The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

I gently pushed the door open only to find freaking Hollis flicking off the water. My gaze slid to his hands, watching as blood swirled off of them and into the sink, getting diluted to pink before it slid down the drain.

He must have seen a movement in the mirror or simply sensed me there because his head turned toward me, eyes dark and intense.

“Good girl,” he said, nodding at the gun pointed at him. “You do what you gotta do,” he added, looking back down at his hands as he scrubbed at the blood.

“You were just going to let me lay on that floor, sick to my stomach that I was going to be raped and murdered while you washed your hands?” I hissed, lowering the gun to my side, realizing I was somehow shaking harder than I’d been behind the chair when I was scared for my life.

Hollis ignored that as he left the water on, but brought his hands to his shirt, flicking the buttons open. I felt an involuntary spasm of anticipation before he was shrugging off his shirt, tossing it to the side, and I realized what was more pressing than him telling me I was safe before washing off.

There was a bullet wound in his side. “Oh, my God,” I gasped, momentarily frozen as I stared at the wound. “Oh my God,” I hissed, my gaze shot up to his face, finding his gaze on me.

“It’s nothing serious, Baby. There’s another bathroom opposite this one. Take a bath and change into some clean clothes. You’ll find some in a wardrobe in the bedroom. The bedroom is the door to the right. Then you can get to bed.”

“You must be kidding me. It’s nothing serious?” I queried, waving a hand toward his body. “A bullet hole in your body is not fine. You need to go to the hospital.”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

“No hospital, Ugo. This is nothing, believe me. Hospitals will give rise to questions that we can’t answer right now.”

“Someone attacked your family home. That’s not in any way a tough answer.”

“My family home, Ugo, where we have cellars that we pack drugs and have them shipped across the country. Committing federal crimes,” he reminded me.

“B-but but don’t you have, I don’t know, doctors that work for you. Like the one that attended to me back then?” I asked, putting the gun down, feeling a little queasy as my gaze slid down to the wound again.

“Look who’s becoming such an expert.” He said, smiling and shaking his head.

“How are you so calm right now? You have a bullet wound in your body, Hollis.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve been shot,” he told me, shrugging it off as though past experience with pain meant he couldn’t possibly be in pain currently.

“That doesn’t stop you from hurting,” I insisted.

“Worried about me, Baby?” He asked with a devilish smirk toying at his lips.

“More worried than I’ve ever been my whole life,” I grumbled to myself, forgetting that Hollis had the hearing of a dog.

“I took a bullet protecting you tonight, Ugo,” he told me in a low voice.

“You took a bullet to protect yourself, your family, and your drug empire,” I shot back at him.

I guess whatever control he had over himself to stay so calm snapped at that moment, because he stormed across the space between us, paying absolutely no mind to the wound in his torso that had to be killing him. Coming right up to me, and grabbing the back of my neck hard, almost yanking me up against him.

“I am willing to take a bullet for you and I know you know that much. So, make no mistake,” he growled in a voice that had no right to be sexy when it was so clearly pissed at me.

“I protect what is mine, Ugo. And you are mine.”

“I’m not your fucking posse-” I didn’t get to finish that sentence.

Because I suddenly found myself yanked firmly against him as his lips crashed down on mine. Powerful, needy, persuasive and coaxing, his lips brushed into mine as his fingers kept my head in place.

And what did I do? Absolutely nothing. My traitorous body sang at the contact. A damn shudder moved through me at the feel of my soft curves crushing against his firm lines. A low whimper escaped me, a sound that had Hollis’s hand softening on the back of my head.

The urgency of his kiss softened as well, but only a bit, going from being persuasive to passionate as he bent my head backwards, and pressed his lips over mine again and again until my whole body flooded with desire, hummed with the need for more of him.

Hollis’s teeth gently nipped my lower lip, asking, demanding entrance. With no choice, I granted it to him, and his tongue slipped inside to claim mine.

‘Claimed’.

That is the exact word because that was exactly how I felt at that moment. It felt like every bit of my desire, every inch of my body, belonged to him. I lifted my arm and slid one hand behind his neck, holding on as his lips pressed over mine.

His hand left the back of my neck, and slipped down my spine, sinking into my ass, his grip remained firm and possessive, sending a jolt of desire between my thighs. A moan moved through me as my back arched, pressing my breasts more firmly against him, a move that had a growl ripping through Hollis’s chest as he turned us and walked me backwards until my legs slammed into the bathroom counter.

His greedy hands roamed up my stomach, grabbing my breasts through my dress. Feeling my nipples turn into hard pebbles at his touch, he rolled them between his thumb and forefingers until I was whimpering and arching into his hands.

On an impatient growl, his hands left me, and went under my dress, pulling my bare skin.

“I still have your thong, right here in my pocket. And I believe I was an absolute good boy today.”

His lips broke from mine long enough for him to lean down and grab the backs of my knees, lifting me off my feet and dropping my ass down on the cold bathroom counter.