The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

I understood him. The argument I wanted to raise died on my lips as I stared up at him and nodded. He really had to go there, didn’t he? And for what, because he saw me with not just some man but his cousin.

“Let’s go see the other parts of the building. There’s an underground part of the club.” Hollis said, pulling me alongside him.

When we got to the door, he waited for me to fall in step. Then his hand returned to that comforting place at the small of my back. He nudged me gently out the door and down the hallway. We saw Derek at a reasonable distance when we passed.

But this time around, I kept my eyes forward instead of letting them trail into the various open rooms we passed on our way out.

We quarreled nonstop when we got back to the resort. I didn’t think I did anything wrong back at the club, nor did I agree that I’ll be ordered around and told what to do and what not to do.

Hollis refused that I would be responsible for making the sole decision of what I want and what I do not want. He insisted that he would decide what was good for me and approve the people I mingle with. Since it was his world, he knew better.

But stubborn me refused to give him the grace. What the hell is he protecting a twenty-seven year old adult from.

I refused to bend, Hollis refused to bend. Two alpha humans merged together in a funny thing called marriage. What the hell was I expecting?

We didn’t speak to each other after the arguments and I literally folded my clothes from the wardrobe together and created a barricade between us to prevent me from rolling over to his side of the bed.

By morning, I insisted that I’ve had enough of the stupid-ass honeymoon and since he won’t let me quit, I’d love to go back to the Garden. At least over there, I had Alessia on standby to cheer me up and Maxine to help with my training.

I’d expected this man to refuse and indirectly plead that I stay. But hell no! At 11:55am, we were in the back seat of the Range Rover, heading back home, to the Garden.

Two stupid people deceiving each other, that was what we were.

I had expected Alessia to show some sort of shock at my arrival at the Garden. But the girl was smiling like she had expected my presence way earlier. We didn’t pack any of our stuff, but I figured they would eventually bring them back for us.

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HOLLIS

I still don’t know who deceived me into thinking Ugo would be someone I could manage. She was not an everyday type of woman. She is determined, fierce and very vocal.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Not the type you can squeeze into a space and she’ll stay right there with a sweet smile just to please you.

Once we got to the Garden, I regretted everything that transpired between us last night. I should have pleaded and we would have been settled by now. But I was just as hard-headed as she was.

When we got home, she stumped into our bedroom, ignoring me and even Alessia that I thought she was so fond of.

Sadly, I had already booked a table for two in one of the restaurants in town as a way of announcing my wife to everyone that was yet to hear or believe the news.

The dinner date was to be held tomorrow and I knew I ought to tell her about it now, today. But I was worried she would refuse blatantly.

So, I stayed away from our bedroom most part of the day, even during dinner. A delay tactics I was employing to wean her off the anger before speaking to her about dinner. When I finally went inside and told her about it, I got the exact answer I was expecting.

“That would be a no for me,” Ugo told me.

“Why?” I went ahead to ask.

“For many number of reasons,” she said, rubbing on some soft, feminine smelling lotion as she sat off the side of the bed, her back to me.

I almost swore under my breath when I finally caught a glimpse of what this woman chose to wear to bed. I bought the gown, but I had no idea it would fit the way it did.

‘Is there really anything this woman wore that doesn’t look good on her?’

Her back was covered with see-through lace embroidery that glided over her body. Something about the white color of it went really well with her tinted hair and dark skin.

“Tell me.” I urged, leaning against the bathroom door jam.

“Okay, you should have told me earlier.”

“But that’s exactly what I’m doing.” I argued.

“What was that?” She asked, turning to face me with raised brows, daring me to repeat what I said.

“Nothing. But I’m already informing you a day before. Isn’t that enough?”

“And I said I am not going.” She hammered. And with that, she whipped up the blankets, climbed under, and turned off the light.

“Goddammit.” I muttered.

I wasn’t surprised, I’ve always known she would stress the living daylights out of me. I can’t exactly be pissed when she tosses all that sass at me, can I?

Sighing, I made my way into the bathroom. Taking one last look at her lacey back, my cock twitched, hardening at the thought of running my hands through her skin.

On a sigh, I reached down for my cock, stroking away the idea of possibly fucking my wife who was just one room away. But I might as well imagine her being across the country or the world since she would rather torment me than have my hands on her.

It was going to be a long fucking marriage and I just have to brace myself for the incoming chaos. Sometime in the middle of the night, she finally rolled onto me with a soft, mewling sleep sound, then let out a little sigh as she wiggled into place, liking me more in sleep than she did while awake.

I realized that while she wasn’t happy with the situation, and despite the wreck she was causing already, I was satisfied with the choices I made. Eventually, she would be my wife in every way that mattered. I just had to be patient. And patience was a selling point of mine.