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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

"Just tell me what you are doing here?" Darcy asked, frustrated at Gabriel's incessant chatter with Cayden about how she was the reason they were probably together because she had given such amazing advice to her friend.

They were now settled in the lounge and Darcy had assumed that there must be something troublesome for Gabriel to visit herself.

"Oh, it's just that you haven't contacted me in ages and there is a batch of new strippers--" Darcy hurriedly leaned towards Gabriel and placed her palm over her mouth, shutting Gabriel up. Darcy glared at her sternly, and Gabriel widened her eyes as she realized she made a very big blunder. How could she mention those strippers in front of Darcy's boyfriend? She felt beyond stupid.

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