The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

Ugo frowned. I felt her body twitch in anger, and I tapped her gently on the lap below the table. “It’s nice seeing you again.” My wife said instead and faked a smile.

I was about to let out a sigh of relief when I realized she wasn’t done talking. “Aside from being a good wife, I do spend my time doing a lot. And history has it that I don’t take too kindly to being talked down on. The last person that tried it is still at the hospital.”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

The room fell quiet. My father’s lips twitched into a smile and my Mom took a long gulp of her juice. Carloz swallowed whatever he had in his throat before replying.

“Of course, duly noted.” He responded.

“He was only paying you a compliment. But it’s obvious you’re too defensive to understand that.” Britney, my cousin said out of nowhere. “And what’s wrong with being told that you’re enjoying your husband’s money? Isn’t that the purpose of marriage, or do you think you’re too big for that?” She asked as she drank her wine while the servants brought her food.

“Nothing,” Ugo said, glaring at Britney. “Nothing at all, especially when you do nothing else other than make yourself look pretty and shop.” Maxine smiled at me.

Ugo was going to set the room on fire and we all know that. I said nothing, simply cutting into my steak.

“You think you’re better than me?” Britney snapped, causing Ugo to laugh and me to stuff my mouth with meat.

“Barbie, I know I’m better than you,” Ugo said, sipping her red wine. “I am the standard and my body is pure and original, none of it is made in China.”

It took all my might not to laugh, but Cordelia did, and so did my uncles and most of the people seated in the room, aside from Carloz and Britney’s brother and Mom, both of whom kept telling her to keep shut.

I did grin like a fool, and in the corner of my eye, I could see my father smiling as well behind his glass.

“You bitch,” Britney spat, rising from her seat.

Glaring over at her, I met her brother’s eyes. “Control your sister, Gusto or else she will need new parts,” I warned.

Britney turned to me and immediately stumbled to her seat. “I’m sorry.” She said and sat back down. “I don’t know what came over me.” She apologized.

“Are we done?” Nana asked, making the whole room fall into absolute silence. “I’m glad you spat out the whole venom you’ve been holding inside you, Britney. Now, I believe your heart has been purged of all the hatred in it. And for your sake, I pray it is, because this is the last time you’ll be permitted to speak to my daughter in such a manner.”

“No one is allowed to speak to my son’s wife condescendingly ever again. I’m glad we’re having dinner together as a family. If you have your grievance, you should speak to me or my wife about it. I’d like to know if I’m understood.”

Everyone nodded, including the stupid Carloz. I held onto my wife’s hand under the table and ate with my left hand instead. I wanted to reassure her that my family wasn’t always crazy. But they can be sometimes.

Ugo rubbed my hand with her fingers. Her silent way of telling me that she understood and my heart swam with absolute joy. Then we heard the sudden sound of loud gunshots from outside.

It happened so fast that I pulled Ugo up and pushed her behind me before Carloz could direct his gun to her. Maxine and Castello were fast enough to kick the gun out of his hold.

A loud sound of slap sounded in the room; I knew who it was from and who was on the receiving end. My father had slapped Carloz. “Max, your brother needs you.” My father’s voice sounded.

I was almost outside the dining room door with my wife flung over my shoulder when I heard Maxine shout. “No, this way.”

I turned and followed his direction. We exited down the narrow hallway we usually used while we were kids. Bursting out to my father’s study, we moved one of the bookshelves and stepped into a walkway that led to one of the underground rooms no one else knew about aside from my immediate family.

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UGO’S POV

It happened too quickly. One minute, I was fuming at Britney, and the next minute, Hollis pushed me up from the chair and threw me behind him with a gun pointed straight at us.

I was shaking in fear as I hid behind my husband. Then he turned and flung me over his shoulder. For the next few minutes, we were walking down a narrow passage. We came to a study and Maxine pushed a shelf aside, opening up a hidden passage that I could swear no one would have thought existed.

I was still fidgeting when Hollis put me down. My gaze shot to his face and I noticed his jaw was tight. He pulled out a gun from his pants and pushed it to me. “Here,” he said. “Nobody knows about this place and nobody would dare come here. But in case it turns out different.” He pushed the gun closer.

“No. You need it,” I said, shaking my head.

Even though I’ve had several shooting lessons, I still can’t claim to be super comfortable with guns. Sure, I’ve improved with my range and targets, thanks to Maxine. But I’ve always been thankful that I would never use one in reality.

“Ugo, you need to take this. Seat on the floor, behind any of the chairs. Stay away from the doors. And if anyone comes in that isn’t me, my parents, Castello or Maxine, shoot them, got it?” He asked in a commanding voice.

“Your shooting is still good right?” He asked for confirmation.

“Y-yes,” I said, nodding a little frantically, the surge of adrenaline was making my insides shaky.

“Good. Now go down behind the chair. Don’t you dare hesitate to use the gun if you need to? And, Baby, if anyone gets in here past me and the other people I mentioned, you need to use it, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Behind the chair.” He demanded, his voice taking a softer tone. “Now,” he added, his tone firmer because he knew he needed to get out there, had to see what was going on.

“Okay,” I agreed, and broke into a little run, hiding behind one of the chairs.

I overheard him closing the door. Time slows down when one is scared. It is one of nature’s cruel jokes, I guess. It drags out the suspense and the uncertainty, giving your body a chance to really get worked up. And mine did.