"Stop looking at my tits you perv," she mutters, flicking my shoulder as I laugh. I lie down beside her and pull her to me. I scatter wet kisses down her neck to the valley of her breasts, smiling against the smooth skin as her fingers tangle in my hair.
My head raises as I hear a knock at the door, Ana's eyes widening as she immediately pulls the covers up to her neck.
"What is it?" I groan, already mad at whoever it is for cock-blocking me.
"Breakfast is ready, so come down when you're decent," Alessio says, and I roll my eyes at my idiot brother.
"I can't go down to your family looking like this," Ana hisses, narrowing her eyes at me.
"Clearly, you'll have to put some clothes on first," I grin, reaching up and kissing down her neck.
"Asshole," she snaps,
I hum, "What else?" I ask, pulling the sheets down and kissing over the hickeys I left last night.
"Do you really want your whole family to know we fucked last night?" she asks in an unimpressed tone.
"Sweetheart I want the whole world to know how you moaned my name and came on my dick," I respond, looking at her with a smirk as she glares at me. Her gaze hardens and I chuckle, "I'm sorry fiore, what would you like me to do?" I ask, sitting up and pulling her into my lap.
"I'll cover them up with make up, it'll be fine," she says, taking my hands and hugging my arms around herself.
"See? Problem solved," I say, kissing her cheek as she laughs.
"Carry me to the bathroom now," she says, sitting up properly and tapping my chest.
"Anything you want amore," I laugh, scooping her up bridal style and getting out of bed.
"Wait I need to get dressed first," she says, tapping my chest as I walk into our walk-in-robe.
I set her down on the soft carpet and go to my side of the wardrobe, pulling on a pair of boxers and some grey sweats. I put on a t-shirt and a hoodie, sitting on the soft seat in the middle of the wardrobe as Ana gets dressed.
She pulls on a pair of black flared leggings and socks, putting on a sports bra before going and taking one of my hoodies.
"You look so good in my clothes," I grin, earning a dramatic eye roll as she walks out and into the ensuite.
I go to our bed and lie down, closing my eyes as I wait for my girlfriend. I don't know how long I lie there for, but I soon groan as a weight falls on my stomach.
I open my eyes to see Ana sitting on my stomach, my hands falling to her hips as I pull her down. I hook my finger into the collar of the hoodie she has on and pulls it away, frowning as I see no trace of my hickeys.
"All gone," she says in a sing-song voice,
"Shame," I frown, "We'll have to change that," I add, earning another eye roll and a smack to the head.
"Asshole," she mutters, getting off the bed and putting her hands out. I chuckle and take her hands, getting off our bed and walking out of the room with Ana.
I pull her close to me, my hand resting under the hoodie in the curve of her waist as we walk downstairs.
I can't help the small chuckle which escapes my lips as she winces slightly whilst we walk. "Everything alright there sweetheart?" I ask.
She glares up at me and I laugh, kissing her forehead, "I'll take it as a compliment," I say, giving her a shit eating grin as she rolls her eyes again. Nevertheless, she still leans into me, her head against my chest as we walk downstairs.
"Our two new favourite lovebirds," Alessio teases as we walk into the kitchen, flicking a blueberry at me as I narrow my eyes at him.
"Why are you walking like that Ana?" Azalea asks, a wicked smile on her face as Ana goes red.
"That's a great question, thanks for asking Lea," Ana says, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"At least I get railed," she adds under her breath as Lea stands beside her, earning a light scoff from Lea.
"Why are you fighting so early in the morning?" Mom scolds, walking into the kitchen with Dad.
"They're just always fighting," Al sigh, placing himself in the middle of the girls and throwing an arm over both their shoulders.
I almost laugh at how both girls roll their eyes, Ana retreating back to me as Lea pouts and goes to Dad. Here we go again.
I wrap my arms around Ana's shoulders and rest my chin on her head as I watch Lea lean against Dad, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Dad, Alessio's being mean to me again," she sighs, "It's too early for this,"
"Alessio be nicer to your sister," Dad frowns, kissing Lea's temple. "What do you want princess?" he asks.
A wicked grin forms on her lips, "I think I deserve some retail therapy," she says slyly, batting her lashes as Dad smiles widely at her. I roll my eyes as he pull out his wallet and hands my spoilt sister his black Amex. For fucks sake.
I share an unimpressed look with Alessio before Mom interjects, "Ana what do you want for breakfast ma cheri?"
"I don't mind, whatever's easiest," Ana says politely, her cheeks blushing a light pink.
"French toast," Lea says, earning a smile from Ana, "Ooh yes that sounds good," she says, leaning back against me as I hug her tighter.
"Any plans for today?" Dad asks idly, walking over to the pantry.
"I was thinking of going back to the parlour to clean up," Ana says, looking up at me as I nod.
"Need help?" Alessio asks,
Ana nods, "I'll also ask Le Aquile Rosse," she says, her body tensing slightly.
"Everything ok sweetheart?" I murmur, only loud enough for her to hear as I dip my head.
"I think Ari and Gabriel are a bit funny about me staying here, so I don't know if they'll say yes to helping," she says.
"They'll warm up to it," I reassure her, "And they love you fiore, of course they'll say yes," I give her shoulders a reassuring squeeze as she gives me a small smile.
"I'll come by later on this afternoon," Lea says, smiling at Ana who nods.
"Boys come help with breakfast," Dad says, and I reluctantly let go of Ana as I press a kiss into her forehead and walk over to the stove, the smell of french toast wafting through the air.
Life is good again.
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ok so ik it was a short chapter, but i promise next one will be nice and long xx
i have SACs for literally all of my subjects in the next 2 weeks so idk when the next update will be,
but until then, have a good day/night and don't forget to vote!!
Abi <3
P.S - if anyone has 2 spare tickets to Olivia Rodrigo for any of her melbourne shows lmk xx
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RomanceAnastasia Mancini; everyone in the underworld knows her name, the Fiore Mortale. After her Grandfather murdered her parents, she was raised as his personal assassin, learning to kill without so much as a second thought. People fear her, men fall on...
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