ch. 7

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Important A/N below.

"Dove hai preso questo dal fratello?(Where did you get this one from brother)"
Russo asked looking at the side of Roman's head. Roman looked down at the hand he on his lower tummy. He bit his jaw. "(What is that supposed to mean?)"

"(She can't be walking out any time she feels like it.)

(She can do what ever she wants.) Roman replied this time looking at him dead in the eyes.

''Lei poù? (Can she?)" Russo dared him.

"Che cazzo é I'll tuo problema, Russo? (What the fuck is your problem, Russo?)"

"Ti sei fatto in sacco do soldi Romanov. Di tutti muti....(You fucked up big time Romanov. Out of all the dumb.....)"

"Sono ancora Don! Guarda como mi parli. (I'm still Don. Watch the way you speak to me.)"

"Hai fatto un errore Don. (You made mistake. Don.)" Russo hissed. Roman had the mind to shoot his cousin in the head but he couldn't. He cared for him too much. Both he and his brother.

Russo and Dante were next in line as first and second elders respectively. That's what gave them the respect in the family. It was their right.

"Da dove viene? (Where is she from?)" Dante spoke this time. Roman spared Russo a hard glance before shifting his attention to Dante.

"Duo padre é spagnolo(Her father is Spanish.)

"Cazzo!" Russo cussed out loud. Roman already knew where this was headed. Dante looked from Russo to Roman. "Faranno.....(They'll......)"

"Sai cosa? Fanculo questo! (You know what? Fuck this!)" Roman hissed and stormed over to his wife. He found her in the garden at the back. "Cara......"

"You know I'm a strong woman. I've handled a lot of shit in my life and none can be compared to this but you have to help me out here." She sighed.

There was some sort of tiredness in her voice. He already knew where this was headed. "I know......"

"What is it you're hiding from me?" She cut him off again. "Don't make this harder for me Cara."

"You are making this harder for me."

He signed. She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it. "This is just for show. Their decision is not going to make me change my mind." He took her hands so they looked in each other's eyes before he continued. "You're mine. Do you hear me Cara."

She remained silent. "Do you hear me?" He pressed, making her nod. He finally got his heart rate back to normal.

"Have you had breakfast?" She looked away, trying to dodge his question. "Lunch?" Her silence confirmed it. "Cara you need to eat."

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