BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Remodeling.

Aaliyah—

"Yeah but it's so- ugh I can't describe it but it's not the right shade of pink!" I exclaimed and let out a heavy sigh before turning to David and shaking my head

He looked bored. Touché. We were currently in the mall, stefano had sent me out to get a formal dress for a mafia ball but he wanted me to look like an innocent fairy. Myself on the other hand wanted to look like a complete bad ass but no. What he says goes.

"Why can't I get the black glittery one? I promise he won't be mad at you?" I sighed before sitting down and rolling my eyes.

"Because steffy weffy doesn't want you to have the black gwittery one, he wants you to have the pwetty fairy wairy pink one." David said to me in a baby voice and I picked his arm in return.

"Shutup you wouldn't even look good in a dres-" my words were cut off short as a pain exploded in my neck.

I reached my hand up to my neck and pulled out a tiny needle, instantly realising that I had been tranquilised and that people were going to come for me either way. I looked up at David to see him already reaching for his weapon,

"Good luck by yourself big guy..." Some words of advice never hurt anyone. My eyes started to feel heavy and my body smashed against the floor like a ton of bricks in a short amount of time. Well, that's gonna sting a little when I wake up.

Stefano—

"She's fine, her father probably has this all staged to try and get her back or something. She's a highly trained and skilled assassin." I spoke to David, feeling his swollen eyes stare holes into the back of my head as I simply dismissed the fact that my wife had been taken in broad daylight.

In reality, I already had dispatched seven units, each unit holding a total of 20 men in each. I couldn't go myself until I was called incase I was also being hunted for. A mafia isn't strong with a dead leader.

"You might not give a cats ass about that girl but I do! She's nice, even behind all of her really sharp and intimidating collection of knives and the way she tells me that she'll snap my neck twenty times a day! She deserves more than to be locked up like she has been since she was born, she wants to see the world. She just wants to live and not have to fight everyone for that!" David said to me which only further irritated me.

He spoke as if I didn't care about her, I shouldn't care about her but I do. I care if she's eaten or not, I care about how much she rests between fights and missions. She's safer with me than she is anywhere else, which is why I'm trying my best to get her back.

"I've got it handled, keep shouting like that with a dislocated jaw and you'll end up with a broken one. You're dismissed for the day." I gave him a pointed look which he understood. He was my best man but sometimes that gave him too much confidence. David nodded at me before making his way out of my office.

Now the real agenda. To find my Bella.

Aaliyah-

"Papa please-"

I was currently chained to a post, my breasts being covered and pushed against my chest by the post and big metal chains keeping my wrists and ankles together. He knew that I could escape ropes and smaller chains and anything else in between that category. After all, he was the one who taught me everything I know.

"Bella, you know that liyah holds you back... why can't that head of yours just rid of her." My father spoke, before whipping my back again and my teeth grinding against each other. He didn't deserve to see me in pain. I was indestructible. All thanks to him.

"And you have yet to kill bianchi, why have you failed when been given everything to succeed. Your mother weak, look what happened to her." His harsh words only made me want to rip his throat out myself but I couldn't mentally overcome the fact that he really was my father. The man who raised me and fixed my wounds after causing them.

"She killed herself to get away from you, she was the only sane one." I said back to him, not knowing when to stop shooting my self in the foot because that had only earned me more whip lashes from papa dearest.

He circled round me, like a hyena laughing at its prey. He leaned forward, vodka evident on his breath and the reminiscence of coke on his nostrils. Addiction runs in the family.

He grabbed my chin harshly and forced me to look at him properly, "You are mine. You are getting cosy to husband, you not allowed feelings hm? Maybe he will not want you if you can not have heirs. Perfect plan. Capishe?" Even through his broken English he never failed to amaze me.

I had heard stories of it being performed in Russia before but never witnessed or known it to be true. The sly bastard was planning to remove all of my internal reproductive organs. No baby, no distraction. No weakness.

"Prep her for operation." My father spoke before leaving the room and leaving his men with me who hadn't stopped smiling at me the whole time.

"Papa... papa! ALEKSANDR!" I shouted as I watched his retreating figure and the whip lashes started to sting more than earlier. They had cut deep into my skin and were definitely going to bruise again.

I looked up and watched as the two men approached me, already knowing all of the vial things that was floating around in their minds.

"I swear to god I'll rip you apart limb by limb if you touch me..." I warned but that didn't stop one of them from laying a sloppy kiss on my lips and grabbing my hair to pull be backwards so that he could see my breasts.

"Surprised your father hasn't had his own way with you yet, I wouldn't be able to resist such a little thing." One of the men spoke, looking down at me as if I was some sort of prize.

I drew my elbows together as best as I could to cover my breasts as he sunk his thumb into my mouth.

"No need to be shy with me baby-" he started off again before a blood curdling scream could be heard along with my choked laughter.

"you're so fucking dead..." I said to the both of them, laughing maniacally like a witch as he kept on screaming whilst I spat his thumb out onto the floor.

"She- she bit my fucking thumb off! She- she chewed it off!" He cried out before rushing out of the room. My laughs died down and the pain in my back increased and began to settle in since my adrenaline was wearing off.

My father was waiting for my alter ego to come out but I wouldn't let her. I knew I'd make it back to stefano eventually and I didn't want him to see me as damaged. A few whip marks and a surgery could heal quickly.

As the men ran out of the door a loud bang could be heard along with multiple gun shots, I slumped my head against the post and looked towards the doorway with tired eyes only wanting to lay down for just a second.

Steps could be heard infront of me, coming through the door but my vision was too blurred to tell exactly who it was since it was also dark and gloomy.

"Come on baby girl, got some home cooked pasta waiting for you back home. Just the way you like it."

The only voice that i had been craving to hear spoke to me, my stefano.

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This chapter was longer than usual but u hoped that anyone reading it enjoyed it!

I know that the chapters have been a lil all over the place post schedule wise but I'm extremely busy at the moment with college and trying my hardest.

I can't believe the last upload was November 😭

Anyway, hoping to get back on track now

Thankyou all <3

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