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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

"Don't ask me what you did, you know it yourself," Darcy glared at Dominic who had been pestering her since the morning, her vexation palpable.

They were about to head out for the 'The Pitchers' to end their game but Darcy had not been talking to him at all, not even looking at him, giving him the cold shoulder. Dominic knew that if they did not coordinate per usual, the mission was bound to fail so he had been trying to get her attention to him.

Darcy had had enough as she clenched her fist in frustration. Dominic seemed to have no idea what he had done and she had already ordered him to stay away from Cayden and not play his foolish trick.

"If I knew what I did, I would be apologizing to you. Can you please just tell me what I did?" Dominic asked, visibly distressed and Darcy rubbed the muzzle of the gun against her temple in frustration.

The Abandoned Factory