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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

"What are you doing?" Cayden asked, frowning at Darcy as he laid in the bed beside her completely bare, covered till his navel by a blanket. He was entirely sober by now.

"Smoking," Darcy said sarcastically, making Cayden roll his eyebrows. She was wearing her favorite violet gown, resting her back against the headboard. She lit the cigar putting it against her lips, taking in a whiff deeply, her nerves feeling the familiar nicotine.

"That I can see but I did not know you smoked," Cayden was truly surprised. Darcy had never given the impression that she smoked, and neither her breath smelled like those awful vapors ever before.

Darcy let out a cloud of smoke and turned her face to Cayden. "I don't smoke regularly. Just when I have too much to think about," saying that she went for another drag, this time a bit longer.

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