BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Baby steps.

Stefano-

My head jolted up from the pillow, sunlight pouring into her room as I watched David open the windows.

As I had lifted up my head she had also done the same, causing us to headbutt eachother.

"Why's your head so fucking big-" Aaliyah complained, rubbing her forehead with the palm of her hand and swinging her legs off of the end of her bed.

"Says you." I taunted back with a scowl on my face, momentarily forgetting that David was with us.

"Up and at em love birds, we're in the coldest country possible and no one speaks English!" He called out, opening more windows and making the room brighter and therefore increasing my headache.

"uomini stupidi..." those words didn't leave my mouth, nor did they leave David's.

Both of our heads snapped to Aaliyah who had a bored expression on her face. We knew she was a skilled assassin but knowing Italian? That was knew and also scary- how many conversations had she listened in on.

"Oh this just gets better and better." David said with a smile on his face but I wasn't amused one bit.

"The only reason I haven't put a bullet between her eyes is because the church wouldn't agree with it." I muttered, getting off of her bed and exiting her room and much to my surprise she was now following me.

"Oh come on, don't act as if im stupid. Italians easy Stef, it helps to know languages." She said to which I now turned around and looked down at her.

"I don't know why you think that you can speak to me on a friendly level. We are not friends. You are my wife by law and a liability at most-" I said to her with a grimace on my face, I knew that I was being harsh and cold but it needed to happen. We couldn't become attached, no way.

She was beautiful and had been through enough on her life as it is, she deserved someone who could properly care for her and protect her but I had other things to take care of that didn't involve playing husband.

"Apologies for the confusion Mr Bianchi." She spoke quietly, turning around and heading back to her room as David was making his leave.

He gave me his look, the look to tell me that I was being an ass but didn't have the balls to speak up properly about it.

I waved him off and made my way to my own room, quickly showering and changing into a suit to get on with the work load that I have to deal with for the next following days. I wasn't planning on staying in Russia for long, especially with Aaliyahs mind and how it worked. She could probably have me killed if she felt like it.

I didn't deserve to be married to her, even if it was arranged. She was now stuck with me for life, a killer for a husband and a killer for a wife. Two wrongs have never made a right.

Aaliyah-

And just like that he was back to his cold exterior attitude, he was more bipolar than me and I hadn't even done anything wrong this time. I hadn't killed anyone and I hadn't done anything in particular to annoy him. He was worse than high school girls, not that I'd know but from what i had seen in the movies it was pretty similar.

It was now a few hours after our little disagreement, I didn't want to argue with him so I had given him a sarcastic apology. If he wanted to act like a bitch then he was going to get treated like one.

I stood in the kitchen as I stirred the beef stroganoff that I was currently making, I heard footsteps behind me but I couldn't care for who it was, I wasn't in the mood to deal with more men.

"Didn't know you could cook." The devil himself spoke which caused me to stop stirring and turn my head towards him.

"Didn't realise man periods were an actual thing." I counteracted, a cocky smirk on my face that quickly got wiped off when he grabbed me by both of my wrists and held me against the kitchen counter.

"You shot a man last night?" He questioned, and this was the first time in awhile that we had willingly been this close to eachother, even if it wasn't innocent.

"So what if I did? Jealous?" I liked to play with him, his thoughts and the way he reacted to certain things I would say. We weren't as rough with eachother compared to when we first met but now it was more than a game compared to pure hatred. His cologne invaded my nostrils, the manly scent sending my hormones into overdrive. I'm supposed to hate him, I have to hate him.

"How could I be jealous, im sure half of this country have already had their way with you..." he said with a malicious grin on his face, a gun now in his hand that he had gotten from his waistband.

"Oh so you are jealous." I leaned slightly closer, allowing my breath to be felt against his cheek, I knew I was playing with fire but I craved the heat.

He ran the pistol slowly against my stomach and slipped it under my shirt, facing upwards towards my bra as the end of it touched the metal wiring.

"And you like playing with men's toys?" He questioned, my heart rate instantly picking up and pouring against my chest like a hummingbird. I wanted him, all of him.

"Kinda doing a shitty job at acting like you're not jealou-" my words were cut off as he lowered the weapon downwards. Making its way into the top of my shorts and now resting against my panties, a small gasp leaving my lips at the coldness of the metal.

"What if Davi-?" My words were cut off again by stefano who shook his head at me.

I couldn't believe what we were currently doing but at the same time every part of me craved it, it just felt natural to be with him.

But could I?

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Oooooo looks like these two are getting better with eachother as the time goes on.

Thankyou to all of those that are reading, I do really appreciate and I know im so bad with uploading regularly but it's just hard to find motivation sometimes

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