The Badass Mafia Boss Queen

“Let’s train.” I told Castello in a calm, numb voice.

He shook his head, opposing the idea. “We can do that tomorrow. Are you hurt?” He asked.

He started coming closer, but I tagged him on the leg and he was quick to block it but missed the blow that landed on his jaw.

“What the fuck!” He yelled and I sunk my ass on the mat, letting out the threatening tears. Castello rushed over to me, ignoring his jaw. “Shhh, it’s okay. Are you hurt?” He asked again.

I shook my head, but continued sobbing. “I want to go home.” I sobbed.

Damn hormones, now look at the mess!

………

The days rolled by. Maxine would visit every now and then and all three of us will chat and play games. They ended up teaching me some poker tricks. Castello was so kind and attentive to my needs. He did everything he could think of to keep me company. Including taking me out for shopping and making sure I was always comfortable.

Eventually, I got a vibrator and on Castello’s insistence, I got a couple of beautiful and overly expensive outfits even though I explained to him that I had too many clothes at home and I could wear them to Hollis’s club for the exclusive night we spoke about.

Each time I recall Castello’s reaction when it was time to pay for my purchase at the Mall, I always find myself giggling. “Tuo marito mi uccidera.” (your husband will kill me). He had said in Italian, laughing so hard.

We had a pretty good laugh about it. The both of us knew Hollis would probably go crazy if he sees me using a vibrator. But none of us said it out loud.

As he promised, Hollis was calling almost six times every day and other times, he would send text messages. Even though we don’t say much to each other during the calls, because I was giving him the cold treatment.

It never stopped him from calling me, neither did it stop me from picking any of his calls. I’ll pick up and we’ll do a crazy silent breathing exercise. Then we’ll ask about each other and that was it.

…

On the day of Hollis’s club exclusive night, Castello came upstairs to pick me up by seven. I was already dressed, waiting for him. I got ready too early, no doubt. That was because Castello reassured me earlier that my dear husband would be at the Club.

Even though I would rather eat grass than than admit it to anyone, I was desperate to see him. I was already in the living room waiting for Castello in a shimmery sapphire and gold ankle length gown that was ripped up to my thigh.

The most gorgeous and expensive dress I’ve ever worn. Alessia and I added a few finishing touches to my makeup and I was all set to go meet ‘my man’.

Castello had on a silk grey shirt and a suit with matching color. In my entire life I’ve never seen such fashion match-up and I can boldly tell you that I would have thought it wasn’t going to be pleasing to the eye. But it was. Castello bodied it like a real Boss .

“Ready?” He asked.

I nodded and pointed to his outfit. “That’s such a daring fit and you pulled it off so well.”

“A compliment from the Queen!” He exclaimed. “Now, I feel really good about this outfit.” He smiled. “You look breathtaking as always. That color looks good on your skin and I don’t know…” He paused. “People are going to ogle. You know that right?”

“That’s a good thing, don’t you think?” I replied and he gifted me with that Genovese men smile.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on your husband.” He replied, extending his hand.

“He’ll get over it.” I told him, slipping my hand into his own.

We were soon outside. Castello helped me into his car. Nero was the only one that had driven me since I arrived at the Garden. Since he wasn’t around, Castello slipped into the driver’s seat and drove us to the club.

We made small talk during the drive, with Castello cracking me up with silly jokes. We soon pulled up to the Valet. There were two parking attendants waiting for us. One of them opened the door for me while I waited for Castello to round the car to stand next to me. He stuck his elbow out and I looped my arm through his.

“Ready?” He asked again. I nodded.

We started strolling toward the entrance door. The moment we passed through the front doors, we were hit by loud music echoing throughout the building. The lobby was a bit dark with minute hazy lights as the source of lightening, making it possible to catch sight of the front desk.

Castello nodded at the woman behind the desk and she greeted us with a warm smile, “Good evening Mr. Castello, and to you too, Mrs. Genovese.”

I smiled as we passed. Castello held out the door that separates the lobby from the main room, open for me. The room wasn’t as crowded as I had anticipated, but I guess that’s what to expect for an exclusive club like this one.

“Oh my god, Castello… it’s so amazing.” I said, holding my hands to my lips, mindful of my makeup.

There was a mini crowd of people around the bar, and a DJ was playing at the stage. Dancers were busy on the poles and a few number of people were dancing in the middle of the dance floor. The private rooms I saw the other time were all open to the club members for use.

It made me wonder if people were really going to have sex in the rooms tonight. If they would, then that would crazy stuff. Is that even legal?

“Castello,” a voice called from the bar.

We both turned to see a blond heading our way. The blond turned to the side and pointed, “that’s Maxine coming, but I guess we won’t be seeing the Boss anytime soon.” She giggled and turned to me, “Oh I’m sorry I missed you. You must be the wife, oh poor thing.” She said, just as Maxine walked up to us.