I really hope she likes the breakfast.

I mean, I'm no chef, but I think I done alright. I know it isn't exactly like the ones in France, but it's the thought that counts, right?

Anyways, I need to finish setting up Amélie's surprise "Chris!" I call out to him, to which he lifts his head from the tree that he's wrapping the fairy lights around and nods his head up, signally that he's listening "Do you think I should wear this suit or the other one?" I ask him, kind of panicked, as I hold up two different suits.

I just want everything to go perfectly.

"Nah! This one's better." He replies nonchalantly as he finishes up what he's doing.

He walks over to me and pats me on the back, successfully pulling me out of my worrying thoughts.

What if she doesn't forgive me?

"Don't worry bro. This'll work, it has to." He reassures me as he pats my back "What are you even worrying about Romeo?" He asks.

"I'm fucking petrified of loosing Amélie because without mia belleza I'm nothing. Nothing but an empty shell of a body. If she doesn't forgive me, I don't think I'll be able to go on. My heart physically aches at the fact that I can't hug her, kiss her, talk to her or even just hold her for no apparent reason. I mean I haven't even kissed her since the other day!" I vent out to him.

"You mean yesterday?" He snickers at my childishness.

"Shut the fuck up and make yourself useful. Go and finish setting up the lights." I order him, beginning to get agitated.

When I don't hear a response from him, I look over at him and see him with a smirk on his face as he tries to hold back his laughter.

I shove his chest, pissed off that's he's seriously making fun of me right now "Awww! Is the big ole' 'heartless mafia boss' really turning soft for his fake wife?" He mocks.

All I see is red as I push him up against a nearby tree-trunk and push my forearm against his neck "She's not my fake wife. She's my real wife. The woman I love. So, yes. The 'heartless mafia boss' has become a soft, mushy mess for the woman that he loves, and I'm about to announce it to the whole of our mafia. You'll see what it's like when you find the right girl." I seethe the words through my teeth at him.

I drop him to the ground and hear him whisper in a sing-song voice "Whipped." With a slight chuckle.

I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, because in all honesty, I probably am at this point. But the thing is, I will hold the title gladly, because there isn't anything in this world that could stop me from dropping everything and doing anything for mia belleza.

"I'm going to go and pick her up. Make sure everyone is ready by the time I come back." I order him.

I walk to my car and slam the door shut as my nerves begin to bubble to the surface all throughout the drive home.

When I get home, I rush to my room and get into the shower so that I can prepare for Mél's surprise.

I hop out of the shower and get dressed then let my hair dry naturally, allowing the curls to form by themselves - since Amélie said that she prefers my "cute" curls when they're natural, so that she can "run her hands through it."

I give myself one last check in the mirror after I spray some cologne and make my way to the bedroom door opposite mine. I lightly knock on the door and wait for a response.

When I don't get one, I begin to worry and slowly open the door. I peek my head through, just in case she's in there and couldn't hear me, but when I don't see Amélie, I walk in and search for her, only to hear strange noises from the toilet.

I walk closer to the door and freeze as soon as I hear her soft, needy voice moan out "Romeo".

I place my hand on the doorknob and contemplate whether or not I should open the door and beg her to allow me to fuck her, raw and senseless, but I decide that I'd be better off pretending that I can't hear her continuous moans and sensual cries of my name.

I turn and rush out of her room, running down the stairs. Once I make it to the living room, I walk towards the mantle of the fireplace, which has a bottle of Jack Daniels sitting atop it.

I grab the bottle and take a large gulp of it, praying that it would take my mind off of my raging boner. God it's been so long since I touched mia belleza in such sinful ways, but it's clear that we both miss it.

I wait for around another hour and a half for Amélie to finish getting ready.

When I hear the clicking of heels against the marble floor of the stairs, I look up and await my déesse [Godess].

I watch as her slender legs appear first and allow my eyes to travel up the length of her beautifully sculpted figure. My eyes slide up the curve of her hip, the dip of her naturally cinched waist, the lump of her succulent tits, the column of her delicious throat, all the way up to her absolutely beautiful face, highlighting that I've found my âme sœur [soulmate]; forever.

I stand there, bewitched by her utter beauty as my mouth opens and closes in shock, wondering how I can put my jumbled up thoughts into a sentence worthy enough for such a beautiful soul to hear.

She finishes making her way down the stairs and I walk up to her, offering my hand to her as she steps onto the last step. She takes my helping hand and quietly thanks me, barely looking me in the eyes as a lights colour paints her cheeks. God, I never thought that the best assassin in the world, would be blushing at the offering of my helping hand. The thought makes me smile a small smile and make my face heat up too.

"You look more gorgeous every time I see you my love. There are no words to describe how heavenly irresistible you look." I whisper to her, against the shell of her ear, slightly nipping on the tender skin of her lobe. The action sends a small shiver through her body and causes goosebumps to arise on her skin.

I smirk at the effect I know I have on her and pull away from her. I hold my hand out to her and she looks at me dumbfounded. Instead of taking my hand in hers, she snakes her small hand into the crook of my elbow, hugging herself to my arm.

I smile at the relief I see spread across her angelic face, which makes my heart pound, and my palms sweat. I really hope she forgives me after tonight.

She slides her remaining hand into my hand, clasping them together as if we were fused to be one with each other. A burst of butterflies crash into my stomach and make me feel anxious, yet excited at the same time.

"You ready to go, beautiful?" I ask her as I use my unoccupied hand to brush a piece of her blonde locks out of her face.

She nods as she rests her chin on my shoulder innocently, whilst still locking her eyes with mine. We stay still for a few seconds, taking one another in and just standing close to one another. I use this time to sink in the fact that, the heavenly woman who is standing before me, will forever be my gorgeous wife; which makes me the happiest man in the world.

She clears her throat and motions her head towards the door "You said we should get going, right?" She asked softly.

I quickly shook my head to get out of my trance and nodded my head "Yes. Yeah, we should get going."

We make our way to the car but just as I open her door for her, I pull something out of my pocket "We can go, but on one condition," I tell her. She turns around and faces me with a raised brow "Wear the blindfold, I don't want you to ruin the surprise." I tell her with a smirk present on my face.

She hesitates and turns away from me "Oh, um- that's okay.. I- I guess you can just close your eyes when we-." Amélie cuts my disappointed rambling off with a slight chuckle.

"You Stupido di loro [Dumbass], hurry up and put the damn blindfold on. I want to get there quicker!" She tells me playfully, as a glint of happiness shines in her eyes.

My chest swells with pride at the mere thought of bringing happiness to mia belleza once again. I gently put the blindfold on her and guide her into the car. Then I make my way over to my side of the car and begin to drive to the destination.

When we pull up to the place, I jump out and round the car to Amélie's side to open her door for her.

When I do, I pull her out of the car too and walk her to the right spot, where I see everyone waiting.

I stop Amélie where she is and walk around her, "I love you, and I'm willing to go as far as it takes to prove to you that you mean the world to me." I whisper endearingly into her ear as I unravel the blindfold to reveal the whole of our mafia and our friendship group awaiting us.

She gasps as I order our mafia "Inchinati alla nostra regina [Bow down to our queen]!" They do as I say and get down on one knee and bow their heads.

My voice echoes through the forest-like area as our friends watch from the sidelines "I called you all here today to share with the world that Amélie Levine Beaumont-Basilio is my breath, my heart, my soul and my better half."

I'm about to bare a soul to the men that respect me the most, to solidify to everyone that Amélie is my world.

Here goes nothing.

"The woman that stands before you now, is the love of my life, and without her our mafia would be nothing. She is the strongest and most respected leader I know." I turn to Amélie and see unshed tears in her eyes. I grab a hold of her face in my hands and cradle my precious masterpiece "I didn't know what true love and passion was until I met you mia belleza. Without you, my heart cannot go on any longer, and my mind cannot seem to function either. I want to wake up every morning, open my eyes and see you sleeping next to me and just smile. I want to hold you when you need me and allow you to see my vulnerability when I need you. I want to kiss you senseless just because I can and I want to hug you just because I feel like it. I want to have your scent lingering in my clothes and the sound of your melodious laugh engraved into my mind. I want to smile at your silliness and cheer you on at your hardest times." I watch as multiple tears run down Amélie's face as she holds a hand to her mouth in shock of my honesty in front of our mafia.

In the mafia, showing your feeling makes you weak and vulnerable. That's always what my father taught me; I'm willing to abolish such stupid upbringings, as long as it'll get Amélie to forgive me.

I sink down to my knees and place my hands on either side of her amazing hips "So, please mia belleza, please forgive me for being such a stupid idiot and hurting the one woman I love most in this world. Please forgive me my love." I beg and plead her.

She doesn't reply for a while and just as I think she'll turn me away, she ushers me up and whispers "Get up. Get up, Romeo."

I stand and begin to apologise when she shuts me up with a bruising kiss on the lips. She moans at the contact as I quickly respond back to her dizzying kiss. I wrap one arm around her waist and the other snakes around to the back of her head to support it, and rub my thumb across the back of her head. Just as we begin to kiss each other deeper after I slip my tongue past her luscious lips, an aggravating voice interrupts us.

"E-nough PDA GUYS! I think we've seen enough for the day." Christos whines as our whole friendship group laughs.

We're hesitant to pull apart, but when we do, we mutually leave 3 soft pecks on each other's lips before fully parting from each other.

Upon the realisation that everyone was watching us, Amélie shoves her face into my chest and mumbles something about being embarrassed so I hold onto her, even tighter and shout "You may all leave now!"

When they're all gone, Amélie slowly pulls her face out of my chest, looking flushed with plump red lips "Are they gone now Rome?" She whispers to me, calling me the nickname that I've been dying to hear.

My heart flutters at the name as I try to pull myself back together "I'm not too sure baby, maybe you should cuddle up a bit more to me and then they'll all leave." I suggest to her in a teasing tone.

An embarrassed blush creeps onto her face as she nibbles her lip out of nervousness. I bring my thumb up to her lips and pull out her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth, then releasing it with a loud popping noise.

"You don't need to tease me Romeo." She says with a frown on her face as she starts to walk away.

I quickly grab onto her wrist preventing her from getting away from me "Mia belleza?" I whisper to her, to which she lifts her head up to meet my eyes, a frown still present in her face "I love you." I tell her with a big cheesy smile, which instantly brightens up her face, warming my heart.

I pull her body flush against mine. Chest to chest. Face to face. "15 letters." I say as my chest heaves with love and desire "4 words" I take a deep breath, "Say it, and it's me and you until the end of time, mia belleza."

Her eyes lock onto mine and in this moment, the world stops moving, the breath in my lungs refuses to move and my whole body stills as I wait for her response.

"I love you forever." She whispers.

And just like that; I feel whole again.

The woman I've always dreamt of having, holding and loving is mine. Truly mine.

I capture her lips in yet another breathtaking kiss and try to contain my immense happiness but massively fail when a colossal genuine grin spreads across my lips mid-kiss.

I can't help it, it's like falling in love all over again.

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