Married to the don

Until death do us apart

Amara Moratti

Hours had passt since I opened my eyes, Alina was sitting next to me, holding my hand. She knew something and wasn't going to tell me what, i wanted to know where Ace was.

"Amara" Alina stated to say, i turned my head to look at her. Her blue eyes looked worried. Since I woke up I wasn't talking, i don't know why, but I just didn't feel like talking was the right thing to do. I wanted to see Ace. All I wanted was to see him.

She nodded her head toward Nate, who was standing in the doorway of my room. "She still isn't talking?" Nate asked Alina. I looked at him, my face showing no emotions.

"No, she is just staring" Alina told him. Nate nodded, he walked toward my bed, taking out the clipboard. "So, it seems like you are fine, well as fine as you can be after being shoot. The baby is fine, as long as you stay on bed rest for a month there shouldn't be the chance of a miscarriage" Nate said.

"Where is Ace" was the only thing I said. Alina and Nate both looked at me shocked. "I can fucking talk, now tell me where is Ace" I said angrily. I just wanted to know where the fuck Ace was, nothing more.

"We don't know Amara, he left your room shortly before you woke up, we haven't heard anything from him since then" Alina said, reaching gut my hand. My head turned toward her again, but my eyes catchend something lying on my nightstand.

"Could you two leave, I want to be alone gut a few minutes" I said, looking at them again. Alina and Nate nodded, both leaving me alone in this room. I sat up, but both without grinning my teeth against the pain.

Carefully I reached over to my nightstand, taking the letter in my hand. When I opened it, I directly knew it was from Ace. I knew his handwriting.

Dear Amara

Im sorry that I'm not sitting next to you, holding your hand, waiting for you to wake up. I'm sorry that i wasn't there to tell you I love you, that I wasn't the first person you see when you woke up.

I have been sitting next to you, holding your hand for three days, while doing that I had a lot of time to think about everything. You know when I saw you standing there on top of the platform I was so angry, I told you to stay inside my office, but I already knew you wouldn't do that. You are an assassin and you always will be one, my sweet little rose. Nothing can keep you looked up, not even I.

But I never thought that you would get hurt, I wasn't expecting that. I don't know how it even happened, I remember you running down the stairs, but not how you got shoot. It just happened and I hate my self for not keeping you save.

With each minute that passed I realised that I couldn't keep you save. You and our child. This War is not going to end anytime soon and I'm not letting you or our child getting hurt.

So I'm gonna do the only thing I can think of, even if it means you will hate me gut the rest of your life. I love you more than anything and I hope I will meet out baby, but this is the only way to keep you save.

Alina and Nate are gonna bring you to an save house in Spain, one of my mothers friends is the wife of the Don, they are going to keep you save while I'm ending this war.

I hope you don't hate me or at least not for ever, but even if you hate me, I'm not sorry for keeping you save.

Until death do us apart

Ace

I don't know how long I held the letter in my hands or when I started to cry. I don't remember when Alina walked in, giving me close to her, I don't remember what she said or what Nate said. Everything just went by and I felt like something inside of me broke.

Ace DeAngelo

Was it wrong? What if leaving her wasn't the right choice? Could I even call it leaving her, because I am still going to marry her, if i survive this.

I'm always so positiv.

I was sitting in my office, a glass of whiskey in my hand. I knew that Amara was awake, Nate had called me and everything inside of me wanted to run out of this room and to her. And I couldn't do that, she needed to be save and staying away from her was the only thing I could do to keep her save.

Damien had knocked against my office door for two fucking hours now, he always came the fuck back. "Go away Damien" I yelled, slamming my now empty glass down on the table.

But he didn't go, he actually opened the door. "Since you decided it is best for Amara to spend the rest of her pregnancy away from, well you, I thought you may want to let out a little bit of anger. We have five Russians alive in the cells, have your fun" he said before leaving, without closing the fucking door.

I got up, making my way out of my of my office toward the cells. My guards stepped out if my way, they knew not to mess with me when I'm like this. But now it was nothing I had feel before, it was something different.

I felt anger and pain at once, I was so fucking angry at my self, but yet I knew that all this was for the right thing. I opened one of the doors and took one of the buckets with cold water, emptying it over the head of the Russian.

"Good morning" I said in my psychopath voice. "How about you and I are gonna have sind fun, doesn't that sound good" I said while taking one of my knifes in my hand.

I made my way over to him again. "This maybe gonna hurt, just a little bit" I said and brought the knife down on his leg, perching though his skin. His painful screams filled the room, which made me smile brightly.