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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So we're on a plane. He still won't tell me where we're going and I can't really see because it's cloudy. He's starting to act fidgety again, bouncing his knee and playing with my fingers.
"Baby, what is wrong? You've been fidgety all day. Do you need to go?" I ask and he blushes.
"Nothing, just work stress." He admits but I know it's a lie.
"You forget I'm an FBI agent... I can read you particularly easily." I say.
"It's a surprise. Don't worry." He kisses me, which I know is a distraction but also to calm him down.
"Better?" I ask, combing his hair with my fingers.
"A little." He sighs. The place starts going down and soon lands but I still can't tell where we are. He unbuckles us then drags me off the plane.
"Where are we?" I ask.
"Rome." He says like it's nothing.
"What? How the hell did we get here in an hour?" There's no way.
"Less cargo. Now come on." He leads me to another car and the drive opens the door for me.
"Mr Rogers, Miss Romano." The driver says.
"Charles, good to see you again." Steve smiles.
"You as well." He shuts the door and soon we're driving off. The ride lasts an hour but I look out the window, smiling as we pass the city. I really do miss living here. One day, I hope to move back. The driver comes to a stop and opens the door for us. Steve gets out first then offers his hand. Ok why are we at the ocean?
"Steve... what are we doing?" I ask once I get out. He looks over my head, making me turn around. My family yacht is sitting on the water. Ok wow.
"Come on." He grabs my hand and we walk to the yacht. I smile as he helps me on then kisses me. "Figured we'd stay the night at the island?" He asks.
"Seriously? Wait does my dad know?"
"He does... even gave me the idea. Had your brothers clean it up." The yacht starts moving.
"You're so sweet." I kiss him again, feeling him smile. Once we pull back, he brings me towards the front. A table is set up, with two wine glasses and a single rose in the middle. "You really went all out. I'm impressed." I smile up at him.
"Buck helped me..." He admits. Honestly that didn't surprise me at all. Music starts playing and he pulls me close to him, staring down at me. We stare at each other for a few minutes, his hand cupping my cheek as his eyes wander all over my face. "How did I get this lucky?" He whispers.
"Well contrary to popular belief, you're a actually a big teddy bear." He chuckles.
"Yea but you're the only one that sees that side." We suddenly start swaying, him putting my arms around his neck and his go around my waist.
