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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 is it?" Darcy mumbled, eyeing weirdly at the silicon patch

h. Cayden chuckled nervously as he tried to run the horses of his brain to scrumble up an explanation.

An idea suddenly popped into his head, and he prayed that it would work. "Actually, some kid left it at the café. I saw it while closing the café yesterday and brought it with me so it would not be misplaced," and as soon as he spoke, he felt like he was the stupidest person in the whole wide world, regretting opening his mouth. How could he say something so absurd was beyond him?

"Oh really? Kids these days are weird. But I guess I wouldn't know, I never had any toys to begin with except for my gun," Darcy scratched her head and Cayden breathed a sigh of relief.

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