Xavier's POV:
Against my better judgment, Ayla had forced me to pick up Nova. She is happy as can be, sitting in the car with a huge smile on her face, but I am pissed. I don't want Nova here, showing her face at a fucking Mafia event.
"You look fucking sexy Princess," says Ayla, her eyes lingering on my Nova for too fucking long.
"Thank you," she smiles. "You always look hot," she winks, examining Ayla black dress.
Nova was sitting in the middle seat of the car, and I couldn't help but stare at her through the car mirror. Her off-the-shoulder black dress compliments her body shape so nicely. Fuck, I want to be inside her right now.
"Nova, when we get there you will not leave my side. Okay?" I say softly, still worried about tonight.
"Okay," she says.
"I'm being serious. Do not wander off, do not drink anything given to you without me knowing, and do not make conversation with rando's."
"Okay Xavier, I get it," she huffs, crossing her leg over her other leg, which lets the dress reveal her bare thigh.
"Fuck," I mumble, tightening my grip on the steering wheel.
At least she's talking to me, but fuck is she being stubborn. I don't fucking want her here, and she knows that. I want her home with Mija, and Gigi watching some movies. Not at the fucking Mafia olympics with all the biggest Mafia organizations.
She then begins to play with the large stone that sits perfectly on her ring finger. We went ring shopping immediately after I asked her to be my wife, and she chose this one. It has a massive 8.76 carat oval diamond in the middle, while the band is encrusted with over 200 mini diamonds. It cost about half a mil, but my Nova doesn't know that since I may have lied to her about the actual amount.
She would have smacked me upside the head if she knew the actual price. But honestly the amount shouldn't matter since the look on her eyes as she stared at the ring was priceless. She loved the design, and how sparkly it was so of course I needed to get it for her.
"We are here," chirps Ayla, looking out the window. "Time to get some information."
"How are you going to do that?" I ask.
"Kyro," she grins.
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Ayla's POV:
"You look beautiful," says Kyro, looking me up and down.
"I know, but I can't say the same for you though. You look horrendous," I say, examining the bloody gashes covering most of both his arms. "What the hell happened?"
"Someone disrespected you. They were calling you a slut, and shit like that so I fucked them up. May have gotten a couple cuts, but I don't give a shit," he says, holding eye contact with me.
Now, I may be team girls, but something about Kyro makes my heart beat a tenth of a second faster. For the longest time I thought I was a lesbian, but after meeting Kyro two years ago, I figured out I was definitely bisexual since I was attracted to him as much as I was with other girls I've been with.
He's the only guy I have ever let dance with me, and he's the only guy I ever will let dance with me.
"Who? And why? I always keep to myself," I mention.
"Some ugly bastard who's a part of the green emeralds, and why? I'm not fucking sure, but you don't need to worry about him talking shit about you anymore since I cut out his tongue."
"Aww, that's so sweet," I tease, still looking at the bleeding wounds. "Was it worth it?"
"Fuck no," he laughs, wincing in pain as I press on a cut.
His ashy blonde hair is wavy, longer on the top then it is the bottom. His umber brown eyes carry a twinkle that always draws you in, and his voice. It's rich, and smooth. Worthy of putting you to sleep.
"Let me clean this for you," I say.
"It's alright cupcake. I'll clean it when I get home. I just wanted to check in on you," he says. "I'll be on my way now."
"Kyro come on. Let me clean you up. You're hurt, and I need to make sure that you'll be okay."
"Will you marry me?"
"No."
"Then don't worry about taking care of me," he says, kissing my cheek before walking out the door.
Kyro's eyes have not left me since I've entered the building. His tattooed hands that ravel up his arms, take hold of his scotch drink swishing it in front of his face as he looks over at me from the brim of his glass.
I haven't seen him in months, and I know he's pissed about that. Nova, however, these past few months have been keeping me busy. Her, and her beautiful self. Fuck, is Xavier a lucky man.
She's commanded my full attention without her even noticing, so I haven't been able to find time for my other friends.
I approach him, and take a seat beside him. His large brown eyes burn holes into the back of my head as I order a whiskey.
"Fuck you cupcake," he grits, placing his drink down.
Here comes the speech.
"Like genuinely fuck you. How the fuck is your beautiful ass going to ignore all my texts for three whole months? That's so mean," he says, turning my body so that I face him. "What do you have to say for yourself, cupcake?"
"I've been busy."
"That's it?" He says, resting his hands on the side of both of my thighs.
"Yes."
"Will you fuck me tonight if you aren't busy?" He then asks, pulling my barstool closer to him.
"Will you do me a favour then?"
"You know I'd do whatever you asked me too. No sex needed, right?"
"I know," I nod.
We then hold our eye contact, looking deeply into each other's eyes. Kyro soon lets go of my legs, and clears his throat, throwing back his drink with ease.
"I'll only fuck you if you ask," he says. "So please ask tonight," he smirks playfully.
"Maybe," I say, holding back a smile.
"What's this favour you need?"
"I need you to find out who William Toch works for."
Based on the evidence Nova, and I have received. I have come to the conclusion that William is another puppet. His strings are being pulled by another upper person who is incredibly good at keeping their identity hidden.
"That's easy. M."
M.
The anonymous who blocked my satellite hacking to track their drug movements.
They were using Alvaro as the front man, and are now using William. We caught Alvaro, and well he's long dead. The fucker wouldn't give up any information at all. I thought he would crack, but he stayed loyal till the very end.
You gotta respect the devotion.
I would do the same thing. I would never give information about our group to anyone. No matter how much pain I'm in.
"Do you know who M is?" I ask.
"The rumour is that M is a double agent. Also that they are a guy. That's all I know. I wish I could be of more help to you," he says. "Sorry."
"It's fine Kyro. That's actually really valuable information."
"I can get more information on him," he says.
"That would be very much appreciated," I smile, my eyes lingering a bit too long over his soft pink lips.
"Cupcake, dance with me," he rasps, standing up from the barstool and extending his large hand to me. "This is our song."
"No it's not," I laugh. "I've never heard this song in my life."
"Just go with it," he whispers.
"Okay," I whisper back.
I take a hold of his hand, and he leads me on to the dance floor. He soon pulls me into his body, and places his hands around the lower portion of my back. I have my arms wrapped around his neck as I look up at him.
I rarely look up at people, but Kyro is 6'6 so it comes with the territory.
"I've missed you," he says gently, burying his face into my neck. "Also this dress looks stunning on you Ms. Creed."
"I've missed you too," I blush. "And thanks for the compliment."
"Of course beautiful," he mumbles, keeping his face positioned in the crook of my neck.
Fuck, he's making me blush too much. That son of a bitch.
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Xavier's POV:
As I sit on the couch, I am staring hard at my Nova. She sits quietly beside me with a water in her hand.
"I know it's boring, but—"
"I don't care," she huffs, placing the water down beside her before crossing her arms.
"Mama, stop acting like a brat. I'll take you home if you keep this up," I state.
"I'm a grown fucking woman Xavier. Why can't I just have a few fucking drinks. Like fuck, you are so annoying," she says, turning her face away from me.
Fuck she's going to be the death of me.
"One fucking drink. That's all," I say, grabbing her hand before she intertwines our fingers together.
"That's what I like to hear," she smiles, showcasing off her bright smile and dimples.
I just shake my head, but can't help but blush at the gorgeous woman beside me. She's basically my wife already, and I know that I'll have to let her win some tiny arguments to keep her happy.
She takes a seat on a stool, and I stand behind her. My hands run up her bare back before settling on top of her shoulders.
"Just a rosè please," she says to the bartender.
He nods with a smile, and takes a wine glass. Pouring the bottle of rose into it. Once the glass is to the brim, he hands it to her.
"Thank you," she beams, sipping off the rose that brimmed the top of the glass.
"That's it for the rest of the night," I say.
She cranes her neck backwards to look up at me, and a slight pout is etched onto her lips. Her brown eyes widen at me, and I feel mesmerized by the gold specks coming to life in her eyes due to the lighting.
"Will you dance with me then?"
"You know I suck at dancing mama," I say, scratching the back of my head.
"Please," she says, still looking up at me.
Fuck.
"Okay, I'll dance with you."
"Yeah," she claps her hand, before taking another sip of the rosè.
She then leaves the half full glass on the bar, before grabbing my hand. I tell the bartender to throw it out and he nods, before Nova drags me away onto the dance floor.
"I can't believe Christmas is in three days," I mumbles, tracing circles into her hip with my thumb.
"I'm so excited for it," she admits, her eyes sparkling. "I'm looking forward to the kids' reactions when they see their gifts."
"Me too," I smile, now looking at her soft, plump lips.
"Xavier do you—"
"Xavier, I need to speak with you," interrupts my father. "Hi darling," he says to Nova.
"Hi Frankie," she smiles.
I look at my father who appears to be nervous, fidgeting with his thumbs as he says curse words under his breath.
"Where's mom? I don't want Nova alone," I say, now holding onto Nova's hand.
"Luisa is—"
"Right here!" Exclaims mom, scaring me half to death.
"What the fuck?" I say, holding my chest.
"It wasn't that scary sweetie," laughs mom. "Nova, your dress is lovely."
"Thank you. By the way I am in love with your tattoos. Can you tell me when you got them?" She asks.
"Of course. Let's go sit over there."
My mom then leads Nova away from me, and I am now in front of my father who's rubbing his short beard nervously.
"Dad, what's wrong?" I ask.
"Oh nothing, I just... um... you are my only son, and I— we, Luisa and I, have come to the decision to let you out. You're free of the Red Dragons."
I'm free.
"Are you mad?"
"More so sad," he says.
"Why?"
"Because I'm scared you'll never want to talk to me again. You are my only son, and I thought that when you leave you'd never want to see me again," he admits, looking down to the floor.
"Dad, I love you. Even though we don't see eye to eye on things, I won't just kick you from my life. You're important to me," I say. "You're my father, and I will always make time to see you, and mom."
He just blinks at me, as if he's trying to process what I'm saying.
"I love you, dad."
"I love you too, son," he smiles softly, before ruffling my hair like he did when I was younger.
I smile widely, and walk with him over to the couch where Nova, and my mom were laughing hysterically.
"So you're telling me Xavier pissed his pants at night on purpose since he was too afraid of the bathroom?"
"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you. He said that there were baby ogres in the toilet that came out at night, and fed on people's pee to make them grow larger and stronger," mom snickers. "Then in the day he'd wait in the bathroom to catch them. You could call him the ogre snatcher."
"The ogre snatcher. Oh, whew, stop with this madness. My stomach hurts too much from laughing," she says, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Wow mom. Thanks," I say with a cheesy smile.
"Hey, I was just informing Nova here about your—"
"toilet time activities," they say together, before bursting out laughing.
Oh jeez. If my wife, and mom team up on any future fights, just know that I'll be hiding in a bedroom and crying myself to sleep at night because this right here is so embarrassing for me. Why would mom tell her these things?
"Okay that's enough guys," I say, crossing my arms.
"You have to admit. This is kinda funny," says dad, trying to hold in a snicker.
"You too," I say, throwing my hands in the air.
These people are all just acting like little shits, besides my beautiful wife even though she's bullying the shit out of me right now. Imagine if I brought up all the embarrassing stuff in their past. Would they like it? No!
"Nova?" says a voice.
I turn around, and my eyes can't comprehend who I'm staring at. How is this even possible? And how is he here?
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