Bella the daughter of the Italian Don is trying her best to live a normal 23 year old life although her father has trained her to kill like an assassin and sends her on missions she is less involved in the criminal world. When she meets Atlas the so...
Hell. These wedding preparations suck ass. Like how are you gonna have me help plan a wedding I never asked for. My parents have been in New York for the past month and both our moms have been just running around picking dresses, cake, rings, a venue, invitations, etc.
Today is the day that I've been dreading for the past month, I have to pick out my wedding dress. We end up going to this one designer place where they make one of each unique dress tailored specifically to the brides body.
I look around for a while before I spot the most gorgeous wedding dress I've ever seen. It has detailed crystal flowers all over the top of it.
The Dress-
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"I want that one" I point straight at the huge wedding gown. "I don't know if I like it" mamma says to me.
"I frankly don't care what you think, I like it and that is what's most important you guys are already planning the whole wedding so can you let me have this one little thing". I tell my mom
I think I stunned my mom with the way I was talking to her because her expression went cold, me and my mom have a really close relationship we never get into fights this is new to us.
Living with Atlas has been the same everyday, we wake up he makes breakfast for the both of us, we argue for a few minutes and the he gets changed and goes to work and comes back late at night or sometimes really early in the morning. The fact that he is making me sleep in the same bed and room as him pisses me off. We always wake up at completely different times though so that's a good thing and the days that we do wake up on the bed we are on separate sides.
"Mamma can I leave now I already picked the dress" I tell her
"go ahead and go" mamma says bitterly
I end up calling Atlas and telling him I need a ride home. He said he's on his way but honestly I just wanted him to send the driver.
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Atlas texts me when he's outside and I give my mom and his mom brief goodbyes then head out the door.
"Hey" I say while getting in the car noticing his piercing green eyes staring at me intently. "Hi" he returns while pulling out of the spot he was parked in. "So how did dress shopping go" he asks. "It was so boring and I basically picked the first dress I laid eyes on" I answer. "Aww are you not excited to marry me Mrs. Angelo" he says and I immediately cringe at the new surname. "Atlas, I think I like my surname better" I say to piss him off. He stays quiet staring blankly at the road and then I add "my kids are going to be Ramiros not Angelos".
"Fuck No Bella." he exclaims. "whyyyy" I whine. "Because the second you say 'I do' you are mine, my wife, the mother of my future kids and my partner in fucking crime, it only makes sense if my wife and children have my surname and I hope you are not forgetting we are fucking Italian what the hell are people going to say if MY wife doesn't have my last name Amore mio" He states like I should know better. Translation: My Love
Damn this man made that sound so fucking hot. 'No. Bella no.' The voice in my head is screaming at me. "You're such an anti-feminist Atlas" I retort. "yea I am when it comes to whether my wife has my last name or not I don't give a fuck about anyone else" he responds. "ok, ok I was just joking calm down" I say. "Don't play with me like that Bella" he says with absolutely no reaction.
God living with him for the rest of my life is going to be hell.
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We get home after an awkward and silent 30 minute drive because our moms just had to choose the farthest dress shop in New York.
Atlas turns off the car and we get out and walk to the elevator he punches in the code on the key pad and scans his finger, then press the elevator button. "Remind me to add your finger print in the security system" he says to me. "Ok" I say simply.
The elevator doors open and we both step into the pent house. "I'm going to go change and shower" Atas says after a few seconds. "Aren't you going back to work?" I ask. "No I don't have anything else to do today" he says climbing the first step. "Ok, I'm making dinner" I say just because I actually feel like cooking. "Fine by me" he yells from 'our' room.
I end up going in the kitchen and looking for all the ingredients I need to make Chicken Alfredo. After I find everything I hear the elevator ding. I get really paranoid so I take the gun Atlas hides in the kitchen and walk over to the living room.
Leo is just standing there and when he notices me he put his hands up in surrender. "Damn gorgeous you already sick of me" he remarks. His cocky remark makes me cringe "It's not that I just thought someone broke in" I say. he steps a little closer to me and whispers "maybe I did break in to see your gorgeous face". "Aww then that's to bad because my face is gonna be the last pretty thing you see when Atlas finds out that's the only thing you're here for" I whisper back.
He pulls me in by my waist and that catches me by surprise. "I really enjoyed our kiss the other day" he says. Shit we're really close. If Atlas comes down to us in this position Leo will really only be a corpse.
"Get your fucking hands of my damn future wife" Atlas shouts from the top of the stairs while he's coming down and I shudder and push Leo away.
"Your future wife?" Leo questions. "Yea we're getting married next month" I answer. Atlas is now right next to me. "I swear to god Leo if you touch her like that ever again you're going to be dead" Atlas say.
"Come on Atlas you don't really mean that" Leo jokes around. "Yes the fuck I do. Don't fucking touch what's mine" Atlas says with a glare towards Leo. "I'm not a piece of property Atlas." I retort. "You're still mine." he says like there is not argument.
I just give up "I'm going to start on dinner can you try and not kill him please" I say before walking towards the kitchen entrance. "No promises" Atlas shouts from the living room. I roll my eyes and pour water in the pot I'm going to boil the pasta in.
after about 50 minutes I was ready to plate but my 5'4 self can't reach the big plates from the top of the cupboard "Atlas can you come here for a second" I yell out for him. I hear him walking into the kitchen and walk over to where I am. I feel his front press against my back as he snakes one arm around me and rests it on my stomach and uses the other one to reach and get the plates.
after he sets the plates down I turn and face his smirk. "It smells so good Amore" he says taking in a big whiff of the food. "I know I'm defiantly wifey materiel, just don't ever expect me to cook like this everyday I'm an assassin not a personal chief babe" I say.
Hey loves kinda short chapter but the next chapter will be longer I promise. Hope you're enjoying the book so far please don't forget to vote and leave comments 💕🥰 Thank you for all your support guys.
