BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Adventuring.

Stefano-

As we sat on the jet, fifteen minutes away from the chosen destination I could only sit and think of scenarios.

Maybe she'd try to shoot me, strangle me, castrate me.

Or maybe she'd love this surprise and we'd run off into the sunset together.

Who was I kidding?

I ran my hand up and down her arm in a comforting manner, flying was tiring if you weren't used to it. Her head was rested on my shoulder and her light snores brushed against my neck.

How could something so deadly and poisonous be so nice to look at?

I had a reputation to uphold, eventhough I was already 'happily' married to her I wanted to know more. The fighting wasn't exciting anymore, it was a chore and bored me greatly. But how could I admit that without admitting failure. I had met more than just my match.

I nudged her carefully, "We'll be there soon, get ready."

She stirred slightly before raising her head from my shoulder and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she mumbled an apology for falling asleep on my shoulder before buckling her seatbelt and peering out of the window at the snowy landscape that was coming into view.

I could sense a hint of Deja vu in her eyes but I knew that it hadn't all come together completely.

I looked down at my phone for any updates on shipments but my attention was now focused towards a large gasp that Aaliyah had let out.

"no fucking way..." she said in shock before placing her hands up to the window like a kid on Christmas.

"mat' Rossiya." She said again, causing me to fully turn myself towards her.

"What have I said about that language in my space?" I questioned before she turned to me with a smirk on her face.

"Well baby, you better get learning. Italian is more foreign here than dragons." She knew she was annoying me but she wasn't wrong either.

"There's cars waiting for us on the tarmac, collect your things." I sighed and watched as she made her way to the overhead locker, no longer caring for the seatbelt sign anymore.

"Oh I won't be following you- I've got some people to see so you can go and get settled in and I'll be with you later. Maybe." She shrugged so casually before taking a seat again and using a phone to make multiple private messages.

I grinder my jaw and slowly turned to her, my eyes narrowing slightly at her defiance- "I believe that I'm the reason that you're even here-" I was cut off by her, rudely of course.

"Listen here bianchi. I was a prisoner in your home, now you're a prisoner in mine. Just because you're a big Italian mafia man doesn't mean that you have any superiority here. The Russian mafia aren't just organised crime, the people worship them. And the people don't like foreigners. Without me you're just a walking annoying little pizza and pasta man." She spoke with amusement in her voice but also annoyance and anger. Eventhough she was particularly correct I didn't like the way she went about it.

"And with no money? No house? What're you gonna do, mingle with the homeless?" I questioned with a scoff and rolling my eyes at her confidence.

I heard her laughing and was trying my hardest to control my anger, I knew that she was being cocky just because she was excited. But it was starting to annoy me now.

"This is MY country. MY people. I could have the biggest estate with the shiniest jewels with just one phone call. What I say goes now. Join me for the ride or get eaten alive. That's up to you. But just so you know, the people are pissed that my father married me off to an Italian man. It's not very traditional." She said before organising her belongings and taking a seat again.

"So what? You think that you can just run free and nothing will happen?" I questioned back, turning my face towards her.

"Yup, because what I say here goes. People actually like me funnily enough. So they weren't the happiest when they found out that I had been forced to marry you. Just a little tip, I suggest you up your personal security..." she shrugged with a smile now on her face.

I let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand down my face, I thought that Russia would've been a quick escape. Maybe her father's men wouldn't have suspected us to be here. But unfortunately she had won this one.

I had just returned a tiger back into its natural habitat to be top of the food chain once again.

May god help us all.

"Mamma Mia..." I muttered in response to it all, earning a side glance from one of the flight attendants.

Great. They really don't like Italians.

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a little SHORTER I know, just wanted to get an update of some sorts out since I feel like I'm slightly slacking.

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