AARON
It's been a month since my vacation with Trinity, and I haven't felt any better than I do right now.
Life seems great.
Trinity seems happy with me. I'm happy with her.
So goddamn happy.
And the Quinton's are falling into the trap Reid and Donovan constructed.
I didn't like the idea at first since it included my little sister getting involved but when Ayla went through the plans she wanted in.
I'm still not happy with that idea but I'm happy that we are at least one step closer to destroying them.
As long as their gone, Trinity will be safe.
I've been extra careful. Making sure no one has been following me.
I hired extra security too.
I was preparing to go to Trinity's house when a knock on my office door grabbed my attention.
"Come in." I cleared my throat, not expecting anyone at this time.
I had just gotten off the phone with Trinity, and she had made my voice sound raspy.
I definitely need a glass of water.
Ayla and Donovan both walked in the room, both of them having scowls on their faces as they walk towards me.
"What is it?" What do you want?" I asked, annoyed. I just want to go see Trinity.
Ayla rolls her eyes before speaking, "The plan worked."
"What plan?" I questioned, quirking one eyebrow up in confusion.
"The one I sent you two weeks ago." Donovan states, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression shocked.
I take my phone out and instantly look for the plan.
Shit, he sent that two weeks ago. How am I this late to seeing it?
I run my hand over my face in frustration before reading.
I glare at both of the people in the room.
"Your getting married?" I shut my phone off and stuff it in my pocket before crossing my arms over my chest.
"It's part of the plan, Aaron." Ayla rolls her eyes.
"A very stupid plan-"
It wasn't a stupid plan. It was a very smart plan that, surprisingly, Donovan created. It was only stupid because it involved my little sister.
"It's not a stupid plan, which is surprising since Dino invented it." She states, sticking her tongue out at Donovan as he chuckles in response.
I don't like this.
"We agreed to use Ayla for a mission not for her to get closer to the Quinton's." I say to Donovan as his eyes stay on Ayla instead of me.
"This plan is good, I've made sure that Ayla would be safe. She's moving into a house close to one of my houses so if something were to go wrong, I'll be there in less than five minutes. With this plan, it does get us closer to the Quinton's and it gives us an opportunity for getting information from them." He explains.
"I'll be wearing a wire most of the time, and I'll have my self-defense weapons on me." Ayla adds. "You know what they say?"
"What do they say?" I ask, annoyed with Ayla.
"Behind every powerful mafia leader, is his wife." She states like it's so well known. It's not. She sees through my confusion so she adds, "What? I've seen Reid change his entire plans completely because of his wife."
"Speaking of Reid, he already approved the plans." Donovan states, proudly.
"Your the only one who needs to approve them so we can follow through with the marriage." Ayla says.
I think about it.
Carefully.
"Fine, go on with the plans but make me at the top of your emergency contact after Donovan." I order.
Donovan smiles in approval as Ayla smirks wickedly.
"Now get the fuck out of my office."
Translation: Leave so I can go see my girlfriend.
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When I get to Trinity's house, I make sure everything is normal. No strange cars. No strange neighbors.
I enter her house in a hurry. I'm late.
I just want to hold her in my arms right now.
I lock the door behind me before saying hi to the dogs.
Cleo jumps on me while Dylan acknowledges my presence.
Dylan's mad I'm late.
I give my attention to Cleo first then Dylan. I slide my shoes off before heading to Trinity's bedroom.
She's not in there but I head to her bathroom to take a shower.
After I change I look for her.
When I walk out of her room, I find her in her kitchen, her back facing me as she hums.
I walk over to her. I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her neck, from behind.
Usually when I do this, she giggles and then kisses me back.
Today, she doesn't do that. She just hums in response, still focused on her task.
I look at her hands and see her preparing the dogs food.
"You okay, Trin?" I ask, still hugging her.
There's two answers to this question.
I'm okay: the good answer.
I'm fine: the bad answer.
"I'm fine." She states, picking up the two bowls with the dogs food in it and escaping my grip on her.
She walks over to the dogs eating area and bends over to place them on the ground.
I adjust myself in my pants before walking towards her.
"What's wrong Amore?" I ask her, looking down at her face. She looks up at me and her cheeks are flushed.
At first I think she's blushing but when she reaches behind me and a wine glass with red wine in it appears in her hand, my thought disappears.
"Nothings wrong." She responds, downing the glass before placing it back on the counter behind me.
She's lying. I've known Trinity long enough to pick up on her habits when she's lying.
The way she's scratching her elbow with her left hand is an indication that she's lying.
"Trinity, tell me what's wrong." I state, grabbing both of her arms, gently, and placing them by her sides.
"Your late, you told me you would get home by six, it's seven." She crosses her arms over her chest, a frown forming on her face.
I kiss her lips, hoping to wipe the frown off her face.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I keep repeating it, kissing her lips after each 'I'm sorry.' "I'm sorry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"Why were you late?" She asks, her voice sounds so sad and I hate the fact that I made her sad.
"Donovan needed to explain something to me." I answer, honestly.
"Are you going to stay now?" She questions.
"I am, but first I'm going to go to the supermarket, buy everything you love-"
"Even the cookie dough ice cream?" She interrupts me.
"Even the cookie dough ice cream, and then we are going to watch a movie before we go to sleep." I explain and she smiles.
There's my girl.
She kisses me before rushing me out of the door.
Trinity and her cookie dough ice cream. The best combination.
I walk to my car and put my phone in the cup holder only to get a notification.
It's from Reid.
Urgent. Meet at the club. Plan B.
I sigh in frustration.
Plan B: Keep your enemies closer.
Fuck. Things weren't supposed to go to plan B.
Something went wrong for Plan B to be activated.
Fuck.
Plan B means two things.
One, it could take the Quinton's down faster.
Two, less time away from Trinity.
Plan B is still safe though, and we need to keep it that way.
We can't let it go to plan C.
Less time away from Trinity can turn into no time with Trinity if we have to go to plan C.
I need to make sure we stay far away from plan C.