tw:  slightly gruesome
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Well, now I'm sick so that's fucking fantastic.

I feel like someone is cutting up my insides. I feel hot and everything hurts.

On the bright side, River is out of surgery and gets to come home in a couple of hours.

I want to hold her but she's asleep right now and I don't want to wake her up. Grumpy River is scary.

"You look like shit." Theo says, looking me up and down. We are in the waiting room, siting on these uncomfortable fucking chairs.

"Thanks." I roll my eyes and sniffle.

"When was the last time you slept, man?" He asks.

I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes. "Yesterday." I mutter. Truthfully, I couldn't sleep last night without my girl by my side so I just buried myself in my work.

Ivan's men are still at the warehouse but I was told by my wife not to touch them yet. Not without her there at least.

Those fuckers will pay for laying a hand on her.

"Yesterday? What are you, insane?" He gapes at me.

"Something called coffee."

"Something called sleep." He scoffs.

"Something called shutting up."

"You're a stubborn piece of shit." He says.

"I get that a lot."

He throws a balled up piece of paper at me so I open my eyes and glare at him, throwing it back at his face.

He slumps down next to me and I shift over because he's way too fucking close for my liking. He offers me a cigarette so I take it and stand up. He does too so we take a step outside and light our cigarettes.

He leans his forearms against the railing and inhales a puff. "I'm happy for you, man." He blurts out, keeping his eyes fixated ahead.

"What?" I furrow my eyes brows in confusion, looking down at him.

"She's changed you and makes you happy." He says, turning to me with a lopsided smile. "Don't let her go."

Where is this coming from?

"I don't plan to." I sigh, leaning against the railing and looking down at the floor. "She's everything I want."

"Good but if you break her heart I will break your face." He deadpans.

I looked him up and down, poking the corner of my mouth with my tongue and smirked, "I see." I lifted my chin slightly as he narrowed his brown eyes at me.

"Fight me you little bitch." He grits out, putting his fists by his face.

"Theo the last time I hit you, you ended up here." I pointed towards the hospital behind us.

He scoffs. "Because I wasn't ready."

"Sore loser."

"Fuck you."

I chuckle and take my phone out my pocket when it starts buzzing. I feel my lips curve upwards into a smirk, seeing the picture River sent me. It was a picture of her laying down in bed wearing my hoodie. The camera was positioned below her nose, giving me a perfect view of her pink cheeks and exposed cleavage that was covered by a few strands of her dark hair. The hood was on and her sweater paws were covering her mouth that had a small smile playing on them. Cute.

Me: Morning gorgeous
Amore: Come to bed pleasee

She's finally up. I step on my cigarette and rush back inside without a second thought.

"You're a child." Theo calls out from behind me so I stick my middle finger up at him.

I feel like a child on Christmas morning now that I think about it. But it's hard to control myself when it comes to her.

I impatiently press on the elevator button and step inside. I press the button to her room floor and rush out of the elevator as soon as it opens.

I fling open her door, smirking when her startled gaze meets mine.

"I'm going to break that damn door." She grumbles.

"Hi pretty girl, love of my life, mia regina." I grin, walking over to her. "How's my girl?"

(My queen)

"Ace, are you sick?" She scolds, furrowing her eyebrows.

I sniffle. "Just a cold." I mutter, climbing into bed with her after kicking my shoes off.

"What did I tell you?" She slaps the back of my head lightly then kisses the same spot she hit.

" 'Mm sorry." I murmur, burying my face into her neck and wrapping my arms around her, making sure to be gentle with her wound.

She brushes hair away from my forehead and places a soft kiss there. "You're hot."

"I know I am." I say smugly.

"That's not what I meant, fool." She scoffs.

"Fool for you."

"You're so corny."

"You love it." I kiss her neck and hold her tighter. This is what I've wanted all morning; her in my arms. The warmth of her, the weight of her body against mine, her closeness, everything calms me down.

"I love you." She says, trailing her fingers through my hair.

I smile against her neck. "I love you."

xXx

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck y—"

"Fuck you both!" Alea groans, throwing a pillow at me and River.

We made it back home a couple of hours ago. River is mad at me because she's on bed rest. How is that my fault? I don't fucking know. Now I'm mad at her because her dumbass won't get back into bed right now.

"Kids stop fighting." Theo says, walking into the living room with a can of coke.

"Fuck it. Theo lets go." Alea says, dragging him back out of the living room.

I cross my arms over my chest and glare at her. She mimics my action and glares at me. I roll my tongue on the inside of my cheek and tilt my head slightly. She does the same and I feel my lips tug at the corners seeing her flushed cheeks.

Keeping eye contact with her, I lick my lips slowly and lean closer to her pretty face. Loving the way her breath hitches. The way she becomes a flustered mess under my gaze.

"Okay fine you win!" She huffs, throwing her arms up in frustration.

I smirk. "Mhm."

"Basement." Theo calls out from the doorway.

River and I get up from the couch and follow him down into the basement. Men that were guarding the basement door nodded their heads respectfully as we walked through the door.

As soon as we get in River picks up a bat from the side with her left hand since her other one is in a brace. She calmly walks over to the two men that are tied to chairs in the middle of the room.

Oh dear God.

This woman will be making a blood bath within the next few seconds.

She smirks and starts tapping each of their heads with the bat. "Which one of you buffoons shot me?"

Their eyes held fear as they exchanged looks, hesitating to answer her question. They swallowed thickly and avoided her gaze, choosing to look at the floor instead.

Wrong move.

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She sighs and shakes her head with a sinister smirk. "When I ask you a question I expect you to-" She smashes the bat on each of their heads, making them groan in pain. "-fucking answer." She grits out.

"He did!" The man on the left said frantically as he breathed heavily.

"Ratting him out just like that? Damn okay." She chuckles, picking up a knife from the side. "I was stuck in hospital for a week so that's seven of your fingers gone." She says calmly, grabbing his wrists and cutting one of his fingers off as he screams in agony.
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"Your wife's crazy." Theo whispers from beside me, wincing slightly from the sounds.

"I love it." I say under my breath, gazing at her as she continues to torture them.

Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few strands falling on her pretty face, and her lips were settled into a wicked smirk. She was wearing a pair of leggings, showing off her round ass, and a hoodie with the zipper undone, revealing her toned stomach.

My woman.

I sense his gaze on the side of my head but I ignore him. Then he chuckles, shaking his head slightly. "God, you are so fucked."

"Mhm." I hummed, not even knowing what the fuck just came out of his mouth.

"Alright," She claps her hands together with a grin after making their faces unrecognisable. She really did show them no mercy. "kill them for me, darling." She says, throwing me a gun.

I'd kill for her. Over and over again. Fuck, I would do anything for her.

I catch it and walk over to her with a smirk as I click the safety off the gun. Standing behind her, I lean down and whisper into her ear, "Who's dying first, love?"

She smirks and guides my gun to the man on the right as his eyes widened in fear. "Him."

"Where did this bastard touch my wife?" I say, wrapping my other arm around her waist.

She points to her arm so I shot his arm. She points to her shoulder so I shot his shoulder. She points to her thigh so I shot his thigh.

His screams continue to echo into the basement as she points to every single spot this prick laid a hand on her. The last spot she pointed to was her neck and with one final cry, he was dead at her feet.

"And him?" I raise an eyebrow and gesture towards the guy on the chair with my gun.

She half shrugs. "His mouth is the problem." She says, glaring at him as he trembles.

I tilt my head to the side and hum. "I see." I lift my chin up slightly and clench my jaw, walking over to him.

I smirk when he visibly swallows. I force my gun into his mouth and tip his chair back a little. His cries and pleads were muffled by the gun until I shot him, killing him instantly.

His mouth is no longer the problem.

I kick his chair to the ground and throw my gun to the side, ordering my guards to clean up the mess.

She did indeed make a blood bath within a few seconds.