BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Expression.

Stefano Bianchi—

It was currently 2:45am, I was sat in my office whilst Aaliyah slept in my bed. Somehow I'd managed to convince her to let me show her every single Star Wars film. She fell asleep halfway through the second, mumbling about how Americans had strange minds to even come up with such a thing.

"How can there be no traces?" I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a deep sigh, David sat opposite me.

Once again, there was another issue on the horizon. Aaliyah was quickly becoming the centre of my being, but she did sure know how to cause some issues.

"Stef, it must've been her man- I mean, she's the only one capable of mass destruction like this." He gestured his hands to the pictures on my co outer screen. A figure dressed in all black burning down the docks that coincidentally had thirty million us of my cocaine going through it.

"She's been with me the whole time David, why would she burn down a dock? There's no motive. It wasn't her." I shook my head, my eyes burning from tiredness and my head pounding for David trying to put this on Aaliyah.

"Well, when you're at work where does she go? When you sleep where does she go? I love her and all but... come on Stefano. Don't let your emotions cloud your judgement, that's what you taught me. You and I both know she's more than able to do something like this, and much more, the girls a grenade. One pin falls out and everything goes fucking kaboom ." David said, he didn't say it in a spiteful way. But my lack of knowledge and tiredness was making me more pissed at him than usual.

"Anyways, I'm off now. Gonna check on the rest of the guards to see if anyone found anything, fuckers are working like dogs. About time." He waved his hand dismissively, collecting his phone and cigarettes before sending a nod towards me.

"Speak about my wife like that and I'll cut your tongue out..." I whispered, looking down at the patterns of the wood in my desk, suddenly finding them more interesting.

"What?..." David said quietly, making sure he heard right.

"She is not some mental case. She is more than just a few conditions. I'm sick of everyone telling me that she is deemed less than just because she had it a little harder than others!" I exclaimed, letting out a deep breath.

My worries we're starting to turn into stress, and that stress was starting to turn into anger. If something were to ever happen to her, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I wanted to keep her locked away, out of harms way and safe for the rest of our lives. This went further than just the docks, we could make thirty million back in an hour.

I knew it wasn't her, but the guards and David thought otherwise. We had a mole, and it certainly wasn't my wife.

"Stef man... I- I didn't mean it like that... look, listen we're both tired. Let's just call it a day and we'll figure it out tomorrow..." he didn't give me a chance to reply before he was already snaking his way out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.

Even he knew not to poke the bear.

It didn't take me long to realise that I had overreacted but he wasn't going to get an apology.

"Medetti bastardi..." I muttered, reaching into my draw and grabbing a pre rolled joint. This would send me to sleep nicely, and it was much needed.

I lit the end, watching as the smoke when into the air and taking a long inhale, exhaling some of my worries away.

"Stef...?" A quiet voice called from the doorway, my head snapped up, my eyes landing on the most beautiful woman in the world.

Her hair was tied up messily, loose strands framing around her face and her tired eyes being rubbed by her hands. She had on a simply short and shirt pyjama set with a thin, fluffy blanket wrapped loosely around her shoulders.