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Davina Romano is quite an exquisite woman. Being one of the most famous assassins in the underworld, she made her name by being absolutely ruthless in any way possible. She's been taught to be absolutely closed off, and to show little emotio...
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E L V I R A
I smile as Zade guides me into the club, our hands clasped together. He brings our conjoined hands up to his mouth, brushing his lips against my knuckles before leaving a simple peck.
It was our first night with Anthea, and to say I was a nervous wreck without was an understatement. I haven't gone drinking in a while, but I don't plan to anyway since I'm breastfeeding.
"I don't think I'm going to drink." I shrug, smiling at my husband when his eyes soften.
"Of course, habibi." He nods in agreement. "Did you pump enough milk for our daughter?" I nod at his question as we both sit down at the bar.
[Translation: My Love]
"I won't drink either, I want to protect you." He gives me a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"No, baby. Go for it, I can protect myself."
"You can," He nods in approval, "But you shouldn't have to."
"I love you." He whispers. We share some small talk until a sight catches my eye, and I furrow my eyebrows. "What's wrong, habibi?" Zade asks, following my line of vision.
I see a blonde girl sitting on Lorenzo's lap, practically grinding on him.
"Don't." Zade mutters, cocking an eyebrow at me.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I roll my eyes.
"Don't meddle, they aren't together." He sighs.
"I feel obligated to tell Davina, though. Like, if you were cheating on me, I would want someone to tell me." I frown, thinking of the idea of him cheating.
"Stop thinking of me cheating on you." He rolls his eyes playfully, he brings me up from my sitting position and pulls me into a tight hug. I wipe a tear, and sniff.
Jesus, I'm never this hormonal.
Wait.
I push him away, and glare at him.
He furrows his eyebrows, slyly moving closer to me. He quickly pulls me into his arms again, and I groan.
"Let me go." I groan into his chest.
"Never." He mumbles.
"If you put another baby in me, I'm throwing hands." I mumble, which makes him freeze.
"You're pregnant again?" He whispers, cupping my face in his hands.
"I don't know, I am pretty hormonal. Wait, no. I had my period last week, never mind." He groans, and connects our foreheads.
"Don't fucking scare me like that, pretty sure we don't need another kid yet."
