Ruthless Queen

by K. D Clark

  K.D Clark

  Ruthless Queen: A Mafia Romance

  Copyright © 2018 by K.D Clark

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  This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

  K.D Clark asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

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  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also by K.D Clark

  1

  Prologue

  Cassandra cracked her neck and let out a breath before opening the office door. Her heels clicked against the hard wood floors as she made her way to the dark cherry wood desk, her back facing the rest of the room. She grabbed the grinder and rolling paper that she had laid out the night before so it would be ready for her when situations like this came up. She made work rolling a perfect blunt while ignoring the eyes she felt on her back. Licking the blunt one more time she turned around and leaned against the desk. Placing her hands on the edge of the desk, she was giving everyone a slightly better view of her chest in the tight tank top. She had picked it out for the club tonight. She preferred her office at the club. As opposed to this older one she owned not far from the shipyard. Two of her men, dressed in black Armani suits, sat in chairs against the wall staring at her and waiting. The other four stood around the room arms clasped behind their back. She rolled the blunt slowly between her fingers.

  “I have another meeting in five minutes, so let’s get on with it.” She caught the eye of her underboss, signally him to start.

  Giovanni coughed to clear his throat. “The new gang we’ve been hearing about on the street - they go by Black Spades - they’ve done some serious damage tonight. Killed three of our men coming out of Calvin’s bar.”

  “Those men were protecting Mario. There is no way they could have known where he was much less get ahold of his men.” One of the capos spoke up from the corner.

  Cassandra continued to twist her blunt between her long manicured fingers for a moment before gently setting it down to dry.

  “What’s the word on the street?” she asked.

  “Word is there’s a rat.” Another capo spoke up.

  In an instant Cassandra reached behind her and grabbed the Beretta M9 she had sitting on the desk behind her, aiming and shooting one of the capo’s sitting in the chair before anyone had time to flinch. Blood splattered the wall behind his limp head. The man sitting next to him scurried out of his chair flipping it over in the process but not before blood splattered on his suit. With her gun still in hand and aimed at the now dead man she looked around the room meeting the eyes of every man before placing the gun back down on the desk.

  “I’ve smelled a rat for a while now. How sad you all let your friends and family die before figuring out that rat was standing right beside you.”

  Heavy silence filled the room, the men looked down either at the floor or somewhere across the room avoiding her eyes.

  “Carlos, or Mario as we knew him, has been feeding information to the Cartel since last month. Yet! You come to me now suspicious of a rat! Balordo!” She spat. “Clean this shit up! And next time before you come to me with your fucking suspicions, how about instead you just bring me a body.” She placed the perfectly rolled blunt in-between her lips before lighting. No one moved as she inhaled. “I want this cleaned up and everyone out by the hour and make sure to cut out his tongue. I think our friends in Mexico might like a gift.”

  2

  Chapter One

  Andre sat at the far end of the bar and watched as Cassandra approached, signaling for the bartender. Her long brown hair was pulled up in a high ponytail letting the pink ends fall to her back as she leaned against the bar and typed something out on her phone. She wore tight fitted jeans, and a pink tank top that matched her hair and showed off her sleeve of tattoos. Her tattoos traveled from the top of her shoulder all the way to the henna like symbols on her fingers. She didn’t look like the Cosa Nostra boss he had imagined. She was easy to spot, stuck out like a sore thumb. The club that she owned, Tempest, was upscale enough that she seemed a bit out of place. Women in short glittery dresses surrounded her but it didn’t seem to faze Cassandra at all.

  “That’s her?” His right hand man, Matteo who was sitting next him sporting an almost identical suit to Andre’s.

  Andre nodded. “Yea that’s her.”

  He downed the rest of his whiskey, while a long island was sat at the bar in front of Cassandra. She winked at the bartender as a silent thank you. Taking a sip she turned around and leaned against the bar. Andre slipped off of the bar stool and made his way to stand in front of her.

  “Long island huh?”

  * * *

  Cassandra kept her eyes glued to her phone hoping he would get the hint. Her phone started to ring and she quickly picked it up and waited for someone to speak. She heard the voice of her underboss.

  “It’s done.” he said.

  “Good, gather everyone to meet here we need to have a sit down.” She hung up not waiting for a response. She should have been tense considering the drama that had unfolded in her office earlier as well as the terrible meeting she had just came from with her business partner but the blunt she had smoked earlier kept her head clear and focused. She needed to talk to her capos about what was to come next. Someone was in their streets digging into her profit and it wasn’t the Black Spade as they’d suspected. The sound of a throat clearing brought her out of her thoughts. She ignored the man next to her and took a sip of her drink. She thought he would have gotten the hint by now.

  “You look…”

  “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on? Why are you still standing here?” She snapped her voice laced with venom. She finally turned her head up and looked at the guy. He wore a fitted suit that outlined his muscles that bulged underneath. His hair was pushed back out of his face, he had a five o’clock shadow and his blues eyes pierced into hers looking strong and confident despite the fact that Cassandra had stomped all over his pride. Instead of backing away and mumbling something incoherent under his breath like most men she encountered, he stepped closer to her giving her very little space between his chest and the bar she was standing in front of. If only he knew the danger he’d just put himself in. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Leo, her bodyguard of sorts, stand from a booth he was sitting in ready to take care of this ballsy guy but she shook her head slightly indicating for him to sit back down. She could smell winter mint gum and whiskey on his breath as he spoke.

  “I’m standing here because it’s 2am and in a few hours I would like to wake up to you wearing nothing but my T-shirt.” His voice came out husky and Cassandra took a deep breath ignoring the sudden throbbing between her legs. She wasn’t used to men standing up to her much less being so blunt. She appreciated his honesty. She cocked her head to the side.

  “Do I look like the kind of girl t
o just let you take me home?” She asked finding her voice again.

  “When you get out of your sit down. I’ll be here.” Andre turned his back and walked back to the stool he had just left.

  It took a moment for Cassandra to snap out of the daze that the mystery guy had left her in. She downed the rest of her long island and headed back towards the dance floor to clear her mind. Her heels clicked against the floor as she weaved through dancing bodies until she made it upstairs to her office. After shutting the door she sat at the large marble desk before opening the top drawer. She pulled out a jar of the best California weed, Blue Dream, and rolling paper then made work rolling a joint. She needed a clear head for her sit down with the capos. She needed to make them aware that she had taken care of one rat and she needed everyone on their toes. Someone had inserted themselves into her streets. Profits have been down and more fights have been breaking out. The last thing she needed was to be thinking about the stranger downstairs. She finished rolling her joint and set it on the table waiting for it to dry while she checked the time on her phone. She liked to do business late while most of the world was asleep that way she could move under the radar. Her father had taught her that long ago when she was a child and had asked him why he didn’t work during the day like her mother. He’d never hidden anything from her. That was one of the reasons she’d been able to make it as the first female Boss of Cosa Nostra. She had given up the idea of a normal life long before she could even dream of one. Cosa Nostra was her life, she had just lit the joint when a knock sounded on her door.

  “Come in.” She yelled.

  Calvin, one of her capos stuck his head through the door. “They’re ready for you, Boss.” Cassandra took a long drag of the joint before tossing it in the ash tray and making her way out the door.

  * * *

  Andre listened to Cassandra’s heels clicking fast against the empty dance floor before she passed him. Her hips swayed in the tight jeans drawing attention to her curves. She had let her hair down and it hung past her shoulders. Almost everyone was gone from the club now and the bartender kept giving him dirty looks as he cleaned up clearly ready to go home.

  “You didn’t forget about me did you, Amore?!” He yelled after her.

  She turned around on her heels not missing a step and continued walking backwards. “Of course I did.” She smiled before turning back and walking out the door. Andre ran after her the rising sun blinding him as he opened the club door, grabbing her around the waist he pulled her body close to his. Cassandra froze and Andre didn’t miss the way she put her hand up to stop the man who had been leaning against the black SUV parked on the curb looking like he was ready to put a bullet through Andre’s head. Cassandra turned around in Andre’s arms and gave him a look that would have had most men running with their tail between their legs.

  She tilted her chin up to look him in the eye, “You’re bold aren’t you?”

  Andre shrugged. “I’ve been told.”

  “Whats your name?”

  “I’ve already told you. Whats yours?” Cassandra laughed at his question and he pushed her body closer to his. She could feel his hardness pressing against her stomach.

  “Oh so you don’t know? That’s why you would dare grab me around the waist Sei stupido?” She asked cocking her head to the side. Andre leaned down so his mouth was at her ear. His five o’clock shadow brushed up against her cheek making her throb.

  “I know exactly who you are Cassandra De Luca.”

  Cassandra laughed again. “And you trust me to be in your bed?”

  “No.”

  Cassandra smiled. “Smart man.”

  Andre said nothing else instead unraveling his arms from her waist and grabbing her hand. She let him lead her to the parking lot behind the club. A white Lexus was the only car left with windows tinted too dark to be legal.

  “Wall street guy?” Cassandra asked as she slide into the heated leather seat. It was obvious this guy had money and from the suit he wore it would make sense he worked on wall street or something of that sort.

  Andre ran his hand through his short black hair Cassandra didn’t miss how his biceps flexed under the suite jacket as he did so.

  “Something like that.”

  Andre pulled out of the parking and Cassandra took a look around the car to maybe get a clue to who this guy was. Most people kept enough junk in their car to at least give a hint to what kind of person they were but the car was completely empty. It still had the new car smell and she could bet money it was bought sometime this week. She looked over at Andre relaxed in his seat and wondered who he was. Once people found out her name they usually run in the other direction. The news was pretty fascinate with the mafia and loved to throw her name around for some extra views but very few knew what she looked like. Thats how she liked it. Another thing her father had taught her. The best bosses are like ghost.

  “Your men are following me.” Andre stated eyes flickering to the rear-view mirror. It was just Leo but she didn’t correct him figuring it was better if he thought a whole gang of men were in the SUV behind them.

  “They better fucking be.”

  Andre shot her a glance with his dark blue eyes that had her throbbing all over again. She reached her hand across the console and let it rest on his thigh, making it clear exactly what she wanted from this night. Nothing more, nothing less. She could feel his length growing hard under his suit pants. The tension in the car only seemed to grow as they got closer to Andre’s building. They pulled into a underground parking garage of a tall building. Andre cut the engine and went around to open Cassandra’s door. The elevator doors had only just closed when Andre pressed the PH button and had Cassandra trapped between the elevator wall and his body. He wrapped her hand around her wrist and brought them over her head. Her breathing picked up as his mouth went to her neck. She leaned her head to the side letting him have full access. His teeth bite into her skin that send a shock throughout her whole body. She wiggled one hand free and reached in-between them and felt his hardness underneath his pants. She rubbed it slowly feeling the length. He let out a groan before grabbing her hand again and pinning it back to the elevator wall. Cassandra was already out of breath as he started down at her, his blue eyes piercing into hers.

  “Tonight, i’m in charge. Got it?”

  Scared to use her voice Cassandra only nodded and he bend back down to nibble on her neck. Her back lifted off the elevator wall trying to get closer to him but he only held her wrist tighter keeping her trapped. Andre’s kisses trailed down her neck across her collarbone and to her cleavage. Cassandra moaned as his lips bite down on the side of her exposed breast. The elevator stopped and Andre let go off her hands only to pull her through the open elevator door and into the dark penthouse, the only light was the slight rose-pink color that peaked through the curtains of the window as the sun rose. Cassandra followed Andre trying not to trip over anything. They made it to what must had been the bedroom and Andre had her up against the wall again trailing kisses over her neck, breast and pulling up her shirt to kiss a line from the top of her stomach down to her jeans.. He was quick to pull down her jeans and wait for her to step out of them. He stood back up and both hands grabbed tight on to her ass. He then lifted her up and she instantly wrapped her legs around his body. She could feel him through the thin material of her panties as he pressed against her. She wiggled against his length causing him to make a deep groaning noise before walking her over to his bed and all but throwing her on it. He stood from the bed and started down at her while undoing his cuff links.

  “Take your clothes off.” He ordered as he continued to undress.

  “Aren’t you…” The words died in her mouth. Through the darkness she could see the desire in his eyes his face screamed danger and that only excited Cassandra more. This man was not the one she had meet in the club earlier tonight but instead someone who didn’t like to repeat himself. She looked him in the eye as she started to leisurely peel the rest of h
er clothing off. Only once she was fully naked laid out on his bed did he finish taking off his suit. She only had a second to admire his body that showed what must of been years of hard work in the gym. The deep V that lead down to his full erection had her clenching her thighs together.

  “See something you like?” He smirked

  She quickly nodded.

  “My name is Andre. Remember that because you’ll be screaming it soon.” He tossed his clothes to the floor and joined her on the bed hovering over her.

  “Your pretty cocky.” She stuttered as his cock pressed against her sex. Her back arched off the bed trying to get closer but he pressed his hand down onto her stomach, flattening her back to the soft mattress.

  “What did I say earlier?” Cassandra didn’t answer as she moved her sex up and down his length as much as she could with the little bit of space she had to move. Andre’s hand swiftly moved away from her stomach and before she knew what was happening his two finger slammed fast into her already wet sex. She froze at the shocked as her body got used to it. Andrea’s mouth came to her ear making goosebumps appear on her neck and arms.

  “What did I say earlier Cassandra?”

  “You’re in charge.” She breathed. Through the darkness she watched as a grin spread across his face before pulling his finger out and then slamming them back in. She gasps at the sensation. He pulled his fingers out once more and she braced herself but instead he brought the fingers up to her face.

  “Open your mouth.” He demanded. She did as he said and he slipped the two fingers in her mouth. She could taste the sweetness on them. He smiled as he reached down with his other hand grabbed his penis and unhurriedly eased the tip in before pulling it back out, teasing her as she moaned. Her body lifted up trying to get closer to him but he continued his slow teasing. She could feel the pleasure building in her stomach.