The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

UGO I took in the orderliness of the little room that had always served as my safe space for the longest time. All my childhood memories were still intact, almost as I had left them. My mother had taken it upon herself to preserve all the good memories, making sure not to alter the shape of the room and the position of things as I left them. I tried recalling the last time I visited Lilycity. It's been well over two years. Fairview had found a way to draw me into its tight grasp and sapped me off all my free time. I sighed, recalling my mother's tears at the airport when she came to pick me up. I was initially skeptical that she would be the one to pick me up, but then she somehow managed to convince me with my father's support that she has recovered perfectly since her intestinal surgery. "Poor woman." I murmured regrettably. Pulling my hair into a tight bun, I sat down on the only chair in my room, took in the beauty of the modest-looking room and smiled. What my room lacked in

With a stiff neck, I scanned my surroundings. there wasn’t much to decipher. I was in a small room, lit only by the bedside lamp that was on the table next to the bed. There was an armchair with a rose velvet cushion in one corner. The walls were bland and frameless. After waiting for another bout of nausea to pass, I went to the window, holding on to the small table as support for my shaky frame. Outside, the sunsetting sky was of resilient palettes of shady hues, and I was peering over the shadows of endless rooftops. Wherever I was, it was high above a city, at least twenty stories high. Down below, a yellow cab was waiting at a red light on an otherwise empty street. I couldn’t decide if I was still in Lilycity. I thought I had a fair recognition of the clock tower that stood at the center of the city square, but it was too distant and I was too tired to be sure. My hand pressed against the glass. I closed my eyes until the dizziness passed, then slowly and painfully moved to

I was awakened by the distant sound of the television. Immediately I opened my eyes, I saw Maxine cropped up on a chair at the end of the room. "Welcome back to the land of the living," he muttered. "Where are we?" I croaked, sitting up on the bed and surveying the empty room that had only a bed and a television. Maxine stretched his arms, and sighed. "Home, The Garden." "Thank God." I sighed, before realizing what he meant. "You mean your home is referred to as The Garden?" "Mhmm." He hummed. "Gross." I spat out. "It's a good name." He stood up. "Hollis totally owe me for this." He murmured and left the room, not even saying a goodbye or any other word. My throat felt raw, and my body, emotionally exhausted. I could feel dark isolation seeping through the room like deep depression. I just wanted to go home, to go shopping, boat cruises, clubhouses and the courtroom. I wanted my life back. But even I know I couldn't. Not with the continuous attempt on my life and

I moved past the bed to the far end of the room and saw an explicit and carefully painted image of Einstein. Perfect and looking original. That alone was proof that Hollis was a lover of art. Everything about the painting was soothing to my spirit. Done with a general survey of the bedroom, I walked over to the bathroom. A low groan of satisfaction shot through me because it was the bathroom of my dreams with its glass shower enclosure with multiple shower heads as well as a bathtub at one end. The sleek design, modern looking accessories and perfect lighting made me gasp in appraisal. The interior decorator deserves everything beautiful. The thoughtful ensemble all came together to give the space a sexy look. A look that I haven't even seen in movies before. The oval moss-green bath tub was to the side of the space. Same as the double sink vanities. Even the sinks themselves and the toilet were the same color as the bathtub. Everything looked so perfect, enchanting and invit

"What about the victim's husband?""Dead.""His lover that you spoke about?""Dead.""This Frick of a guy.""He'll be dead soon.""God, he deserves it for putting me in this mess. I were just a pawn in his stupid game.""I'll make sure to squeeze out an apology from him before killing him. Do you want that?"Surprisingly, I nodded before recollecting what my nod meant. "I....... I don't mean it like......""You'll have it Ugo. Anything you wish. Don't feel sorry about a thing. You want something, own up to it. Now sit on the bed." I pulled myself up on the bed hurriedly. "So what now?" My voice was low, all that anger thrown a thousand miles away."Do you still think I did the wrong thing having you here with me?" He waited.I shook my head, "I don't know.""That's a better answer." He said. "I know you still have more questions, but I think we've had enough for today." I honestly agreed with him. I've had enough for one day. One more revelation from him, and I might just loose my f