The next morning, I wake up to my beautiful wife, peacefully asleep in my arms, with our arms and legs tangled around each other. I lay in bed for an hour or so, simply just admiring how heart-throbbingly stunning she is - even in her sleep.

When I realise that it's been about and hour of me just taking in her beauty, I decide to wake her up - with a shower of kisses rained on practically every inch of her face and neck. When I hear her soft giggles, that's when I know I've managed to wake her up.

When she looks down at me kissing the valley between her boobs, I look up at her from my position and watch as she gives me one of the most beautifully genuine smiles there are in this world. I kiss my way all the way up to her lips and give her a tender kiss, closing my eyes at how much passion and love I feel that's emanating off of her.

We part and she pulls me into her arms, allowing me to rest my head on her chest, listening to her calming heartbeat. As she plays with my curls she whispers "I love you." To me, along with 3 gentle kisses to wherever she can reach.

"I love you more baby." I tell her softly as I stroke the bare skin of her waist.

I can feel her shake her head 'no' and say "I love you most amore mio [my love]."

Thats not possible because I love her so much that my heart feels as though it might burst out of my chest at any given moment, at the mere thought of my wonderful wife, but I let her win this time, because this has been our main point of discussion since last night, after we came home from the cottage, that I took Amélie to where I declared my love to her in front of our mafia.

Amélie and I had a nice long conversation in the early hours of the morning, explaining and talking through our thoughts and feelings. We gave each other time to talk and considered how we would feel in the shoes of the other person.

It felt like a tremendously heavy weight lifted off of my chest and I was able to sleep like a baby for the first time in a very long time.

"Come here." I tell her as I look up at her, getting lost in the deep depths of her beautiful blue eyes.

She brings her face forward and kisses me like our lives depend on it, but before it can get too heated, I stop our kiss and pull away "As much as i'd love a repeat of yesterday, we need to get going for something I have planned for us." I say as I slightly, unconsciously roll my member against her core.

"But I need you, 6 rounds weren't enough for the 3 weeks we missed." She whines to me as she peppers kisses all over my face.

I chuckle at her behaviour and wrap my arms around her waist, lifting us both up from our bed "I don't want you to be too sore for what we're doing today mon amour [my love]." I tell her softly as I kiss the side of her head 3 times.

"Okay.." she says, her tone slowly becoming more disappointed as she drags the word on "I guess I'll just have to satisfy myself whilst you watch." She shrugs indifferently.

I stop walking towards the bathroom and look at her in shock "What's got you so horny?" I ask her in a teasing tone.

She shrugs as if she's about to say something nonchalant but what she says is far from it "Oh, just the very vivid memory of your thick," she trails her pointer finger down my abdomen "long," her finger dips into my boxers "hard cock" and grabs a hold of my length, stroking it "pumping and painting my walls."

She kisses up the length of my neck as I walk into the bathroom. I place her on the cold counter and she hisses at the contact of it "Spread your legs." I command her.

She does as I say and stretches her legs apart. I bring two finger and shove them into her mouth and she spends no time licking and sucking on them. Once she has wet my fingers, I pull them out of her mouth and trail them down her body.

When I get to her clit, I begin to tease it by rubbing it in small circles. She moans at the contact and grabs onto my shoulders for support "Romeo" she moans out.

I come close enough to her to whisper into her ear "I heard you in the shower yesterday, crying out my name. Tell me, mia belleza, what was I doing to you whilst you were imagining my hands on you and touching yourself? Hm?" I tease her as I lick a strip of her skin up the column of her neck and blow on it, making her shiver.

I leave a light slap on her bundle of nerves and pinch it "Don't make me repeat myself amore." I tell her as I continue rubbing her.

She moans and says "Y-you tongue-fucked me into oblivion to prove how much you love me." She shudders out as I fasten the pace of my fingers.

Looks like I'll be getting on my knees for my girl twice in two days.

I slowly kneel down, until I come into direct eyeline of her delicious cunt. I don't waste any time with the foreplay and teasing because - I can't lie - I've been very sexually frustrated and yesterdays 6 rounds still hasn't made it die down yet.

I ravage on her pussy and push my tongue deep into her wet, needy hole. In no time, my pumping becomes, sucking, grazing and nipping, making Amélie's hole close around me as she tries to hold back her orgasm.

"That's it baby, come for me." I tell her just as I thrust 3 long finger into her and suck harshly on her clit.

With that, she releases all over my tongue and fingers, bringing me immense delight as I clean up the remainder of her arousal.

I eventually finish licking every part of her clean, and I stand up and intensely kiss her, exploring every inch of her mouth.

God, I missed her.

I pull away from the kiss and lean my forehead against hers as I stare deeply into her beautiful blue eyes "I love you" she whispers against my lips.

My heart stutters at her words and my knees go weak, but I stay upright, because I know I'll never hear the end of her teasing if I melt to the floor because she told me that she loves me.

"I love you forever." I whisper back to her, leaving 3 specific kisses on her face. The first, on her forehead. The second, on the tip of her nose. The third, on her perfect lips which were now tilted upwards into a heart-throbbing smile.

I place my hands under her perfect thighs and lift her into my arms, as she wraps her arms around my shoulders loosely, leaving 3 gentle kisses in the crook of my neck before snuggling up into my arms.

I've made it in life.

I have officially found my one true love and happiness.

Forever and always.

I walk us over to the shower and wash her as she washes me. We finish getting ready after I instruct her to wear all black.

I sit on the bed replying to my emails from my legal business when I hear our dressing room door open. I lift my head to see my stunning wife and a wide grin spreads across my face as I lift an arm, signalling for her to walk to me, so that I can hold her.

Once she's in arms-length, I pull her close to me and wrap my arm around her waist, kissing her hip 3 times.

"Hi beautiful." I whisper in a voice that doesn't even sound like my own, as I look up at her.

"Hi my love. Do I look okay?" She asks in a nervous tone.

"Okay?" I say, a bit angrily.

Why the fuck would a woman as gorgeous as her ever doubt herself. It's honestly illogical for her to think that she's anything other than mesmerising and alluring.

"More like abso-fucking-lutely heavenly. Now stop disrespecting my wife like that, I'll kill you for bad-mouthing her." I tell her seriously as I stand up and kiss her desirable lips.

A smile blooms on her face at my seriousness and I think I just fell in love with her again. At this moment, all of my pain, all of my worries, all of my stress - everything - lifts right off of my chest. The heaviness of carrying - what feels like - the weight of the world just evaporated off of me; all because of her smile.

I am whipped, aren't I?

"Let's go mia belleza [my beauty]." I tell her as I stick my hand out to her so she can hold it.

She lifts her hand and clasps it in mine, bringing it up to her lips to leave 3 meaningful kisses on the back of my hand.

I stop breathing as my eyes widen at her gesture. I can feel the warmth radiating off of my face as she rubs the back of my hand with her thumb. She chuckles at my astonishment and rises onto her tip toes to give my reddened cheeks a kiss.

What has gotten into me?

I pretend like my face isn't on fire and I lead us to my car as Amélie and I casually converse about our normal random topics. This time we're talking about which Disney movie is the best.

"If you argue with me on this one, I'll divorce you," my eyes bulge as I continue driving whilst she talks.

"Rapunzel is by far the best Disney movie. I mean, have you seen the way he looks at her. You can clearly tell that he's so wholeheartedly in love with her. It's just so fucking cute." She rants out to me.

I just nod my head filling her instructions carefully and not disagreeing with her. Little does she know, I probably would have agreed anyways; Amèlie reminds me of rapunzel because of her beautiful, long blond hair, so it's safe to say, it's my favourite movie too.

I pull up to Christos's house and park in his long, round driveway. I get out and quickly lock the car, so that I have enough time to round the car and open the door for Amèlie.

I get to her side and open the door for her, helping her out of the car. Once she gets out, her eyebrows furrow as she takes in the surroundings. She looks over at me with the cutest confusion written on her face "Why are we here? Is this Christos's house?" She asks me.

I rub my thumb gently across the frown between her eyebrows and she relaxes her face at my touch. I leave a kiss in the area and figure out how to tell her why she's here.

"When you were taken," I begin as she listens intently "I didn't know what to do with myself. Fuck- I think I might haven't even blacked out because that's when I learnt that I could comprehend life without you. That day was absolute fucking hell for me; yet it was even more torturous for you. The heavy weight in my heart will not go unless I bring you justice." I tell her softly, speaking from my heart.

"Are they here?" She asks with a slight wobble to her voice, to which I nod to her question.

As soon as I detect the quiver in her voice, I wrap her up in my arms and give her a suffocating hug, kissing all over the places that I can reach. She returns the hug and wraps her arms around the back of my neck.

We use each other for stability as I say my next words "I'd like for us to both give them what they deserve - together." I whisper to her as I rub her back.

"Just you and I, Rome?" She asks with another quiver in voice that breaks my heart.

"Forever baby, never forget that my love" I whisper to her as I pull away from our hug and leave 3 tender kisses to her forehead.

She looks up at me with round, doe eyes, full of unshed tears as well as a pout playing on her lips. I cup her face and kiss her, in hopes of removing the sad pout off of her face - it does. I smile at this and place our foreheads against one another's.

"I know you may be worried, but I'll always be here to protect you. I've made sure that they're tied down securely as well as being beaten for the last couple weeks. I've got you mia belleza." I tell her reassuringly.

Her eyes hold a look of love and relief "Thank you baby, I love you." She whispers to me, a large smile blooms upon my face at her words "but, I just want you to know that I'm here for you too. I wasn't the only person who was hurt by someone in there. Just-," she takes a deep breath "I want you to remember that I'm here for you, just as much as you're here for me." She tells me in a soothing tone as she strokes the side of my hair endearingly.

I stare at her in pure awe of her softness and gentleness because, I've never had something like this before.

I've never had anyone who truly cares; never had anyone who was truly on my side; never had anyone make my heart truly soar.

She leaves 2 kisses on my eyelids as I close them and another kiss on the tip of my nose, throwing away any ounce of worry I was feeling.

We untangle ourselves from our hug and I hold out a hand for her. She brings up her hand and entwines her fingers with mine, acting as my rock, my anchor, my everything.

We walk up to the house together and enter, continuing towards the basement door. When we get to the door, a guard opens it for us and we walk down the stairs, hand-in-hand as we silently support each other.

When we get to the last cell and I hear Amélie take a deep breath when she hears multiple groans of pain and the sound of both of our father's' voices.

I take a step forward and step into the cell, upon walking in, I see a couple of guards beating both of our fathers. I lift my hand to request that they stop the actions, which they do, and then proceed to leave.

I turn to Amélie and take her beautiful face in my hands "I want to have a word with each of them before you do, feel free to stay, my love; but if you get bored, there's a certain wedding planner in the next cell over." I tell her with a mischievous smirk and a wink. She gives me a wide smile in return and I peck her lips 3 times, lovingly.

Our moment is quickly interrupted by a voice which cracks through the quiet atmosphere like a whip "Would you look at that! I always knew you were a weak pussy like your mother. I told you that love makes you weak, what is the meaning of this? Huh son?" Vincent spat out.

Amélie took that as her cue to leave, but not before leaving a teasing kiss on the corner of my lips.

I chose to ignore his childish words and walk towards the table of weapons in the corner of the cell. I search the contents of the table and find a beautiful dagger laying there. I pick it up and walk, menacingly slowly towards Vincent, watching as the fear in his eyes multiplies at my skilled knife throwing actions.

"You see, the thing is, you may think that love makes you weak, but the truth is, that you're just soo unloveable, that facing the rejection of a woman not reciprocating such feelings, made you despise love. I can understand that your feelings may have been hurt, father, but there was absolutely no need to terrorise my mother for not loving you back. THERE'S NOTHING TO LOVE ABOUT YOU!" I scream at him, unexpectedly stabbing the knife into the back of his hand (which is tied to the chair he's been forced to sit in) as he lets out a loud scream.

"You don't know what love is. But guess what?" I ask as I slip the knife out of his hand and stabbing it into the other.

"I know what love is. I've been given the chance to feel and know what love is like. And it's the best. Goddamn. Feeling. In. The. World. I have someone who's always there for me, understands me, cares for me, appreciates me and I couldn't be any happier." I tell him as I light up a cigarette from the box in my back pocket.

I take a puff of the cigarette - which I only do when I'm about to kill someone and state "She my everything and you may scold me for falling in love, but at the end of the day, she makes me feel whole and worthy of living life. She completes me in ways that I never thought were possible, and I'd never - and I mean never, in a million years - give that up for a poor excuse of a father because he thinks that my reputation in the mafia world is more important than her; because nothing will ever be more important than her." I tell him, all whilst placing cigarette burns all across various parts of his body.

I give him some time to rest, remembering that Amélie will probably want to join in on the fun too. I turn to the left and see Francois in another chair - tied up.

His head hangs low and his eyes are droopy "Well, well, well, if it isn't the man who made my wife's life a living HELL for the last 4 years." I tut with a shake of my head "I'm disappointed," I mockingly pout "I thought you'd put up more of a fight. Not looking so strong and mighty for a mafia leader now,are you?" I chuckle, pulling my phone out and snapping a selfie of myself with the two in the background, as I hold a middle finger up.

What? I can't help it, the irony of this moment is fucking iconic.

I put my phone away and walk towards Francois, I take one good look at his fearful eyes and send one massive right hook to his already-busted face. I send a couple more to his ugly fucking face, only satisfied when I hear a couple of cracks under my knuckles.

They're already in very bad shape from the last couple weeks worth of all 4 Mafia's - French, Italian, Spanish and Greek - men beating these guys black and blue, so I don't have to do much. Just the extra cracking and breaking of some bones, which I gladly take pleasure in doing.

Just as I've finished carving out the word "PUSSY" on both of their stomachs, I hear the clacking of Amélie's heels against the cement floor, coming towards us.

When she gets to the door of the cell, she takes one look at me, up and down, and a sly smirk plasters on her face "you look hot baby." She mouths to me as she stops right in front of me, straightening out the collar of my shirt.

I instantly wrap an arm around her waist and pull her even closer to me, stroking my thumb up and down her clothed body as I leave a kiss on her forehead contentedly.

She intently focuses on fixing my shirt - a sign that she's a bit nervous. So, I bring my hand up and tip her face up to me by hooking a finger under her chin. I lift my eyebrows at her behaviour and she just shakes her head "I don't really feel well, the smell of the blood is making it worse. I don't even know why I'm being so dramatic, it's not like I haven't killed people before. I just constantly feel like I'm going to be sick." She rambles on to me, nervously.

I silence her with a tender kiss to her lips, wanting to devour her lips, but instead get interrupted by a loud groan coming from behind us. We unfortunately pull apart and she rolls her eyes at the noise.

"Tick-tok, we haven't got all day. Hell awaits nobody, so you might as well just kill us now." Bitch boy Beaumont spits out sarcastically.

I thought I knocked him out. Oh well, I guess I'll leave that up to Mél now.

Amélie reluctantly pulls out of my embrace and walks towards the table that has all of the weapons on it. She looks at them all before coming to a perfect decision.

She picks up the flamethrower and presses the button of it a couple times, allowing flames to burst out of the end of it.

A smile forms on my face as she walks up to Vincent and pulls a dagger out of her thigh strap. She heats up the daggers blade by putting the flame against it and orders two of the guards by the cells to untie him and get him to stand upright.

What is my beautiful wife doing?

Once the guards get him upright, she calls another guard to take off Vincent's tattered and ripped trousers.

When that's done, she begins to walk around him, as if he were her prey, whilst she twists the dagger in her hand.

"Quelqu'un tient sa bite [Someone hold his dick]!" She yells at the guards.