Model, millionaire, Karlie Cora had done everything she needed to do in order to get in the position she wanted to be in, one of the top models in the world. But she walks into the wrong alleyway and now, the most powerful Mafia man is protecting he...
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"I-I love you, Jaxon." She whispers and this weight that was pinning my body to the floor lifts and I shove my face back into her stomach, trying to calm myself.
I made a damn fool of myself but I don't pay much attention to it because I have the most beautiful, smart, talented, good-hearted woman in my arms.
I was horrible to her and I know I can't take my anger out on her because it's isn't her fault, none of this is her fault. I wanted someone to blame other than myself and she was there.
"Okay, seriously you need to get up, old man. Your knees are going to give out." She says quickly before lifting my head so she could kiss me.
I let her comment about my age go but stand so she wouldn't have to bend to kiss me. That's my job.
I pull her body against mine with one hand on her waist as my other dives into her hair. My tongue prods her lips but she pulls away.
"You need to eat then get some sleep." She tells me, pushing me slightly to the bed.
"You won't leave me?" I ask pathetically, watching as her face softens.
"No." She says softly, climbing into the bed with me.
"So when are you coming back to our bed?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Breathe." Karlie tells me softly.
I nod as I stand, gaining everyone's attention. I got everyone's family and the rest of my mafia in our common warehouse to meet about the men.
"I've gather you all to talk about the men who have died in the bombing attack." I say before naming the long list of people that died last night. I don't stop even as I hear the gasping and cries of people.
"The men and women will forever be remembered for their strength and courage to our mafia. They unfortunately had the ending no one expected and for that, their deaths will be avenged." I say loudly before the whole room erupts. Some people yelling out their aggressions towards the bombers, others are crying.
Karlie tightens her hands around mine as I nearly stumble back. The room radiates anger and grief.
"You did good, Jaxon. Let them grieve." She tells me before tugging my hand. I follow her until we were back in the car. She straddled my lap the entire drive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Stop it, you old man!" Karlie shouts over her shoulder as she runs around the couch.
"The name, really Karlie?" I sigh before walking around the couch just for her to run to the other side.
The whole reason we are in this mess is because I told her to take a nap with me and she ran but at least she'll be tired when she's done.
She jumps at me with a fake glare on her face. "Bark, bitch! Bark!" She growls, jumping at me again at my lack of expression.
Sometimes I really do question what runs through her mind in a daily basis. I shake my head while sighing.
I walk around the couch a few more times as she runs from me before she falls onto the floor holding her heart.
"Sweetheart, I'm hurting." She groans.
I roll my eyes at her dramatics before easily picking her up from underneath her arms, listening to her say 'Ow' with every step I take.
"Can't you be a little more gentle? I'm injured." She pouts, pointing at her thigh. The stitches have been taken out and it's slowly healing but it's going to leave a scar.
"I'm sorry, baby. Do you want me to kiss it better?" I ask lowly, watching has her head snaps up with a huge smile.
"Yes! Wait, no. You can't, it's ugly." She says, ducking her head as if she's shy.
"It's not ugly but your attitude is." I point out.
"You're ugly." She snaps back quickly.
I blink before throwing her on the couch after standing in front of it for a little bit. She cries out dramatically, putting her feet in the air. Why is her feet in the air?
"Karlie." I deadpan, sitting on the end of the couch. I just wanted some goddamn sleep with my- shit, what are we?
I sit in silence as I get my phone out to answer a few emails about the funerals and shipments and if we are going through mourning. I email them that the mourning will take place after the funerals and it'll last a week.
During mourning the entire mafia shuts down. No one responds, does shipments, or work. They work on healing so that we can catch these fuckers.
I feel the couch dip softly as Karlie finally crawls over to me and picks up my arm to wrap around her.
"Now you want my love?" I say, watching as she moves her head back and forth until she's comfortable and humming in delight.
"We're still getting married, right?" I ask as her eyes snap open and looks up at me with furrowed eyebrows without taking her head off of my chest.
"Duh." She says it like it was obvious. "I'm going to need my ring back. My finger is feeling naked." She whispers before her eyes slowly shut.
I watch her silently, grateful for the woman in my arms. Although she is flawed, she is absolutely perfect for me. She handles my bullshit even when she doesn't have too, though I won't recommend her leaving me anytime soon.
I love her more than life itself and I'll prove it every moment I get. She'll never feel the way she felt, not while I'm alive.
"I'm being serious, go get my ring." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "If I turned into a bird would you still love me?"
"No." I respond almost immediately, listening to her gasp. I glance up from my computer to see her staring at me in shock.
"Why?" She asks sadly.
"What would I do? Keep you in a cage?" I ask, giving her a look that says 'don't be ridiculous'.
"That's exactly what you'll do." She says, nodding her head. "I'd do it for you." She adds with soft eyes.
"If I turn into a bird, just kill me. No way in hell am I going to live in a cage."
She gasps again.
"I could never kill you!" She exclaims, moving to my lap and wrapping herself tightly around me as I lean back to make her more comfortable.
"You're not killing me, you're killing a bird." I mumble, kissing her head.
"Jaxon, don't say that." She sniffles, making my eyebrows furrow.
I don't understand where the sudden change of emotion came from. She only acts this crazy when she's on her period, which I have the app to track hers and she hasn't had hers- oh shit.
Karlie's periods are something nobody should go through. She gets in so much pain that I find her sitting by the toilet with a cold rag on her head. She runs fevers, her back aches, her head is constantly pounding, and she gets incredibly nauseous. Not to mention her hormones are all over the place.
"When was the last time you went to the bathroom, baby?" I ask, careful to not make her upset.
She shrugs, keeping her head in my neck. She calms her self slightly before she must've rethought my eyes because she sits up and leaves my office without looking back.
I almost follow her but I let her have some space so she could do whatever she needs to do in order to feel comfortable.
I understand the logistics of her birth control and periods and shit like that but what I don't understand is why it chooses to work then not work.
Maybe I should check that out, there could be something wrong.
I get distracted by a phone call and some emails to prepare for the shutdown and before I know it, it's dark outside and Karlie never came back to my office.
