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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

Cayden's eyes widened with concern as he drew nearer to Darcy, his movements deliberate and gentle as he carefully removed her hand from the bandaged wound, urging her to relieve the pressure.

"Please be careful; your wound is still raw," he murmured softly, his eyes reflecting genuine care, yet his tone remained distant, causing a pang of hurt to flicker through Darcy's heart.

It was a strong reminder that her hopes of Cayden harboring no resentment or hatred towards her were nothing but a foolish delusion she held.

Despite the caution in Cayden's words, Darcy proceeded to sit, prompting a frustrated sigh from him. Nevertheless, he didn't hesitate to assist her, ensuring she settled comfortably despite his evident exasperation.

Not Going Anywhere