BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Jealousy

Aaliyah-

A few weeks later...

I scratched at my skin in the middle of the night, the clock currently reading at 2:45am. I was asleep for the most part but my mind was running at a million miles an hour.

I felt myself being shook, I slowly opened my eyes to see the silhouette of stefanos frame, shirtless frame may I add- I started to notice how hot I felt, and not because of the Italian god infront of me but I must've had another set of nightmares. We hadn't spoken much about my overdose. It wasn't intentional so I didn't need to express my emotions over it. Emotions were complicated.

"Calm down, you're alright-" his calming words went through one ear and out the other. Recently I found that he was saying it more often as if I was a damsel in distress.

"Just go..." I spoke quietly, pulling away from him and turning onto the other side of my bed. This whole marriage thing was harder than I had originally expected.

"You haven't been eating." He added as I felt his body weight lower onto the mattress.

"Haven't been hungry." I snapped back, just wishing that I could get some peace and quiet and fall back to sleep.

I heard him let out a sigh and could hear him continuing to lay down besides me, a strange comforting feeling filling my chest as he did so. A part of me wanting him to stay near me and to not go anywhere. But why?

"What're we gonna do with little old you, hm?" He spoke quietly, comfortingly before moving his hand up and placing it on my hip, only a simple sheet between us.

"Put me in a box and ship me back to Russia where I belong." I hummed, recently I had learned to prefer the warmth of Italy compared to the icy snow in Russia. Eventhough it was currently November and Italy wasn't the warmest it was a big improvement compared to Russia.

"You and I both know that's not an option, baby. As you said yourself, till death do us part." I could feel his breath on my cheek at this point, the slight hint of scotch tickling my skin as he spoke.

"Why haven't you killed me or tried to discreetly get rid of me?" I quickly came to the decision that I wanted answers, especially when he was in this vulnerable state where it was just me and him and he had no one to show off to. Just us and the four walls that confided us in one room.

"I kill you, your father declares war and eventhough I'd win it'd be a waste of resources." He spoke calmly, his hand rising up to my cheek and slowly caressing it. Goosebumps followed everywhere he touched just like a plague. "Discreetly get rid of you? There's nothing discreet about you. You'd be smart enough to escape and snitch to your father about me."

"I wouldn't snitch." I quickly responded, a small part of me feeling as though I had to prove myself to him but as soon as the words slipped past my lips I couldn't help but feel vulnerable.

"You wouldn't snitch, hm...." I could tell by his voice that he was teasing me, trying to embarrass me over my child like response but at the same time I just wanted to curl up besides him like a loyal lap dog.

"Oh shutup, you can never just be normal nice can you?" I rolled my eyes and made an attempt to separate myself from him but he wouldn't let me. His heavy arm snaked its way around my waist and kept me where I was, close to him.

"I can be nice you just rarely give me the reason to. You try to kill me, you try to burn down my car collection, you try to sneak out and hide secrets. Anyone in their right mind wouldn't choose to be nice to you. You're a seductress assassin. Anything with you could be a game-"

I looked at him as he spoke, maybe I had been to hard on him. Maybe if I didn't try to act out then we'd have the time to actually know one another. He was the ruthless Italian mafia leader and I was the merciless Russian assassin, fire and fire never makes a good match.

"You're also the don of the Italian mafia, anything with you could be a game aswell." I counteracted with a stupid reply and couldn't help but form a small grin on my lips.

"Turn over." He said in his no bullshit tone of voice as I furrowed my brows in concentration but still did as he said so that my back was now to him.

"Stop making things difficult in that fucked up pretty head of yours and go to sleep." He added afterwards, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me snug against him.

I never thought that we'd be in a position like this but it was weirdly comforting, especially after the nightmares I was having. I knew I had to go to a psychiatrist soon to update my medication to stop my personalities from forwarding. But at the same time if I was to find myself in a life or death situation then I'd want my other personalities to protect me. Belladonna was the protecter. I was just the fronting one with stupid silly emotions. Emotions like feeling safe and content in the arms of the deadliest man in the world.

I let out a sigh and rested my head down properly on my pillow whilst is face lie snug in the crook of my neck. By his relaxation I could tell that he was content too and it wasn't long until I was falling asleep.

But what does this now mean? Am I really falling for the one man who I shouldn't be? My husband.

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So as you can tell stefano and Aaliyah are getting closer and closer by the days, but of course stef is too stubborn to talk about mushy mushy feelings and Aaliyah is too headstrong to admit that she has any!

Anyway, I've seen this get a few more reads than usual and I just wanna say thanks for reading. Comments and votes help but just seeing the numbers on views going up just makes my day <3

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