Angel With A Shotgun | 18+

eighty seven

ALEC ROMANO

2 MONTHS LATER

Warning: Sexual/mature themes.

I had spent my remaining months of mafia leader sorting through bills, tying up lopse ends and possibly doing the most work I've ever done in my entire life.

"Alright, thank you Reed, I appreciate it. Yes, talk later." I said, laughing fakely down the phone.

Once they hung up I let out a heavy sigh and rubbed the back of my neck, "Trouble in paradise?" A familiar voice interrupted.

A giddy smile made its way to my face as I beamed happily down at Amara who was standing in the doorway of my office.

She closed the door and made her way over to me, falling into my arms as I held her tightly, never wanting to let go.

"Just the last of the calls, you know how it is." I nodded.

Amara gave me a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she glanced around the room, "What is it?" I asked, taking her wrists.

She shrugged, "I just- are you sure you're doing thing? I mean, this is your life. I feel guilty that you're giving it up because I got hurt." 

I chuckled lowly, "You nearly died. More than once. And the fate of you and your brothers lives were in my hands. I didn't want to live with that anymore."

I sat down on the leather couch. The couch that holds so many memories.

Amara sat next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder, "I know." She sighed.

"I just want to make sure you're happy." 

I intertwined my fingers with hers and clasped her hands gently, "I am happy. You make me happy." I whispered, kissing her head.

She nuzzled closer and my heartbeat sped up.

"Are you all packed?" I questioned. She nodded her head, sitting upright, "I just need to bring them downstairs but I need help because my shoulder still kind of hurts." She smiles, rolling her shoulder.

I kiss her bare skin and stand up, "I'll meet you downstairs soon, I have a little bit more paperwork to finish off before I can be done."

She blinks innocently and kisses my cheek, her pink and yellow sundress flowing behind her as she walked.

And just like that - she was gone. 

We hadn't spent much time together due to my excessive work load, but when we did, I cherished every moment of it. I love her, so much.

The weather and cleared up and the sun was out, making the air hot. We had spent our time together in such shitty weather, it was nice to finally have ninety degree days.

My rolled up sleeves were doing nothing for me though as I continued to sweat profusely.

A knock came on my door, "Come in." I said calmly, seeing the smiling face of Giovanni come into view.

"Hey." I said, fanning myself with a piece of paper, "Hey man, the moving trucks are downstairs. What boxes do you want us to move first?" He asked me.