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Darcy Raven, a name that sent shivers through the underworld's spine. Her notoriety was so pervasive that even the lowliest thug to the mightiest mafia leaders had either crossed paths with her or trembled at the mere mention of her name. 

  
While Darcy's primary claim to fame was her ruthless demeanor towards her adversaries, her secondary reputation thrived on her boy toys. Each passing day brought forth a new face that exited her private lounge. 

  
But what shall happen with an unexpected turn when this invincible mafia queen finds herself entrapped by an unanticipated emotion – love? The object of her affection? The docile-looking owner of a trendy café conveniently situated just beyond her base. Initially anticipating a fleeting encounter akin to countless others, Darcy soon discovers herself wrapped around by the café owner's fingers, surprising not only her expectations but those around her as well. 

 
"Do you wanna eat something?" 

"Yes, you."

Mafia Queen's Baby Boy

"I can't interpret your actions any other way. Do you really like me?" Darcy pressed, her gaze unwavering as Dominic continued his task, the sting of the antiseptic failing to elicit even a flinch from her.

Before Dominic could gather his thoughts to respond, Darcy cut him off with a firm warning. "Don't!" she cautioned, her tone resolute. "I'm the last person you should develop feelings for," she said before he could say anything to her.

Despite her warning, Dominic couldn't suppress a smirk, his own emotions swirling in a tempest of love. "Who are you to dictate that to me?" he challenged, his voice tinged with defiance as he carefully wrapped the bandage around Darcy's calf, deliberately avoiding her gaze.

"I am your leader," Darcy replied firmly, her annoyance palpable in her expression. Dominic's open display of rebellion was a rarity, and it irritated her.

Stuck in the Alleyway