BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Match.

Stefano Bianchi-

Everytime she took in a breath her chest rose and fell slowly at a steady pace. Only a small glimmer of moonlight caressing her cheeks and her hair was spread across the pillow.

I sat behind her, her head resting in my lap and my legs hugging the outline of her body. She was a heavy sleeper, perhaps a weakness, maybe a godsend. She hadn't felt me when I had gently lifted her head up and sat on her bed with her. I wanted to find out more, I had to find out more.

I ran my hand softly up and down her arm, watching as her eyes fluttered open at the ticklish contact.

"Go away Bianchi... I'm trying to sleep." She groggily muttered, pushing my hand away and turning over which ultimately made her head now rest on my thigh instead.

How could something so small be such a tease

"Mi amore... you have explaining to do, I don't allow liars in my mafia." I whispered into her ear, leaning down and pressing a kiss against her temple.

She placed a hand on my cheek and pushed my head away, rotating again so that now she was fully laid in between my legs. "You're delusional, get out." She yawned after speaking, rubbing her eyes before closing them again and trying to generally sleep.

Aaliyah Stepanov-

I was at peace, sleeping once again after many rude disturbances. However, it didn't stop then. I felt his hand come down and attempt to stroke my cheek, enough was enough. I quickly rose up and didn't hesitate to punch him straight where the sun doesn't shine.

"I said I'm trying to fucking sleep you Italian asshole!" Nothing ever came between me and sleep.

I watched as his face contorted into one of pain, he was quickly gripping his balls and letting a flow of curses to be released from his mouth.

I also watched as he didn't waste any time in getting up off of the bed and leaning his head against the wall whilst taking some deep breaths.

Hopefully that'll teach him.

I put my head back down onto the pillow, grabbing the duvet and pulling it up to my shoulders as I let out a relaxed breath.

However, that didn't last for long though. I heard stefanos footsteps and was expecting him to leave but of course he thought otherwise. Before I knew it, the whole duvet was dragged off of my body and seconds later I was also pulled onto the floor. He was now seriously testing my patience.

"What is it that you want Stefano, please, enlighten me!" I looked up at him from where I currently was laid on the floor, I changed my position by sliding myself backwards a little and leaning my back against the wall. Whilst I was doing this, stefano took it upon himself to slowly lower his body into a chair in the corner of my room.

"We can keep lying to eachother. Or you can admit the truth. Your father used to beat you, no?" He said, a small smirk on his lips as if it was amusing.

"So? Newsflash, everyone knows it. Didn't your father kill your nana?" I rolled my eyes, just wanting to me done with the conversation.

"Didn't yours kill your mother?" Touché stefano, touché.

"That's not what I'm here for anyway. I know your secrets Aaliyah, you can't run away from me. You're stuck." If he woke me up to only threaten me, I was gonna do more than just punch him in the balls.

"Get to the point Bianchi, not everyone is fully employed as being a constant pain in the ass, I'm sure you were awarded as employee of the year." I sighed, looking over at my small analog clock alarm that was currently reading as 2am.

"You want me to say it how it is, fine. Your papa used to beat you up so bad that your little head couldn't handle it. Your brain was forced to create another personality. And... you make everyone believe that you're an innocent little thing." I watched him as he stood up, making his way over to my bedside table as he slowly opened it and pulled out a small baggie filled halfway with white powder.

"And yet, you're a functioning crackhead..."

"I am not a goddamn crackhead-" I quickly jumped up, crossing my arms over my chest. He didn't have a clue what he was talking about.

"No? You're not?" He asked whilst waving it around, laughing at me. Mocking me.

"I have been forced to marry the biggest asshole in the world, my father sold me to you for something as stupid as an alliance. You and your second command only want to use me as an assassin for your weak mafia. Your security systems are fucked, your shipments are gaining less and less profit with no clear explanation and you don't even care that the cause of that is because you have a rat near you! You sit in your office and drink away your problems so who cares if I have a little bump in the middle of the night to take away the nightmares, to take away the pain of the bruises, to take away the humiliation of knowing that I can never be more to the underworld than just your fucking wife!"

I watched as he stood there, staying silent before slowly sliding the baggie into his pocket along with both of his hands.

"This will stop at once, and whoever supplied you with this will no longer have their hands by the morning..." he took a step closer to me, perhaps noticing that I was on the verge of starting world war three.

"Your just a little insecure man with a power that I could take away within a second... you do not want to test me Bianchi. I will be the death of you and your pathetic excuse of an empire..." to say that the devil was in my eyes would've been an understatement. And during my fit of anger, I had stepped closer to him. Inches away from him.

"Mi amore, your words are like poetry to me." He said to me whilst stepping closer and placing a hand on my chin and forcing me to look at him.

"But I can tell you that I am certainly not insecure. Remember that." All I wanted to do was grab him by his head and watch as his brains spilled against the walls. But, to my surprise he simply walked away from me and closed my bedroom door behind him after muttering a small goodnight.

The bastard knew too much. People who knew too much had to be disposed of.