*Mature Content* (Smut) Skip where the * begins and ends if you don't want to read it.

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Arya's POV -

Elijah isn't healing? His condition is worse?

No, he has to heal. He just has to.

I watch with wide eyes as James continues to try and get through the door, but Rome just blocks his path.

"James, enough." Rome says with hardened eyes.

James shoulders sag and he takes harsh breaths. I watch with sad eyes at the two's interaction.

"What if he doesn't make-"

"Don't finish that fucking sentence." Rome snarls and his hand clenches together tightly.

"He'll be fine." He continues and I sniffle lightly. But then anger flares through me.

Part of me believes this is Izzy's fault. She never should have told Ivan where we were.

I find my own small hands clutching into fists.

James starts speaking again but unfortunately for me It's in their other language.

"Se non si sveglia presto mi sento come se potessi impazzire." He says quietly.

(If he doesn't wake up soon I feel like I may go insane.)

"Starà bene, il suo corpo ha solo bisogno di più tempo per guarire." Rome replies, keeping his eyes on the man.

(He will be okay, his body just needs more time to heal.)

"Ma devi lasciare che Wyatt faccia il suo lavoro, saremo solo una distrazione."

(But you need to let Wyatt do his work, we'll only be a distraction.)

James huffs and without another word, turns and heads for the front door, slamming it behind him.

I flinch at the noise and I feel my chest tightening. I've never seen James so angry or upset like that.

Rome stands in the same place, sighing and running a hand through his hair before snatching his phone out of his pocket.

He begins to make a call and I figure I should go and change before making my presence known.

Quickly walking back to the room I take out some clothes that I put in here a while ago before changing into them.

Brushing my hair and teeth I take a quick glance at my appearance then strut to the door.

Finding Rome at the kitchen table still on a call, I give him a small wave and he ushers me over with two fingers, gesturing to his lap.

Smiling, I sit and his free arm wraps around me. As he listens to the caller he presses a quick kiss to my head before continuing his conversation.

Pulling my own phone out of my pocket, a spark of fire erupts within me at the sight of a text from Izzy.

Izzy: Hey Arya, I'm glad I was able to see you the other day. I should be getting released in the next few days so maybe we could hang? I should be coming back to school soon too.

Shaking my head, I place my phone down on the counter. How can she act like no one has gotten hurt?

How can she act like she wasn't the one that caused this?

The one who got Elijah in this condition?

It's like she's completely forgotten about what happened and that doesn't sit right with me.

Picking my phone back up, my fingers tremble as I respond.

Me: Yeah, maybe. I've been really busy though so I'm not sure when.

I feel a little bad about it but I know I shouldn't.

I'll feel better once I know Elijah is going to be okay.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. Rome was mostly busy with his mafia stuff. I wasn't sure what it was about but his phone almost always had his attention.

He was making calls after calls and I had no clue who he could be talking to.

Wyatt was also inside the room with Elijah the whole day, I don't think he came out once. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

Standing in front of the mirror after washing up, I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste, scrubbing my teeth clean.

Drying my face with a towel, my eyes slide over to the door when it opens, which reveals a disheveled Rome.

His hair was all messy meaning he ran his hand through it more times than anyone could count. His eyes were full of stress but when they landed on me in the bathroom they relaxed and turned warm.

He gave me a cute little smile as he walked towards me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pressing a kiss to my neck, making me giggle and try to pull away.

Shaking his head he pulled me closer and continued to kiss all over my neck, his tongue coming out to trail over my flesh.

A shudder ran through me and I tilted my head back a bit to give him more access.

His large tattooed hand came to brush through my brown locks before tugging onto the end tightly, wrapping them into his fist.

A gasp escaped my lips but he quickly covered it with his mouth, a satisfied smirk crawling onto his lips through the kiss.

"A-Are you okay?" I mumbled against his lips but he only devoured me again, his tongue sliding across my bottom lip before sliding inside, swirling with mine.

"R-Rome," I said and he groaned in slight annoyance before pulling away, and I was surprised to see how much lust was evident in his dark orbs.

"Had to make a lot of phone calls today, sweetheart." He started, picking me up and hauling us back into the bedroom.

With a squeal leaving my lips when he tossed me on the bed, his body moved to hover over mine, trapping me in the mattress.

"About?" I tried when he continued to gaze down at me.

"Work." He said flatly, leaning down and connecting his lips with my cheek.

"I love you, baby." Rome mutters against my skin and I feel my cheeks blazing.

Chuckling under his breath his hands softly massaged my sides making me sigh in bliss.

"Do you want to go to bed?" I ask, glancing at the clock that states It's 9 PM.

He shakes his head, his dark hair tickling my skin and I let out a short laugh.

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"No darling, I don't want to sleep. Yet." His lips trail over my face, leaving little pecks wherever they could manage.

"T-Then what should we...do?" I moaned at the end as he bit my neck, definitely leaving a hickey.

His fingers mindlessly took off my top, and since I had no bra on it left my upper half exposed.

Raising his own shirt over his head, he pressed a swift kiss to my lips before trailing his pretty eyes lower, and I watched them turn into a darker shade of green.

Without a word he began sucking and licking my chest and my eyes widened into saucers.

"O-Oh," I squealed out as his lips trailed lower to my breasts, savoring their taste.

His eyes connected with mine as his mouth met my nipple, taking it between his teeth and tugging lightly.

My hips buckled off the bed, my core beginning to feel uncomfortable and he simply pushed them back down on the bed before his mouth travelled to my other breast.

"Rome," I said almost painfully and a chuckle left his lips. He pressed one last kiss to my breast before his fingers played with my shorts.

I couldn't stop my eyes from looking all over his now naked chest, beautiful black patterns of ink covered his skin. It left me in awe every time.

"I've been wanting to taste you for così dannatamente lungo. " Rome said huskily.

(So damn long.)

With a quick nod of my head and a simple 'yes' from my lips he was tugging my shorts down, leaving me in my panties.

He trailed kisses up and down my legs, his hands clutching my thighs and spreading them wide for him to fit in between.

"Taste?" I asked in bewilderment which made a hum escape him.

Trailing his light kisses back up and to my inner thigh, the next words he whispered against my skin had my core clenching in desire.

"I want to taste you sweetheart, I want to devour what lies between your beautiful thighs."

Before I could even comprehend what he had just said to me he wrapped his hands around my underwear and ripped them clean off.

A small moan left his lips once his eyes met my now exposed area and it had to be one of the most sexiest noises ever.

His lips connected to my inner thighs again, trailing back and forth between them and failing to find the spot in the middle.

"Please, Rome." I whined and he bit onto my thigh playfully.

"Please what, hm?"

"P-Please," I could only continue to beg for some sort of relief. His playful kisses continued to the point where I couldn't take it anymore.

I was about to scream or something but right as I was about to he placed his mouth on my center making me squeal loudly.

He softly sucked on my core and my legs spread wider when his tongue gently licked wherever it could.

I could feel my wetness down there but the sounds of Rome cleaning me up had the amazing euphoric feeling approach.

His ringed hand tightened on my thighs and my own hands reached down to tug on his black hair.

"Oh god, Rome." I panted breathlessly as his mouth devoured me with more force, his sucking increasing rapidly.

Grabbing my legs he lifted them over his shoulders giving him even more access.

"So good," He talked against my skin and I clenched my eyes shut.

"Hai il sapore del paradiso."

(You taste like heaven.)

He sat up for a moment and took off multiple rings from his fingers before lowering his mouth back down onto me.

I blushed wildly when one of his hands slid up to grip onto my breast, rubbing his thumb over my nipple before slowly trailing it back down my body and to my clit, rubbing soft circles.

"No no I-I can't." A breathless gasp escaped me as he continued to eat me out. I couldn't take the feeling. I raised both my hands up and desperately grabbed onto the sheets.

Rome lifted his mouth away from my core to connect our gazes together. The sight of his wet lips had me almost coming undone.

"You're such a good girl." He lazily said, licking his lips and lowering his fingers from my clit to my center, pushing a finger inside.

I tensed up slightly but quickly relaxed as he pumped his finger with ease. My mouth flew open at the feeling of a second finger probing at my entrance.

"Just relax, you're okay." His masculine voice soothed.

I could barely feel the pain of his two fingers pushing in and out because his mouth latched onto my clit, his teeth gently gripping onto the nub.

With one last small tug of his teeth and a strong thrust of his fingers, I came undone with a loud sound of pleasure.

His tongue travelled back to my entrance and cleaned up the mess while I was left panting and sweating.

My legs slumped onto the bed and a harsh breath escaped my lips as I tried to even them out.

Once Rome was satisfied he gave me one last long lick up my entrance before finding my lips and connecting them together.

I couldn't even move or think as I mindlessly moved my mouth with his.

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"You're perfect. I love you." Rome muttered.

"I love you too." I whispered shyly and a light laugh fell from his lips before I cuddled up in his arms, completely exhausted.

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When morning finally came around I was the first to wake up which was unusual.

I decided to skip school for today, I'll most likely go tomorrow.

Small little snores came from Rome as he slept, his tattooed back now on display for me.

His hair was even more messy than before, but that made him so much cuter.

Without much thinking, I trailed his tattoos with my finger. It had to of been really painful to get this many even though he denies it.

His body seemed to relax under my small touch so I continued to trail a path over the black ink.

With a small groan from him he was turning until he faced me, those forest eyes now open and shining with love. The small little silver piercing on his nose was glistening because of the sun.

I lightly raised my hand and poked the piercing making him kiss my finger then gently bite it.

A gasp of fake horror escaped me and a chuckle filled the room as he tugged me closer, tucking his face into my neck.

We lay in silence for several peaceful minutes before we were interrupted with a firm knock on the door.

Rome grunted but didn't answer.

Another knock.

"Capo?" I recognized the voice as Wyatt and that had both of our heads perking up.

"Cosa è successo?" Rome called out.

(What happened?)

"Elijah is awake." Wyatt said in English so both of us could understand and a smile automatically make Its way on my face, my face brightening.

"He is?!" I practically yelled back at Ian before I quickly got up, about to run to the door before Rome gripped onto my arm.

"Shirt." Rome gritted out, trailing his eyes lower.

My mouth opened as I realized I was completely bare except for a bra on my upper half. Somehow I had managed to put on shorts before we fell asleep.

Without giving myself time to blush I rushed to the drawers and grabbed one of my t-shirts.

Sliding it over my head after getting a bra as well I patted down my hair as I darted to the door, opening it to see Wyatt's relaxed face.

"Is he really okay?" I asked hopefully while Rome walked up beside me with a shirt now covering his torso. Wyatt nodded.

"He's fine, functioning well surprisingly for just waking up. James is already in there with him. It's odd as his condition was awful yesterday with his monitor flatlining once, but luckily he pulled through." My heart dropped slightly at those words.

"Can we go in and see him?" I asked and Wyatt stepped out of the way, giving us the go ahead.

Gripping onto Rome's hand, our fingers laced as I lead us to the room where Elijah was staying.