The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

See, I’d lived a relatively safe life. Being born as an only child to loving parents. Get the best of education, pursuing my dreams of becoming a lawyer. My life before now was bliss. But then Hollis happened. Even though I had been initially upset with everything that happened in the beginning.

Presently, I can’t imagine myself living without him anymore. I was suddenly kicking myself for spending the last couple of months being pissy, distant and playing silly games when I really should have been spending it trying to get to know more about him and the Genovese Family that I was now a part of for a while.

Right now, there is a possibility of losing him to a gunfight out there, and I am super terrified.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

‘What if he doesn’t come back for me’? ‘What if I lose him to a gunfight’?

So many what it’s running through my head. The fear of losing Hollis made me teary. All this while, he’s been nothing but kind to me, and I’ve been pissy and irritable instead of reciprocating his kindness and getting to know and understand what he has to face every day.

What threats he might face as a Boss, how often they could be expected to take place, and what the risks were to me now that I was married to him. But even this particular one looked personal. A gun was pointed at me. If Hollis hadn’t pushed me behind him when he did, maybe I would have been dead by now.

He was willing to take a bullet for me. “My god” I gasped.

And all I’ve been doing all this while was shopping and creating a nuisance everywhere while trying to provoke the hell out of my husband.

‘Smart. Really smart.’

And now there might very well be a serious threat, and I was hiding away in this underground living room like it was any sort of protection against an invader bent on hurting the Genovese Family. Maybe because of me.

I looked at the gun in my trembling hands, I was terrified! Hollis had ordered me to use it as long as it was necessary. But even if I did, even if I killed one guy who shows up to hurt me, what were the chances that I could get away.

I mean, like Hollis said, if anyone showed up other than him and his immediate family, I needed to shoot my way out. So, if they get past Hollis, that means he’s dead or taken. As would his guards, and immediate family.

So even if I killed the one guy, there would be others. A low whimper escaped me. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t seem to keep it in, either.

I’d been scared the first time I got attacked at Fairview. But the fear I felt back then, paled in comparison to the fear that was gripping my system as I lay behind a chair with my mind running away with me.

If something happened to Hollis and his family, even if I managed to get away from the infiltrators, I would be all alone in a city and environment I know nothing about, with no friends or family nearby. My cell phone was in our room and I had no idea how safe it would be to even go back there. I have no cash on me nor cards.

Maybe I will have to run to the police. But I had no idea where that was. I had a vague memory of passing it while running errands with Castello over the last couple of days, but I won’t be able to retrace the streets in my head.

If I survive this, I am going to demand for a map of the whole city and to have Maxine and Castello show me around the area until I could commit some important places to memory. I placed the gun down on the floor right at my side, and dried my sweaty palms on my dress before reaching for it again.

It felt like it was taking entirely too much time for Hollis to come back to me. Worst still I was in an underground living room, so I was hearing absolutely nothing from the outside.

But then, I heard a horrific sound. Gunshots. The steady pop-pop-pop followed by an eerie silence. I sounded too close to my hide out. Someone was coming this way, and more terror set in.

Barely a few minutes later, I heard footsteps approaching. My stomach twisted into a painful knot, and my breath seemed to shake through my chest as I pinned my body so tight to the floor, terrified of being seen.

If the approaching footsteps belong to Hollis, he would be calling for me, right? That way he’ll ensure that I won’t shoot him when he comes in, right?

Who the hell is going to offer me an answer? ‘Shit. Shit shit shiiiiitttttt!’

The door to the living room swung open. I was pretty sure my entire body was shaking violently at this point before I heard the opening and closing of drawers.

‘Drawers. Were they looking for something?’

What the hell would Hollis keep in the drawers? Well, I guess, it was a place most people wouldn’t look. So the infiltrator is looking there. If an infiltrator is in this room, then it means that Hollis and his immediate family are either dead or incapacitated.

And we are going to go ahead and pretend that the thought of that didn’t make my stomach twist painfully, hard enough that my free hand moved there, pressing against my belly like I could rub away the ache. I didn’t have time to analyze that right this moment, though.

I heard a door open and a splash of water. Maybe the infiltrator doesn’t even know that I’m in here.

If something had happened to Hollis and his brothers and his parents and his men, that was out of my hands. What was in my hands, though, was my own life. And I was going to do whatever it took to make it out of this situation. If that meant shooting my way out. Whatever it took.

I’ve been through just enough shit beyond my will. I would be damned if I endured anything else. Decision made, I rose slowly, silently. Taking a slow, deep breath that burned through my chest, I raised my arm, aimed the gun and took slow steady walks toward the sound of the rushing water.