with a wraparound balcony that lets those above look down at the club below.

I couldn’t stop looking at everything, trying to imagine what would go on here at night and what all the rooms are for and what is down those hallways.

“Boss.”

A young gentleman shook Hollis ‘s hand. “Ma’am.” He bowed, turning to me.

He kept his eyes on my face and not my breasts like Jason from outside. I nodded my consent, basking in the closeness of my husband’s rigid body.

“Derek, how is the arrangement going?”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Perfect sir.” Derek replied.

He had a warm smile, showing his teeth as he smiled. With honey brown hair and a clean-shaven face, he had the look of someone who does a lot of business, the looks like a salesman.

“Derek is one of our salesmen,” Hollis told me.

“All right.”

“Someone wants to see you.” Derek told my husband. “Don Pedro.” He spelled out.

“It’s my fuckin honeymoon. Why would he come here? He turned to me, and asked. “Would you be able to stay by yourself if I spent a few minutes with my father’s friend?”

I nodded. He kissed my forehead and gave Derek a stern look before walking away. I knew what that look entailed ‘stay with her’

Once he turned to the door, I walked across the open space, my shoes echoed with each step. Derek followed behind like a second part of my body. In silence and utmost quiet.

I headed down a hallway that led toward the back of the building, and he followed, but at a distance. There were guards at the beginning of the hallway, but they all made way for me to pass. I soon realized that this wasn’t just a regular hallway.

It was broad with doors on each side and large windows. As I passed the rooms, I took a peek in, they were all beautiful furnished. Four poster beds, sofas, some had red drapes and blindfolds hung freely in some of them.

Each of the rooms were about the size of a bedroom, and I found myself gulping down my nerves. ‘Do they let people go into these rooms?’ I wondered and froze, peering into one.

The walls were painted a deep blue and it had a couch pushed to the edge, then one large chair that was raised on a dais with brown decorative embellishments framing the red velvet seat that was placed at the other end of the wall.

“Is that…” I said to myself, or at least I thought it was to myself.

A warm voice that was neither Hollis’s nor Derek’s finished my sentence as he approached me from behind. “A throne,” the stranger answered plainly.

I quickly spun around and stared at another gorgeous man. ‘Does this place breed cute men or what?’