BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Amends.

Aaliyah Stepanov—

A groan passed my lips as I stretched out on my bed, expecting to feel rock solid abs but the only thing I felt was a pillow that had clearly been left in his absence.

We were only legally married anyway, it wasn't like we loved eachother. I didn't expect anything from him and he didn't expect anything from me right?

The early hours of the morning and once she had finished torturing the American they had taken separate showers and got into bed together.

He had started treated me like I was something that was going to break, yeah I got it- I'm slightly fucked in the head but I can handle anything. Death still has yet to catch me.

I looked out of the window, the frost on the windowsill gathering in the corner and I couldn't help but smile. If I had to stay in one place for the rest of my life then it'd definitely be Russia, and if it were possible for me to have children then I'd raise them here too.

I looked over at my clock, it currently read 11am. God! How long was I sleeping for, I know I got to bed late but jeez, that's the longest I've slept in awhile.

I made my way into the bathroom, freshening myself up and taking my medication before deciding that my silk pyjama set was good enough to get some breakfast in.

I walked downstairs, it was quiet in the house so I made my way to the kitchen- huh... all of the workers had gone.

"Eat." Was all I heard as I snapped my head around to the long table, where stefano was already sat at the head of it with an orange juice and a newspaper in his hands.

I didn't sit next to him, no- I made my way all the way to the other side of the table. Mirroring his head position and sitting down, eventhough we were separated from eachother.

"I got the scans back from your last hospital visit-" he said which made my stomach turn, oh look at that, I didn't wanna eat anymore.

"So? You shouldn't even be looking at that, it's not important and mine." I said as I shook my head, holding in my anger and wondering why he even cares.

"Well, don't look too happy, but I have some news." Stefano said whilst placing his newspaper down and taking a long, dramatic sip of his orange juice, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he did so.

"Hurry up with it would you? God I almost forgot how infuriating you can be." I muttered, refusing to look into his eyes since I knew that I'd crumble immediately.

He slid a file towards me before speaking authoritatively, we both weren't capable or remotely comfortable with letting our emotions flow freely like a real mushy couple. We had to threaten eachother and talk down on one another to hide away any weakness.

"The surgeon that was supposedly supposed to remove all of your internal reproductive organs failed. He took your left kidney and one fallopian tube. You can still have children of your own. The surgeon died a year ago from heart complications but all he did to you was take those to organs to sell for a quick dollar. And, I know what you're thinking- the reason why you haven't had regular or any periods for that matter is because of how much stress your body is under physically and mentally from our lifestyle."

I looked down at the scans that I was being shown, yep- that was it... I was able to have a little mini me running around. But I couldn't tell him the truth of how the initial surgery wasn't my idea or doing, that secret was staying with me to the grave.

"Okay..." I said as I closed the file and placed it on the chair next to me before reaching for my orange juice and taking a sip. I didn't need to hear all of this, just more stress.

"Okay?" He questioned, clearly not happy with my answer.

"What do you want me to say Stefano, it's not like I was gonna bring a child into this world anyway" I rolled my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose as I let out a sigh.

"Are you only thinking for yourself?..." he questioned, seeming to look confused as his mental barriers were let down. Was he concerned?

"Obviously, it's my decision wether or not I want to have a chi-" that's when it all clicked in my head and the humourless laugh that I let out could make a little gremlin cry.

"Now I get it..." I muttered as the butter knife I was holding got clenched in my palm tighter.

"No, blu, I didn't mean it like that-" he put one of his hands up towards me to try and reason with him but he had already set something off.

"Oh, don't you dare blu me! What? So you didn't go through all of this effort just so that I can pump out a few heirs for you? And then what? After that just gonna throw me into a mental asylum to rot, or maybe you'll have the balls to just kill me on the spot... all you mafia men scum are the same!" I stood up, my hands shaking only wanting a release of violence but I chose to throw the knife down onto the table.

He stood up at the same time as I did as he rounded the table towards me.

We were both figuring out this whole emotions thing, we preferred to choose anger instead of dealing with them. It was the easier option.

"Just shutup, shutup for one second!" He said as he grabbed me by the tops of my arms but not harshly, but this was the first time I had flinched infront of a man. I had gone soft.

"I told you because everytime I look at you all I can see is the future, away from the violence, protecting you in a pretty country with little blu's running around our fucking feet. David said I needed to man up so this is me manning up- I'm falling into a deep dark hole of emotions with you Al, but I'm afraid that I'm not interested in running away from it."

He said as he looked into my eyes, I looked back into his as I listened to his confession. I swallowed as my mouth suddenly became dry, not being able to think of a suitable reply.

"I- I think I'm falling into a deep dark hole too..." I squeaked out, not knowing the word to describe this weird feeling in my stomach.

He reached up, pushing a bit of my hair behind my ear as he shook his head and moved his other arm around my waist, my mouth was dry but my heart was beating at a million miles an hour.

"And don't worry blu, I want every part of you. Even the fucked up bits. And you can have every part of me, even the fucked up bits..." he spoke quietly, his breath lasting on my lips as I licked them- this action he definitely noticed. A small smirk on his face.

"Do I make you nervous, blu?" He asked me, the smirk not faltering but I didn't wanna let him take pride in it.

"You always have to ruin it-" I rolled my eyes, trying to push away from him to save myself from the embarrassment. He had me right where he wanted me.

"You're mine blu, and I'll be damned if I let you run away so easily." He said before tightening his grip on my waist to pull me flush against him as he pressed his lips to mine.

My knees felt weak and all I wanted to do was go upstairs and make our best attempt at making children all day, it wasn't good to have weaknesses. But this was one I could live with.

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