Married to the don

Promises

Amara Moratti

I woke up without Ace next to me. I reached over to feel the coldness of his side. He left early, he had to be gone for an hour, at least. I fell back against the mattress and closed my eyes. After another Minuten in my warm, comfortable bed, I needed to get up.

I wanted to get back in my life, I wanted to have a place in the mafia, I just really wanted to do something. Something more than being a mother, because being a mother was sometimes just not enough.

I changed into some leggings an an black hoodie from Ace befit I left the room, walking toward Lucas. Luca was sleeping soundly and for a few minutes I just watched him, his little body, the way his little chest moved while he breathed. I loved my son, but sometimes I was afraid I would turne out like my mother. What if Ace and I have another child, maybe an daughter, will I live her the same way I live Luca.

My mother and my father love Lorenzo and Xavier more than me, because they are men and I am an woman. I'm supposed to be weak, but I'm everything but that and now they know that.

Thinking about them, my family, it makes me sad. Because Mom and Dad where not the best parents you could have, but they still are my parents. Vincent and Xavier are my brothers and I love them with everything I have. I wish I could see them, talk to them, tell them I love them and miss them.

The house was quiet as I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was weird, being alone again, for months I spend every Minuten with Alina and then with Luca and now I was alone with Luca sleeping peacefully in his home.

This whole feeling, it was to much and jet not enough. I wanted to be alone so much these past few months and now that I am alone I wish fir nothing more than company.

I pulled out an bowl and cereal, before poring milk in and taking a seat on my new couch. This house felt like home, it liked like home, it was my home. And still something was missing.

I watched TV and went up to feed Luca, the little guy woke up sometime later and together we went down again. I don't know how late it was when I heard the door bell ring, with Luca in my armes I went to open the door. "Hi" said the beautiful blond sister. Alina pushed passed me and kissed Luca on the cheek. "Hey, how are you little guy, you and I are gonna get mommy ready and make her look beautiful" Alina told him and smirked while he giggled.

"What is going on" I asked. "Well you have a date and I am here to help you get dressed and then take this little guy" Alina smiled the whole time while saying this. "Now let's go" she pulled me up the stairs and into my bedroom.

Alina spend hours with me looking for something to wear. "Ugg, why don't you just tell me where I am going" I asked her. "It wouldn't be a surprise if you knew" she told me and pulled out an plack long sleeve dress. The sleeves were see tough, while the rest was only black. "This is perfekt."

Ace DeAngelo

I'm nervous. I'm really nervous.

I never thought I could be that's nervous or that's something would have the power to make me nervous. But with Amara everything is different. She is different.

"You're sure" Damien asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. We were standing in the front garden of the house I grew up in. The one Amara and I were going to live in, the one out children would grow up in.

This house was a home, it was my home and I haven't been here since I was 15 years old. Nobody knows why we left it, not even I. But I haven't been back here in years.

"I'm sure."

I walked into the house. It looked the same as it looked all those years ago. The family paintings on the walls, the piano standing in the living room. The library with all the books my mother owned, the grand staircase. My childhood bedroom. Everything was the same and looked the same.

I loved this house growing up, playing in the gardens, helping my mother with her roses, sneaking out of my room in the middle of the night.

I pulled out the dark green ring box, which I have been keeping with me for weeks now. I wanted to propose to Amara properly. Not like the first time, when her dad sold her to me. Not like the time I gave her the ring in a hallway at her house.

I wanted to do it right this time. Because we were real, because I loved her. Amara, the mother of my first born child and all my children after that. The woman I am in love with. There isn't going to be an time we're I don't love her, because she is the world to me.

Amara, my little devil, my rose.