Isobella Romano, also known as Isobella Payne, is the daughter of the Italian Mafia Boss but also an FBI Agent. You're probably asking yourself how the daughter of a mafia boss became an FBI Agent... it was difficult.
Bella is visiting home for a mo...
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It's Monday afternoon and I've been here since 7. I've been back for about a week now and have finally caught up with all of the paper work I missed. As much as I love this job, I hate the paperwork. Everything has to be detailed and it's just a pain in the ass. I'd much rather stay out in the field.
Steve is over almost every night, or I've gone to his home. Which, by the way, is absolutely massive. Six bedrooms, 7 bathrooms, a movie room, a safe room, an indoor pool, a huge kitchen and living room, plus a vault. Yea. It's massive.
Thankfully he hasn't figured out my actual job yet, as I usually make him leave before I get fully dressed. He hates it but he can't see me in my uniform but I hate sneaking around him... it almost makes me sick to my stomach. I wish I could tell him but it won't end well. My feelings have only grown for him and they aren't going away any time soon. Hell, he's taking me to a charity function on Friday night that he runs. Yea, he's a Mafia Boss and runs his own charity. How perfect can one be? I don't understand it. I still don't see how he is a Mafia Boss... he rarely acts like one.
"Bella! Let's go, we have a hostage situation." Ooh fun. I quickly slip my jacket on, even though it's hot as balls outside, and follow Jake outside.
"So how's Mr Rich Guy?" Since I refuse to tell Jake what Steve's occupation is, he refers to him as that.
"Fine. We're going to a charity function on Friday night. He runs it." He looks at me, clearly impressed.
"Yea I know. I've been dating him for almost four weeks, Jake, and I'm consumed." I admit.
"Hey, I knew I was going to marry Mark the first week I met him." Woah.
"Seriously? How?" I ask.
"It was just a gut feeling and progressed over time. I knew I was in love with him when he stood up to his parents about us." Marks parents have always been... weird about him being gay. They're the sweetest people ever but to them, the idea is strange. Over time, they've grown and are now completely supportive of the two.
"That's sweet, Jake." I smile. Soon we're pulling up to the address and cop cars are everywhere. Both of us get out, now dressed in our Kevlar gear.
"What's the situation?" Jake asks.
"We think the guy is inside with his parents. His car is the grey Chevy. Parents called the cops cause he wouldn't leave, there was some gun fire so we figured we'd call you guys in." I mentally groan. They seriously didn't need us but oh well. We're here.
