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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

As the last thug of 'The Tigers' closed in on Darcy, his smile so sinister that it could scare a ghost, his footsteps echoing ominously in the rain-soaked alley. Each splash seemed to foreshadow the impending danger.

With a hard swallow, Darcy attempted to calm her racing heart, but her efforts were futile. Her chest constricted with each labored breath, the sound of thunder rumbling like a tenacious hammer stabbing a dagger deeper into her with each breath.

She silently wished for the thunder to cease its deafening roar, but her pleas went unanswered. Before she knew it, the thug was looming over her, his mocking laughter just as the stormy night.

With a cruel grin, he yanked Darcy up from the ground by her collar, his taunting words slicing through the air like a blade. "I don't see why they call you the queen of the underworld. What I see is a pathetic little bitch who's scared of a little thunder," he jeered, his tone dripping with disgust.

Desperate Cries