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It had been two gracious days since Akila and Alessandro tied the knot and became husband and wife. Kings and Queens of The Italian Mafia.
While the marriage and ceremony were rushed, they used the remaining time to go back home and pack essentials, send word of their new base, where Akila's castle and lands surrounding were turned into an army station.
In the following days and nights, soldiers set up camps, prepared and loaded their weapons one by one as more people and loyal allies arrived, joining them.
Amelia was there, alongside her future heir, Alyssa Pjetri. The closest Akila made of friends before she caught Amelia sending monthly reports about her life updates to her mother, the old house. The basement she was left in, tortured and killed, and with no one to help, no father to protect, and no mother to hug.
But Akila didn't care, Alessandro knew that. Whether Amelia and Alyssa marched to war with them or not, Alessandro was certain Akila didn't even consider their existence.
And there was one thing Alessandro saw, everyone widened their eyes in shock, wrapped around that fierce and deadly woman's finger.
The news got out into the world faster than they expected. Some congratulated them, some looked at him strangely as if he were going insane but no one dared speak a word that might anger the two most powerful beings in history.
They walked the ground and owned it like their custom-made project they helped build and raise from underground billions of years before the planets and solar system formed into the galaxy.
Some secretly worshipped them, while others feared their next move and others were left to feel jealous, envy their power, and wish it upon themselves.
At the end of each day, after a strict and long training and gossiping about the new bride and groom, everyone hopped into their tent, sleeping peacefully, dreaming, or running from nightmares.
On the third sunrise, Alessandro finally stumbled in front of Akila for the first time in hours. Days.
They have been busy, having less time to see each other. Once the news was out, everything started moving, people, animals, furniture, even the air.
It felt like the whole world was getting ready for war, packing their things and hugging their loved ones for one last time in case the ground split in half and swallowed them whole.
"Come with me," Alessandro whispered in her ear before disappearing under an empty tent where no one was able to see them, perhaps hear because when Alessandro pushed Akila on her back and dragged his tongue down her neck, a soft moan escaped her lips that Alessandro called the death of him but then he would tell her the actual way of killing him, torture him inside out were her eyes. How long he got lost in them, distracted and unable to pull away.
His lips found hers in union, their heads moved together, roughly and slowly. He'd crave her on every thought that crossed his mind, on every breath he took. It became harder and harder to resist that voice ringing in his head, telling him to snatch her far away from all of this and make love to her until there were no parts of her left to trace and mark down with his wicked kisses.
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