That fucker has pushed my limits. I have been patient with him. Giving him the opportunity to stop with his bullshit threats but he doesn't learn, does he? He sent his men to give me a crumpled up piece of paper that was left in the trolley we were using after we abandoned it in the sweet isle.
One month. Those two words kept repeating itself in my head.
After I left Amara, one of my fathers men came around the corner and hit me with the back of their gun. I knew it was his men after that Russian fuck spilled all of his secrets. Dumbass. I then knocked him out and called up Pietro to take him to one of the holding cells at the warehouse.
I had notice them following us ever since we left the house but I didn't want to alarm her so I acted as if nothing was happening. That was until 3 or 4 men arrived at the store, fully armed.
I don't know what I'm suppose to fucking do. How am I suppose to protect her when I'm not with her? I have to protect her because thats what my mom would've wanted and I'm trying so fucking hard to do that. But it's hard when's she not around anymore, knowing that one day I'll fuck up everything. I shouldn't care about her.
What is he going to do to her?
It was all a mystery. Like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
"What are you thinking?" Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. We were now back in the car, driving back home, her snacks included since she said they're 'essential'.
"Nothing." I grumbled, running a hand through my hair out of habit as my grip on the steering wheel tightened.
"Bullshit." She scoffed, resting her chin on her hand as she gazed at me. Stop looking at me like that.
I glanced over at her then back at the road, "I don't want you worrying about it amore."
She sighed, "How am I suppose to not worry about it? They were following us." I didn't tell her who was following us because she doesn't need to know.
She then leaned over the seat to grab a bag from the backseat that was full of all the junk food she got. Amara took out a pack of sour patch kids and shoved a red one in her mouth. How does she eat that shit?
"Here." She held out the sour patch kid bag towards me. Hesitantly, I took one from the bag and placed it in my mouth, chewing slowly. Fuck no.
I rolled down the window and spat it out, "I don't like it." I grumbled.
She scoffed, grabbing another sweet packet from the grocery bag. "What about these?" She held up a starburst bag.
I held my palm out for her so she placed a green one in my hand, grinning like an idiot. I shook my head slightly, unwrapping the sweet and putting it in my mouth. Much better.
"Better." I looked over at her to find she was already looking at me with that fucking smile on her face. Her cheeks turned a light pink after I caught her staring. I tried not to smirk at the colour of her cheeks but I felt my lips curve upwards slightly.
Turning my gaze back to the road, I took out a cigarette packet from the cars side door. She's gonna lecture me. After lighting the joint, I brought the cigarette to my lips and inhaled the smoke before blowing it out the window, knowing Amara hates the smell. Getting high on the feeling of the smoke filling your lungs, emptying your mind was always an escape for me. An escape from the reality I desperately wanted to get rid of.
"Excuse me sir," She glared at me, well tried to. She looks like an angry squidward. "I thought I told you to stop smoking those cancer sticks."
"Sorry signora." I took the cigarette out of my mouth and threw it out the window. Couple minutes later, I parked the car into the garage, turning it off and unbuckling my seat belt.
(m'lady)
We got out the car and walked into the house, seeing Valentina and Pietro sitting on the bar stools in the kitchen eating what seems to be a burnt cake.
"His fault." Valentina pointed her finger at Pietro as soon she saw us eyeing the burnt cake on the counter.
"Was not." Pietro gasps, elbowing Valentina's side lightly. I rolled my eyes at their childish antics as I walked over to the fridge, grabbing an ice pack for my head.
"Let me show you how it's done." Amara scoffs as she gathers cake ingredients from the cupboards. Fuck yeah. I sat on the counter next to the one she was cooking on, watching her mix the cake dough.
"What happened to your head?" Valentina asked furrowing her eyebrows as she gestured towards the ice pack that's placed on my head.
"Some Russian fuck hit me with the back of their gun." I grumbled, shrugging my shoulders.
"What the fuck? When? Why? How?" Valentina rambled running both her hands stressfully through her hair. I don't wanna worry her, I hate doing that.
"Relax," I sighed. "I'm fine." I tried to reassure her. She then nodded her head slightly in response but I can still see the worry on her face. The way her eyes brows are still furrowed, the way her eyes are distant, the way she fidgets with the napkin on the counter, all dead giveaways. Goddamn it.
"Okay, the cakes in." Amara spoke making me turn my attention to her again to find her grinning down at the oven as her dimples popped out of her cheeks.
"You're a life saver Amara." Pietro got up from his seat and came over to give her a side hug. A fucking side hug. Does this fucker know she's my wife?
I'm not jealous.
I'm not fucking jealous.
I chucked the remainder of the ice bag in the bin as Amara and fuckface broke up from their dumbass hug.
꧁꧂
After the cake was baked, Amara and Valentina decided to decorate it with frosting leaving me and Pietro to sit on the barstools.
"He has pushed my limits," I clenched my jaw, "I need you to have a group of men blow up one of their warehouses and make sure they steal any goods in there." I ordered him, watching Amara and Valentina decorate the cake.
"On it," He typed away on his phone, "anything else?"
"Make a meeting for tomorrow morning regarding this." I ran a hand down my face. Pietro nodded his head in response, getting up from his seat and walking out the kitchen. Valentina then grabbed a piece of cake and left the kitchen too, leaving me and Amara alone.
I watched Amara lick the frosting of the spoon she was using, getting some on her lips whilst doing so. God give me strength. I got up from seat and walked up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist making her turn around. I then wiped the frosting of her lips using my thumb as she stared at me wide eyed. With our eyes still locked, I brought my thumb to my mouth, sucking the frosting off whilst watching her cheeks turn pink. Licking my lips, I let my eyes fall down to her perfect pink ones as she bit her bottom lip.
"Stop doing that." I used my thumb to release her lip from her teeth, staring at her mouth the entire time.
"Why?" She breathed out, staring up at me.
I dropped my head down to meet her eye level, "Only I can do that." I whispered, noticing her breathing become heavier with each second. Eventually, I let go of her and took a step back smirking at her flustered expression. Damn.
Holding eye contact she whispered, "Tienes lindos ojos." She smirked thinking I don't know what she's saying.
(you have pretty eyes)
I dropped my head to the floor smiling slightly before lifting my head again to meet her gaze. I crossed my arms over my chest, tilting my head. "Tienes una bonita sonrisa."
(you have a pretty smile)
"You can't keep saying shit that I don't understand." She sat on top of the counter, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I could say the same to you," I stepped forward standing in between her legs as I placed my hands on either side of her, caging her in with my arms. "You think my eyes are pretty, hm?"
I watched her eyes widen as her mouth dropped slightly. "Fuck you." She groaned, leaning her forehead against my shoulder once again. Fucking hell.
"Now?" I smirked as she slapped my shoulder playfully.
Subconsciously, I wrapped my arms around her waist which made her lift her head up with a grin plastered across her lips.
"Are you hugging me?" She teased. Shit, I am.
I rolled my eyes, "Got a problem with that?"
"Nope." She shook her head before laying it back against my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I buried my face into her neck letting out a content sigh as she ran a hand through my hair. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her hand playing with my wavy hair. Fuck this feels good, why didn't I do it earlier?
"You should let me straighten your hair." She mumbled against my shoulder.
"Fucking no," I grumbled against her neck, tightening my grip around her waist. "I like my hair how it is."
"Just once?" She lifted her head up.
"Fine." I sighed, lifting my head up.
"Oh yeah, my parents wanna have dinner tomorrow." She brushed some hair away from my forehead. For fuck sakes.
I groaned, leaning my forehead against her shoulder as I closed my eyes. "Okay."
She then grabbed a slice of cake and lifted my head up, "Try it."
"You sure it's not out of date?" I squinted my eyes, taking the plate from her.
"That was one time." She scoffed, grabbing two forks from the counter and giving me one. We both took a bite from the cake.
"It's good." I swallowed my bite, putting the fork and plate down.
After we ate, Amara decided she wanted to watch a movie so she grabbed her sweet bag and forced me to give her a piggy back ride to the couch so I did. I sat her on the couch and grabbed a blanket before sitting next to her. She decided to put on finding Nemo whatever the fuck that is.
"I'm not sitting here and watching a fucking cartoon." I scoffed.
"Yes you are mister." She pulled her hood up, stuffing her face with sour patch kids.
She then gave me all the green starbursts, knowing I like them. I felt my lips curve upwards slightly as I stared down at the sweets in my hand. She remembered. I looked over at her to find that her eyes were fixated on the tv with the blanket wrapped around her.
A/N: y'all thought they were gonna kiss 😏