BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Understanding.

Aaliyah-

"Another!" The women and men shouted around me as I tilted the small glass upwards against my mouth and felt the fiery liquid run its way down my throat, music blasting, smoke in the air and nothing more than good vibes.

And there wasn't a single italian man in sight.

A part of me felt bad for leaving him but he had an estate to stay, security around him and he should've known that I'd have friends-

Where I was sat in the corner of the room two girls and a man accompanied me, the man in particular was currently racking up lines of coke. I couldn't go back to stefano high as a kite- it was one thing to be annoying but it was another thing to be blatantly disrespectful.

"No- I, I can't... not tonight guys." I spoke with a polite smile on my face as my words slurred.

"Oh come on Ali! You know you would never refuse this stuff, it's not like your daddy's around to slap you for it!" The man said to me, a very old friend. He had always wanted to sleep with me but even I wouldn't go that far-

They all had thick Russian accents but preferred to speak in English most of the time, it was fun catching up with them but times had changed... I wasn't a lonely druggie anymore.

"Fuck Ivan I said no you idiot!" I snapped, not feeling as welcome as I once did all those years ago, they hadn't changed. They were still trying to chase the next high whereas all I wanted was peace and quiet.

"What happened to you? Your other personality might be the one to say yes, bring her out ali. come on." He said to which I had had enough. I pulled out my weapon from my thigh holster and shoved the end of my pistol into his mouth, the girls looking at me in shock and the music abruptly ending.

"No means no you fucking asshole-" I shouted before tilting my pistol and shooting a hole through his cheek. That'll teach him.

I pulled my weapon out of his mouth and put it back against my thigh whilst he squirmed on the floor in pain.

"Anyone else!" I shouted in Russian, raising my hands and looking at the group of people before me who simply shook their heads.

They all knew who I was and what I was apart of, of course no one was going to speak up.

I reached down onto the table and grabbed two joints that had been left, atleast I can get something out of it but now my only remaining friends would think I've completely lost it. Not that they're wrong.

I found a set of keys on the table also and picked them up, making my leave quickly since I didn't like the way I was now being watched like a lunatic. I made my way out of the old building and clicked one of the keys, seeing that a small vehicle flashed as o did so.

"Perfect..." I muttered and made my way to the car, getting in and putting the location of stefanos estate into the gps.

I thought being back in Russia would make me feel at home again, make me feel wanted by the people I once felt friendly and loved by. But I was wrong, I now realised that the whole time they've preyed on my downfall. And now they only saw me as an Italian man's wife.

I reached the estate within an hour of driving, it wasn't too long but it was definitely late. Three in the morning to be exact.

I walked up to the front door to find it unlocked, maybe he knew that I was going to come back. Afterall, he didn't make much of an attempt to come and find me.

I took off my heeled boots and left them by the front door, a small smile on my face imagining stefano sleeping whilst surrounded by Russian architecture.

"Stupi-" I stared off before hearing a heavy step

"Don't let me stop you." He said, stefano of course as I turned my head to face him. I didn't want to argue, I was tired and had just officially lost whatever kind of relationships I had left.

I pulled the two joints out of my small clutch bag and held them up infront of him, I was a little drunk but not crazily. I was tired and that was about it.

"Wanna skip the arguing part and get high with me?" I questioned, not in the mood to biccer back and forth with him. Especially when he looked that nice in a pair of sweats and without a shirt.

I could tell in his head that he was contemplating whether he should or not but his mind landed on the right answer.

"My room or yours?" He questioned to which I smirked and took my coat off, leaving it at the bottom of the stairs as I made my way up them with stefano trailing behind me.

I made my way to what I suspected to be my room and sat down on my bed, the big scary Italian mafia man making his way in after me and slumping against my bed as I lit both of them and handed him one.

"You're back earlier than I thought you'd be-" he commented, inhaling and exhaling the joint that I had passed him.

"Ran into some issues..." I kept it short and sweet, he didn't need to know everything. I knew he was against me using but a little bit of marijuana wasn't going to kill anyone.

"Issues that are going to continue?" He questioned to which I shook my head.

"I dealt with it." I said in reply to him, leaning back against the headboard as he sat just by my shoulders.

"Are you glad to be back home?" He asked as I let out a breath, looking down at him and nudging his side with my elbow.

"Didn't remember this being twenty questions but for your information... this isn't home." I said to him honestly, tapping the ash onto my bedside table and looking down at him to see that he was already looking at me.

"Alright then, last question of the night aliyah. Where is your home? A different city?" He said, a softer tone to his voice than normal as my lips wrapped around the joint before blowing out a cloud of smoke.

"As it now stands it seems that I don't have one...." I replied back to him, the Italian man sat in my bed smoking the joint that I gave him with eyes that seemed to only look for me.

Maybe giving him a chance wouldn't be so bad. Afterall, the worst of it has already happened.

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