BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Safe.

A few hours later

Aliyah-

I sat at the kitchen counter eating home cooked pasta that I was oh so kindly promised, the lights were dimmed slightly and stefano was by the sink cleaning dishes.

I was wearing an oversized pair of sweatpants along with a shirt that had a large part of the back cut out of it so that the lashes on my back could dry up better and evidently heal faster.

"We're moving." I heard stefano say but I didn't know what that had to do with me. I wasn't moving anywhere.

"Yeah, and what's that got to do with me. Isn't it about time you rent out a shitty apartment for me to stay in whisky you do what you want?" I questioned, spinning a piece of pasta around my fork and taking a bite.

Stefano dried his hands off on a cloth and shook his head in response to my question,

"The jet leaves in a few hours. Pack essentials. Bring a jacket." He made a move to leave but I didn't let him, I wanted to speak my piece first like always.

"So we're once again not going to talk about the fact that my father is still lingering around like a shitty smell and I don't want to go anywhere cold. California sounds nice." I tried to argue my point but he looked at me as if I was crazy.

"I have no business in California and if I tell you where we're going you won't want to come and David will have to sedate you... it'll be a whole ordeal." He shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing and approached me to take away my empty pasta bowl.

"I can do my own dishes." I replied, rolling my eyes in response to him.

"Doesn't mean you have to. You need to rest." I watched as he made his way over to the sink and began to wash my dish.

"I don't need to rest." I scoffed with my arms crossed now, sore but crossed.

"You do."

"I don't."

"You do."

"I don-"

"One more and ill cut of your pain meds and we'll see wether you do or not, capishe?" He asked to which I slumped against the kitchen counter and let out a heavy and exaggerated sigh.

"Capishe..." I muttered unwillingly, feeling somewhat tired.

"You didn't see it Bella..." he muttered in return, shaking his head.

"See what?" I questioned, furrowing my brows and raising my head to look at him.

"The room. The operating table. The surgeon explaining how he wants to remove all of your reproductive organs at once." He almost sounded upset, but why?

"So? The most they would've done is open me up and get surprised when they realise that they're already all gone." I scoffed, pointing towards a small flask, "Gimme."

Stefano rounded the table, reaching the flask and making his way back over to me, unscrewing the top of the flask and putting it to my lips to let me take a gulp before bribing it away and closing it once again.

"When?" He questioned

"When what?" I replied back confused on what he was talking about now, this man always confused me.

"When the fuck were you going to tell me that you've been sliced open and robbed internally." He pressed harder now, his face surprisingly closer to mine but he seemed angry at what he had said himself.

"Well when I was working when I was younger it was a good choice- meant I couldn't get pregnant whilst having to seduce men for information. A little sacrifice comes with the job." I shrugged, reaching out for the flask but he just took it away from me.

I looked at his face, sensing a different type of anger that I couldn't put my finger on. I hadn't seen him like this before but I was confused as to why he was even angry at anything to begin with.

"You made that choice... yourself?" I felt as though I was being interviewed by him.

"Yeah dipshit, I hate children. They're complicated and expensive. What's the problem?" I rolled my eyes and pushed my chair back in an attempt to get up but he held his hand on the back of it to stop me from moving.

"whats the problem? whats the fucking problem? that's a big fucking thing to leave out!" he raised his voice and then it all pieced together in my head.

i raised my hand up to my mouth and let out a small laugh at his outburst.

"oh i get it... you thought that you could produce a mafia heir through me." i let out another laugh as i watched his face contort in anger.

"it all makes sense now. marry the pretty russian girl. find out shes crazy. find out she also cant have children. find out that your hopes of having the perfect trophy wife gets crushed. huh... men will be men." i pushed my chair back with force this time and stood up.

my whole body ached in pain.

"be in the foyer in an hour." he grumbled before making a leave also and towards the direction of his office.

maybe now he saw me aa damaged goods

maybe now he'd leave me alone as much as i loved and hated that idea.

the man was intoxicating.

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