The Russian mafia princess and the Italian mafia king. It's a wise old mafia tale: they are each other's biggest competitor, but the heart doesn't see competition it just sees love... sometimes.
Sometimes the darkness just needs some light and the...
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"It's been 7 months, 7 FUCKING months since the ball and we still have no leads on where they are." Throwing away yet another useless file on the table I get up from my chair in frustration.
"Half of the mafia world has quite literally been blown away, it should not be this hard to find them." I yell while making sure to look every one of my team leaders in the eye.
"FIND THEM," I fumed while racing out of one of our meeting rooms.
Not wasting any time, I make my way to Konstantin's bedroom. Putting the passcode on the padlock the door opened, and my eyes met a screen that was showing the aftermath of my tantrum.
"Did you have to yell at them, they're doing their best," the Russian voice said while typing away at their computer.
"It's been 7 months! They're lucky, yelling is the only thing I did- I should have just started shooting them, huh?" Starting to pace around my oldest son's room I get lost in the millions of scenarios of where they can be.
"They're doing everything they can in their power to bring them home, none of us have yet to grieve for our fallen men and women yet. We know Konsy and Katerina would want to be here when we say our goodbyes."
"They'll be home soon; I promise Alina I'll do everything in my power to bring your baby daddy home before you give birth." Breaking my pacing as Alina steps away from her computer I still can't get over how big she got.
7 months ago, Alina and Enzo watched Konsy, and Katerina enter separate ambulances on the verge of death.
Where do the ambulances go? We don't know.
My children quite literally disappeared off the face of this earth. We don't fully know if they're alive or not but we're figuring if they were dead someone would have sent their corpses are way.
"Oh, he'll be home, because I have to kill him for letting me go through this pregnancy alone." She huffed while walking... no waddling to the mini freezer by the bed.
Pulling out a pint of Ben & Jerry's she slowly sat down on the bed. After sitting down with her back laying on the bed she sighed in delight as her plump feet hit the soft silk sheets.
Opening the Chunky Monkey, she moans in happiness has she takes a bite.
"I'll kill him for making me your errand boy," I chuckle while watching her place the pint right on top of her bulging stomach.
Pregnancy looks good on some people and don't get me wrong Alina looks gorgeous even at 8 and a half months pregnant. But she was the type who wanted fried Oreos at 3:15 in the morning.
So guess who had to get up at 315, to make those? This guy.
Not that I'm complaining, I'll be forever grateful she didn't have more severe and life-threatening injuries.
