Mariana Cortez is the Queen of the North of London
She has built her empire up despite the protests and barriers of a mans world
She was also the first woman to steal Thomas Shelby's heart
She is cold, calculating and slightly unhinged
But her l...
"She isn't the sunrise, she's the fucking sun" -A.R. Asher
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Warning- SMUT!!
Mariana's POV
Silence. On the ride home. As we got in the house. When Alfie trudged into the kitchen. I sighed, hanging my coat up and sitting at the bottom of the stairs.
I don't know how long I sat there. Just waiting. For what I wasn't sure But the silence was ruined abruptly by Alfie's gruff voice.
"Well that was a fucking disaster" he stated, I hummed in response, eyes ahead as I absentmindedly stared at the floor "Still ignoring me then?" He huffed, turning around to go in the living room I reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him to a stop "I'm not ignoring you. I just have a lot of things on my mind" I said, he turned around.
"Like what?" He asked, concern in his stern voice "Like this whole American fucking mafia family shit. He clearly wants something. I just can't figure out what" I muttered, biting my thumbnail as I tried to think.
I honestly couldn't wrap my head around it. Why would he come back after all these years? he has to want something. And the dysfunction of the family was evident. They were falling apart.
I felt my hand being pulled away from my mouth, Alfie appeared before me as he knelt down in front of me with a struggle "We'll sort it out. Whatever the fucking snakes are up too" he said, grasping my face in his hands "Yeah" I whispered, more to myself than him.
"Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?" I asked him after a moment "You were the one ignoring me dove" he said "Alfie" I groaned "Fine. I'm not mad at you. You're not mad at me. Clear?" He said, I nodded, a small smile gracing my face as I looked at him.
Why does he have to look so handsome?
"What?" He asked My hands sought out his collar, pulling him into me and crashing my lips onto his. It's been over a week since I last kissed Alfie, and it was honestly something I couldn't live without.
He was so rough, yet gentle at the same time. His arms leant either side of my legs on the steps, his fingers trailing over my thighs as I held his face, his beard rough against my skin. I moaned into him, pulling him even closer as I stood up.
I tugged him up the stairs, the only sound were our moans as Eve was out late and the dogs were asleep I stumbled my way to the bedroom, still holding onto Alfie as we kissed, his tongue caressing mine as his hand found my hair, the other encircling my waist as my back hit the door.
He broke away from my lips, leaning his forehead on mine as we finally caught our breaths "Dove... I think we need to stop" he breathed out, I shook my head softly "I don't want to stop" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
