TRIGGER WARNINGS:
MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT)
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
SWEARING
GUN VIOLENCE
REFERENCES TO SUICIDE
I strapped my gun back onto my belt after shooting a man. He deserved it, after all he did try to belittle me, amongst other things and that's hardly acceptable. "Clean it." I clicked my fingers in the air. My men quickly got to work, cleaning up the blood, the body, the evidence. I headed home, it was going to be a nice day and it was fucking hot.
I pulled at the collar of my T-shirt, trying to cool myself down. Italy was warmer than home but it was a nice change. The people here, they were very disciplined. I only had to mention Alessia's name and they would go white as a sheet. And all I could think was, how did I ever manage to be so lucky in having her as my partner.
I walked in to see Alessia laying on the sofa, her legs raised atop a pillow. I'm surprised she's resting. "And I said let the fucking bitch rot in hell and apparently that was being too harsh on the poor girl." She chuckled. I took a seat on the sofa opposite her, looking down at some faint bruising along my knuckles. She was laughing into the phone, talking to KC about how Mariano dumped his latest girlfriend, Cesca I believe.
She ended the call after a while and looked at me sideways. "What?" She asked when I didn't bother speaking. I was just looking at her. Seeing her beauty, seeing her beneath it all. "Let's go out." I smiled. "Where? I can't fucking be bothered Ace." She shook her head, her lips forming a plump frown.
"Somewhere nice." I stood up and held out my hands for her. She seemed unconvinced but took them anyway. She stood up and held onto my arms tightly. "No..not yet." She sighed, relaxing her grip.
She was a couple days overdue now. It was particularly taxing on her body. "Well do you want me to take you to bed first." I whispered into her ear as I brushed her hair from her face. "No Ace. I can't. I know it's supposed to help but I'm so uncomfortable." She said quietly. I smiled and kissed her forehead. "All right. Let's go. I promise it's somewhere nice." She hummed. "All right fine." She agreed giving it to me very easily.
In an hours time we were by the beach. It was midday now and the sun was bright, high in the sky. The cool air was ripe with saltiness. The sand warm and soft. Birds flew in the sky, calling out each other and the waves quietly lapped against the shore. I led Alessia onto a yacht I had rented for the day.
"I don't know how I feel about being on the water." She said as she held onto the edge of the yacht. I thought the fresh air might do her some good. "You'll be fine, besides the tides low." I said as I came up behind her admiring the sun shimmering off the clear water.
"All right cretin, so what are we doing here?" She smirked. I walked down the side of the yacht and towards the front. She followed after me and I couldn't help but stare at her. The sun lit up her tanned skin making her glow and the breeze fluttered her hair behind her.
She sighed and sat down on one of the sun loungers that was put out. I sat on the one opposite her. "What's wrong?" I asked her sensing her mood. She looked at me with those blue eyes, the golden specks dancing in them. "You know what...actually." She started before pulling her lips into a thin line. I hummed as I held her hand in mine, rubbing the back of it with my thumb. "I don't know if I want another baby. Would you be all right with that?" She asked me with her head slightly bowed.
She had no idea how happy I was that she was blessing me with one. I didn't need another. It was always her choice, her body. "Alessia, I don't care if we have one or two or ten. All I know is, as long as I have you, I have everything." I smiled. "Now who's going soft." She chuckled. "I don't know what to say." She spoke, her cheeks tinted pink. She was speechless, I find that hard to believe.
"Lo voglio. Ti amo così tanto, il pensiero di non stare con te mi fa male. (I do. I love you so very much, the thought of not being with you hurts me)" I sighed. "I love you too." She whispered and cupped my cheek. She winced and held her belly. "No..not fucking yet." She mumbled while taking deep breaths. She desperately wanted to meet our baby and so did I.
She lay down onto the lounger and looked ahead, the sun making it impossible to look up. I went over to her and lay beside her, on the very spacious lounger and using my arm, I propped her head up, letting it act as a pillow for her. "Kaden called me a fucking whale the other day." She scoffed. "He's a fucking dick." I replied while rubbing her belly gently. I felt the baby kick and every time it did so, my heart seemed to skip a beat. I'll also have to go and have a fucking word with my brother.
We just lay in each others company, occasionally talking and laughing. Business was good, everything was going right because we made it so.
"All right Ace. Get up." She spoke up after a while. "Why?" I mumbled, liking where I was. "Fuck me." She whispered, her breath fanned my neck. She didn't have to tell me twice.
I stood up and picked her up. She chuckled as she held onto me. Heading for the one of the many bedrooms aboard the yacht, I lay her onto the bed. "And you're sure it'll work?" She asked. I looked down at her on the white silken bed. "Perhaps." I shrugged my shoulders. She hummed. I closed the door behind me.
I grinned as I looked at her. I climbed onto the bed, on top of her. I made sure I never pressed any weight onto her. I kissed her, tasting her tongue as it danced with mine. My kisses went to her neck, where I sucked and nipped at her skin. I went lower hearing her moan, feeling her hips thrust into mine. She was hot, her arousal so very clear. I dropped down, now being between her legs. She whined being annoyed with how slow I was being. So I pulled down her leggings in one smooth motion.
Pushing open her legs, I rubbed two fingers against her panties and she moaned, she was already wet. Her eyes were closed enjoying ever second as was I. Her chest rose when I pulled down her panties, throwing them aside. Her breathing was deep and slow.
"If you want me to stop just say the word." I pulled her closer to me. I wanted her to know she could say no. I pulled her legs apart further and my mouth found her sweet tasting clit. As I began to tease her with my tongue, I held her legs and she grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets. "Fuck." She moaned. I rubbed her, getting her juices all over my fingers.
Very slowly, I gently teased her entrance with them. Then I pushed them inside her. She moaned and bucked her hips. "All right?" I asked. "Fuck, better than all right." She breathed.
So I began to push my fingers in and out. She was so fucking perfect, fuck knows what I have done to deserve her. I stopped and unbuckled my belt, dropping my trousers and boxers. I rubbed my already hard cock and again positioned myself in front of her. Slowly, I pushed the tip into her, coating my cock in her juices. I pushed a few inches more and felt her tighten around me. "Fuck." I moaned deeply.
I began to push in and out, but being careful never putting all of me inside her. Her toes were curled and she had placed a hand under her swollen belly just before her entrance. "Stop." I heard her say after a while. I stopped immediately and pulled myself out. My eyes went wide, did I hurt her? "I'm sorry Ace, it's not going to work. I'm just..it's a little painful and I'm tired." She spoke quietly.
"It's all right my love." I smiled and stood up. It was always all right. I grabbed a soft white towel from the bathroom and wiped her down, putting the sheets over her. She immediately fell asleep and I relieved myself in the shower. I lay on the bed beside her and soon fell asleep too.
I was startled awake by Andre who was yelling in my face. "What the fuck!?" I yelled, my voice deep and husky. Why is this fucking ass here and more so why did he wake me up? "Why did you wake me?" I growled as I rubbed my heavy eyes. I squinted looking at the man, he seemed panicked. I looked across the bed and Alessia wasn't there. Fuck. My heart almost stopped.
"She told me to get you, immediately." Andre said wide eyed, his throat bobbing. I didn't waste any time and pulled on my trousers and grabbed a T-shirt. As I followed Andre upstairs, ducking my head slightly to avoid the low roof, I could hear groans. I now had pulled on my T-shirt and stepped out from the inner part of the yacht.
I saw Alessia tightly holding onto the rail as she breathed jaggedly, her body shaking. "What is it?" I asked her with worry, all but forgetting my interrupted sleep. As I headed for her, I saw a small puddle of water beneath her feet and her grey leggings were now wet. Oh shit. "I'm fucking..having this baby and we're on a boat..ah fuck Ace, do something!" She growled not turning around. Her knuckles were almost white from how tight she was holding onto the rail.
"Andre, tell him to get us to the shore now!" I snapped my fingers at him. He quickly ran off to find the captain. "Fuck you Ace, this was all your fault." She gritted, bending over slightly. "I remember you had just as much fun as I did." I remarked. The way she looked at me just then, could have killed a man.
I walked over to her and gulped. "What do you need me to do?" I asked. Should I rub her back? Or bring her some water. "I don't know. Do you think I fucking know?" She held her stomach and groaned in pain. Her eyes were brimmed with tears and vulnerability.
We soon reached the shore and we got into the car that was already waiting. We drove straight to the hospital, uncaring if we broke laws. Once at the hospital we were taken to a private room and Alessia was given pain medication.
It had been two hours now and she still was in labor. It was only her and I here in this clean smelling room. It was mostly bare if not for the bed, two chairs and tv across the wall. It's walls were painted in a deep orange to make it feel less like a hospital room.
I looked down at Alessia whose side I haven't left since. I gently brushed back her damp hair from her face. Her skin gleamed with sweat and her cheeks were stained with old tears. Every breath she took was either sharp or shallow with only her groaning breaking them. But she still looked beautiful. Her hands clutched her stomach as pain shot throughout her body every so often. I stroked her head softly. "I'm scared." She whispered, her voice almost cracking. I inhaled sharply. She never admitted that before. I swallowed down a gulp and then another, making my mouth dry.
Fucking hell. "It's all right Alessia. I'm right here." I smiled gently as I held onto her hand. Fucking hell. I'm terrified. Shit shit.
Her contractions came and went, with her screaming curses or whimpering. Or sometimes both. I could see how tired she was but I knew she could do it. More hours passed. Time was going slow and it was difficult for her. She was now stood up, holding onto the end of the bed. I stood right behind her, rubbing her back. She said it helped so I had been rubbing gentle circles for the past hour. She braced herself and her body shuddered as she felt another contraction. "Fuck." She panted, her voice no more than a breath.
"I don't think I can do this. I'm scared." She sobbed quietly. I hushed her, planting a kiss to her shoulder. "You can do this, I-" I swore when she vomited onto the floor. Her sobs became louder and her panting deeper. The doctor, a kind looking man entered the room followed by a junior doctor, a petite woman. "Let's get you on the bed so I can check the progress." The doctor instructed, as he looked Alessia over from where she stood. "I'm not a fucking..dog. Do not speak to me like that." She groaned. The doctor looked a me slightly worried but I'm sure he's had his fair share of being sworn at by women. I shrugged my shoulders. "You heard her."
I helped her onto the bed and the doctor pulled down her leggings. He checked her over and called in a nurse. They began muttering things about how dilated she was and that the baby was in the correct position. I think Alessia was out of it most of the time, the pain becoming too much. "Okay, you can push now." The doctor smiled gently as he waited. Her eyes snapped open, her heels digging into the bed. "I don't want to fucking push." Alessia gritted.
I held onto her hand. "Fucking push." I couldn't help but smile. She held my hand tighter and growled. "Fucking push." She mocked as she did indeed push. Sweat beaded her forehead, her body shook from the pain and her eyes were teary. She also swore many profanities at the doctor and at me. After several minutes of pushing and stopping, with my hand numb due to her crushing it, the sound of a baby's cry filled the room. My mouth dropped open as I beheld my baby in the doctors gloved hands. Alessia panted slowly, her legs dropping down in exhaustion. And then came the words I so wanted to hear. "It's a boy." The doctor beamed.
Fucking hell. A boy. My son. Our son.
My knees almost buckled as I watched the nurse take him to be cleaned and weighed. My heart slowed down and I felt tears fall from my eyes. I let them fall, my heart was swelled with happiness. "You did it." I smiled down at Alessia. Her face held a gentle smile as she closed her eyes.
The next hour was a blur. Alessia was checked over and she was now sleeping being very exhausted. The room was cleaned and I was now sat on the cushioned chair beside her bed. I don't know what time it was but I was fucking tired but wide awake at the same time.
Shortly, the nurse came back with a small quiet bundle in her arms. I fear I wasn't even breathing at all. She smiled and told me about the baby's health. How he was strong and healthy. Perfect. She asked if I wanted to hold him and a single tear ran down my cheek. I nodded unable to speak. She handed me the bundle, instructing me to make sure I held his head properly. When she left the room, I stared down at our baby. A perfect little boy. He hardly stirred in my arms. I looked at his tiny lips, his closed eyes and his head. Full of dark hair. He was mine to protect, mine to love and care for, mine to raise. I held him for a long while, just admiring the features he got from both Alessia and I.
"What's going on?" Alessia mumbled as she struggled to sit upright. She winced, no doubt feeling immense pain. I don't know how women do it. She was in a dazed state, being drugged up. "How are you feeling?" I asked her. "I feel mostly numb." She muttered a reply. When she turned to face me, her gaze immediately landed on what I held. Her lips curled up to a small smile, one that meant finally about time. A gulp ran down her throat as I stood up, taking the three steps to her bedside.
She held out her arms and I carefully placed our son into her arms. Her breath hitched upon just having him in her arms. The baby she waited so long to see. She gazed down, running a finger gently across his cheek. He stuck out his tiny tongue to lick his lips and fussed slightly, knowing that he was with his mother. Alessia just looked at him, like I did. "He's beautiful." She whispered. "I'm sorry for what I said, you've given me him, I could not ask for anything else." She smiled as she looked at me.
"My love, you made us a family." I smiled back, rubbing her shoulder as I gazed down, seeing how naturally she held him. She ran a finger through his dark hair. "He's going to look like you." She chuckled quietly. "What have you decided?" I asked her getting impatient.
She hummed and gazed adoringly at our baby. "Vicenzo...Vicenzo Ferrari Hernandez." She spoke softly. Vicenzo. The name was fucking perfect. "Vy-Ken-zo." I tested out the name. "I love it. I love you." I kissed her head, my heart thrumming with love.
"I love you too, even though you did shit all." She smiled never once averting her gaze from the most precious baby we both made.
Night fell and we were staying over to ensure Alessia was definitely all right. She was fast asleep, needing time to recover and rest. The room was dark, with only a soft lamp omitting light. To one side of the room, I stood watching Vicenzo sleep. His tiny chest rose and fell evenly. Every so often he would stir and I resisted the urge to pick him up.
The door to our room was opened, letting light fill the room. It closed behind Mariano who trudged in quietly. I shushed him, the whites of his eyes gleaming. He walked over to Alessia, seeing her asleep. He ran a hand over her head in comfort. He gently placed a kiss onto her forehead. In that moment I saw the bond they shared so deeply. Two children who found each other, facing the horrors of their lives together and surviving. "Is she all right?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper. I nodded my head, his shoulders slumped at that. I didn't expect him to arrive so soon after I texted him.
He looked at me, his gaze stopping when he saw the crib I stood by. His throat bobbed as he slowly made his way over. His hair was a mess and he hadn't worn his jacket, he must have rushed here. He peered into the crib and I saw his chest stop moving for a split second. He muttered something inaudible. I looked down at Vicenzo who slept soundly, with only his head peeking out of the blanket wrapped around him. He was what I would fight for. Him and Alessia. Everything I would do, would be for them. To make his future better, to raise him to be better.
"He's healthy, strong. Vicenzo." I whispered to Mariano. He smiled and patted my shoulder. "Congratulations Ace...I admit I didn't like you when I met you. But now, fuck, you're my brother. I've seen how happy Alessia is with you. Don't fuck it up." He said quietly.
"Congratulations to you too. You're an uncle." I smiled as I patted his shoulder. I've no doubt he would protect Vicenzo with his life and uncle wise, he would be wild. "Well fuck...Alessia was right, a baby couldn't possibly use knives. He will when he's older." He chuckled to himself. I had not a clue to what he was talking about but was too happy to give a damn.
"Did you tell everyone?" He asked. "No. Only you. She wanted you to know first." I replied. I would tell father and Kaden tomorrow, my mother, however, would never meet my son. Not because Alessia banned her but because she's dead. Father was going to lock her up for trying to destroy our family but she beat him to it. She jumped off the roof and broke her neck. We were all devastated, she was my mother after all. We mourned her and even Alessia came to the funeral. Cain was told about everything and he shot Liam instantly. Ridding him, making him follow mother into hell.
"Mariano. How do you feel about taking care of the mafia for a while?" I asked him, stifling a yawn. He shrugged his shoulders and using the back of his finger, he slowly and very gently stroked Vicenzo's cheek. "Of course I'll do it." He smiled. Kaden would step up and run my mafia back home for a while. I just wanted some time to ourselves.
It would just be Alessia, Vicenzo and I.
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I am in literal tears. There's a river forming in my bedroom as I write this.
Vicenzo Ferrari Hernandez. The heir to the Italian-American Mafia.
He had to be a boy. I have always wanted him to be a boy. Sorry to those who wanted a girl or twins.