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...
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Warning- Subtle smut!!!
Mariana's POV
"Dove will you fucking say something... Dove?" Alfie tried again "You... you want to marry me?" I asked confused. "No I asked ya for the hell of it... course I wanna fucking marry ya" he chuckled.
"I... yes" I whispered "Yes?" He echoed "Yes!" I squealed, throwing myself onto him in a hug "Alright fucking hell" he groaned, falling backwards onto the floor, with me now laying on top of him.
I sat up, straddling him as I smiled He wanted to marry me... to become husband and wife He wanted us to commit to each other "I love you" I said excitedly, leaning down to kiss him.
I felt him laugh against me "I love you too, when you're not trying to kill me" he groaned, shifting on the floor uncomfortably "Oh sorry" I apologised, pulling him up with me.
"It's fine dove, you said yes... that's worth the broken back" he mumbled, his hands finding my hips as he pulled me into him "So... how do we celebrate?" I asked, my smile returning "Dinner... whiskey... quick fuck?" He suggested.
"Ah yes, because a quick fuck is all our engagement is worth" I teased, slipping out his grip and walking off into the kitchen "Dove I didn't mean it like that" he began, making me nearly burst out laughing, but I remained strong and ignored him.
"Dove? Dove I'm sorry alright" he apologised, and I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped me. His face dropped as he came in the kitchen, realising I was joking "Ah fuck sake" he grumbled, waving off my laughing and trudging across the kitchen to sit down.
I tried to control my laughter as I climbed into his lap again "Let's have a party" I suggested, making his face instantly fall "Categorically... no" he said, pulling me closer and burying his head in my neck "Why?" I whined, it'd been ages since anything good happened... and the last party resulted in two stab wounds and Grace's death.
"Cause everyone are cunts" he mumbled "Alfie... please" I begged, moving back to make him look at me "Please" He looked at me for a moment, before throwing his head back with a groan.
"Fine" he grunted, making me smile even wider "Thank you, thank you, thank you" I squealed, planting kisses on his neck, before getting up "Woah, where you going?" He asked "To plan, we need invitations and I need a dress and I need to ring Pol cause if anyone else finds out before her she'll hit the fucking roo-" "Will you breathe?" He interrupted me.
"Jesus one sign of a ring and its turned you into a mad woman" he said "A mad woman? We're engaged Alfie, you'll be my husband" I smiled "Yeah... I know. And you'll be my wife" he said deeply, his eyes raking up and down my body.
