The Mafia Don| Editing

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*A few weeks later*
-Alessio Romano-

We were back in New York, have been for a few weeks.

I've been going to therapy with Elana for her anxiety and ptsd. She's getting way better.

Today, I have a big surprise. The only thing is, I don't know if she'll like it, love it, or have an episode.

"What do I wear?" Elana asked standing in the doorway of our closet.

She moved in all of her stuff last week, we put her apartment up for lease and left all of it behind.

Everything that I owned was now ours. And I loved that. Loved the sound of it.

I laid flat on the bed and watched her. My phone was sitting on my chest. "Just wear something comfortable amore."

"That's not a lot of information Ale. I need details... is it inside? Outside? Hot? Cold?" She whined.

"You might get dirty." I said. She nodded and walked in the closet.

I played on my phone as she got dressed. She walked back out wearing black leggings and a white crop top.

I cringed, "You might not want to wear white," she huffed and went back to change her shirt. This time she came out in a black crop top that hugged her bodice.

I sat up, opened my arms for her, "Is this good?" She asked, putting her arms on my shoulders.

"Perfetto." I kissed her. Perfect.

~

We drove a long way to the warehouse. When we pulled up, Alia, Matteo and Mama and Papa were standing outside waiting for us.

Elana looked at me confused and I just pulled her inside.

We walked across the warehouse, going upstairs and down a few more halls till we stopped at a door.

"What is this?" She asked. I felt her hand shake.

I looked at my family, they back up a bit. "If you want to leave, just tell me. But this is all for your closure." I held her hands as she looked at me with worried eyes.

"Are you ready?" I asked her. She nodded, "I need words Mi amore."

"Yes." She said impatiently.

I opened the door, revealing Ethan and her Father tied to chairs, their heads hanging.

Alia and Matteo walked in, going up to them and slapping their faces awake.

"Wake up assholes." Alia said.

Elana wasn't shaking anymore. Instead the feral grin as she looked at the table full of daggers and different instruments.

-Elana Aphelion-

I turned to Ale who was already looking at me.

I pulled his chin and kissed him. Whispering a thank you.

The table full of different blades and torture devices was the best thing I've ever seen.