BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Carnage.

Stefano Bianchi-

"She's fast, as fast as fast can fucking get. She's strong, stealthy, smart, powerful, skilled! Fuck it, she's the best!" David said whilst throwing his hands up into the air, he was my right hand man, second in command, long time and only friend. "We need her to be ours, she's already your wife but that's not enough. No one would expect a girl to snap their neck in the middle of freaky deaky time! She's perfect, you know it as well as I do Steffy." At his last comment I couldn't help but sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.

"No." Is the only word I spoke before sitting back and looking back towards David again.

"Well come on you've gotta give a reason, we'd benefit from this... sii inteligente Stefano." (Be smart) David didn't know how much of a risk this would be, to have a Russian as a killer on my pay roll, it was madness.

"She is my wife, my responsibility and my pain in the cazzo di culo." (Fucking ass) I sighed again, shaking my head and looking back down at the computer screen infront of me. And there she was, my little vixen dropping bodies from the previous night before as if it was as easy as breathing. Only nineteen and yet filled with so much potential and strength, what a shame that it was gonna have to go to waste just to fix an alliance.

In the back of my mind I knew that mama would be expecting children soon, I couldn't disappoint her so of course she believed that this marriage was based off of the premise of love and not war. I rose my head and looked back at David. "Tell her I want her down here, this instant." I spoke clearly and calmly however I could tell just by looking into David's eyes that he knew there was a flame brewing in me that my little assassin had just sparked.

David Lombardi-

I let out a sigh as I took one last look at stefano before nodding my head in respect and making my way out of his office, as I closed the door I took a deep breath before balling my fists and slamming them against my own head. I was supposed to be the second in command, dealing with real shit yet here I was as if I was supposed to keep a little girl in my sights at all times. I didn't waste anytime before I climbed up the stairs and knocked on the bedroom door of the little troublemaker stefano just had to wed.

"Wakey wakey little Stepanov, daddy isn't here to see you but your other daddy is calling for you." I called with a small smirk on my face knowing that it would rile her up enough to get her to open the door. That was her only weakness in my own eyes, she allowed herself to be easily annoyed which made her sometimes think with her anger and not her brain.

As I was stood there daydreaming I certainly didn't expect the mini killer to come up from behind me and push me onto the floor on my knees before holding a knife to my throat, how the hell did she get out without using the door?!

"Say that again and I'll tear open your ventricle, svoloch'" (bastard) and there she was, the spitfire that I could tell stefano was already obsessed with.

"Alright there little Stepanov, no need to shoot the messenger now. And for future reference, this isn't my ventricle, it's my artery."

"I'll remember that for next time..." she muttered in reply. For a second I had the slight feeling that she was going to rain hell on me and slit my throat, however... clearly she had some kind of mercy since she let me go and took a step back. I quickly stood up, distancing myself Atleast two metres away from her whilst rubbing my throat. It was then at this point that I turned to actually face her, the purple bruises painting her neck were awful. "Mamma mia..." I muttered as I shook my head. "Don is waiting for you in his office, I'd suggest not trying anything... you've seemed to piss him off a little more today with some extra salt."

Stefano Bianchi-

David had been gone for awhile, unfortunately there were no cameras on my floor of the mansion which meant that I couldn't see the conversation that they were having or hear it. That was until an angry kitten stepped into my office... more like nearly kicked the door off of the hinges and stood there with her arms crossed whilst looking at her feet. No matter her actions she still wasn't brave enough to look up at me and face me husband to wife. "You wanted me?" She spoke, a little rasp to her voice which also made me look up properly, mainly staring at her throat. Perhaps I had gone slightly overboard but that didn't compare to the two current broken ribs I had from the little assassin. She wasn't trying to kill me, Atleast I don't believe so, but she definitely knew how to put up a fight.

As she spoke I simply held the computer within my hands and turned the screen infront of her, letting her watch the video clips of her current late night activities. But, to my anger... all she did was shrug and look at me dead in my eyes. "Is that all?" She spoke, sounding as innocent as an Angel but having the eyes that many men have looked into and seen as their lives were taken from them.

I slowly stood up out of my large chair before calmly closing my computer, this didn't last too long as I grabbed the device and launched it at the bookcase and slammed a hand on my desk whilst pointing a finger at her. I wasn't pissed, I was fuming from all crevices. "You were given to me to solidify an alliance! You are mine to keep and no one else's, you will one day bear my children and be a nice little trophy house wife and that is all! I will make it sure that my men will be glued to you like a moth to a flame and you will have no freedom!" At my last words I could tell she was seething.

Her hands were balled up by her sides and she had a slight shake to her body, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before opening them again and loosening her fists. This is what the thousands of dead men saw as they took their last breath, the composure and the beauty of such a piece of art. "You were busy fucking shlyukhi so I entertained myself elsewhere, working. Whilst you were busy fucking shlyukhi." (Whores)

I shook my head at her words before taking a seat and taking a deep breath along with it. She was wrong. On the night of our wedding I had one of my old prostitutes visiting me, but as a married man I turned her down and sent her out. As much as I wanted to break her jaw for speaking more of that Russian tongue in my household I held back, she was mine, and I liked my things to be kept nice. I thought for a moment before leaning back into my chair with a smile plastered onto my face and my hands joined together as I met her eyes.

"You want work? Fine... you start tomorrow. David will let you know who the Italian mafia needs gone. And you, belladonna, will be the one to get them gone. Da?" (Yes)

I still held eye contact with the beauty infront of me, I could tell that she was surprised and shocked at the fact that I had spoke russian just by the way that those bright green doe eyes of hers had widened. This would be the first and last time. I wanted to let her know that I meant business. And if she didn't, then she'd fail the job given.

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The end of the 2nd chapter, I kind of abandoned this story but! But I do intend on continuing this on even though it's getting like 5 views but that's okay because I enjoy it!

I have a feeling that david and alliyah will grow to be the bestest of friends!

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