Her eyes were closed as feathery touches were left all over her face, Rose was too tired to do anything so she simply sat down in Ares lap while the mafia prince wiped off her makeup.

After all the hustle and bustle of their wedding there was no bone left in her body that was not screaming to take rest so after the last ceremony was over, they have flown to their own special condo in South Africa and have just entered the room to rest after a flight of ten hours.

There was soon going to be a ceremony to declare Ares as the mafia King and Aurora as the mafia Empress. On one hand where Ares would manage the dark world the other side Aurora would control all law and legislature while converting all black money to legal sources.

In these twenty five years the reign of the Waylon's have flourished beyond belief so more than one master was required to control the ins and outs of the Mafia.

Both Ares and Aurora's spouses would have their titles respectively but the Mafia dynasty's hierarchy was not something that was presented on a silver platter, Rose as Ares's wife and Aurora's future husband would have to prove their competence and valor to be titled higher.

While it was something that would bring honor but Rose did not understood the dark ways and killings of Mafia so unless she became someone who could shed blood without giving it second thoughts she would have the title of the Queen Consort but not Mafian Queen signifying that she was the wife of Ares, with all world bowing at her feet but as soon a matter would arise where every mafia royal would sit in a council and decide the fate of that particular matter, Rose's presence was not required.

She would be able to take all the decisions and order the soldiers, there would be no question to her powers as long as they are not extremely implicating or about major events.

This rule was made even before Ajax was crowned and was an essential treaty signed by all the crime branches and clans. After the establishment when Alaina had proved that indeed she was worthy of handling affairs even though they concern assassinations and killing or legal deals and opening dark webs. She had herself monitored and control the mingling of the small clans under their own wings.

Rose however was content in being the Queen Consort.

The girl right now being in the embrace of her husband struggled a bit to move a bit away before she opened the crystal buttons of her shirt one by one.

"Precious why don't we rest today." Rose scrunched her nose in confusion before looking at Ares' grey irises and following his line of sight.

"You think so dirty!" she giggled knowing that he was thinking something sexual. Ares tried to catch hold of the little girl before her arms was swatted away by him.

"Wait! I want to show you something Ares."

So there he was, the brooding mafia sitting infront of his wife as she took off the shirt completely before moving down one strap of her spaghetti top. As soon as the layer of fabric was peeled off her skin Ares took a sharp breath seemed to be unable to believe his eyes.

There it was in starking black ink written in cursive, a name was carved above her heart.

'ARES' those words were the only thing marking the pale skin of his baby as she looked at him with large doe eyes as if trying to see and remember all of his expressions towards her most intimate gift to him.

"Do you like it?" She whispered softly, the air of the room getting intense as her mafia prince observed the girl with intense burning eyes and Rose was transported back to all those years when she was struggling with her crush on him. The cool breeze blowing seem to be a lullaby as she recalled every single moment they spend together and the initial fear she felt.

She had been so afraid to love, to be betrayed.

How long has she waited for him, each day passing with a hope that one day he might look a her with the same feelings as she did to him.

How many tears have the pillow beside her head had drank the tears she wept in sorrow when there were no advances from his side. She still thought that this might be a dream that she would finally woke from.

But no

This was real, all of those touches were real, the way he was now watching her with deep unrestrained emotions overflowing was real.

"Rose"

Her name coming from his lips sounded so pure....truly and utterly beautiful, without a single flaw.

"Ares, that day when I saw that woman with you at the balcony......I was afraid, it was not like I did not trusted you but the truth is that I have become obsessive. I am jealous.

I have become shameful and I know all my life the things that I have taught.....I have failed the teaching but I will be honest Ares, I don't like to see anyone beside you, your time and attention, even when your eyes look at another....Why don't you see those eyes have the universe, how could anyone be able to resist.

I hate people looking at you and I have become too evil." When Rose closed her eyes pouring out her insecurities and heart out to Ares, he only pulled her closer without any single world. His lips molding with hers as his tongue entered her mouth taking away the breath that she was holding, taking away any single thing she had to give.

He wanted to possess her body like a haunted demonic spirit.

And those burning flames that engulfed them was enough to tell her..... his unrestrained rough hands were indication enough that what she had said was much more lesses than what he usually felt towards her. If she was jealous Ares wished to bury the person even looking at her.

Because the truth was inevitable.

Ares was Evil, his deeps were dark and with all the darkness he loved Rose.

He loved her like a madman.