Alexandra is your wife that is a mafia boss. You have a son with her named Arlo. Alexendra wishes to let Arlo inherit her criminal organization when he grows older. Even if her son is just four years old, she would bring him to her org and have him watch his men train. You never liked this idea, but Alexendera is stubborn about it.
"Daddy, look!" Arlo shows off his drawing of a man holding a gun with a bloody stickman. "Mama likes it! Do you?!" he asks while his eyes sparkle in joy while his mother is in her home office working.
"I am sure, my son, that your Mother is delighted that you are assimilating so much to her expectations" I look at her irritably, and she knows that I have never been slow to hand over the criminal business to Arlo
She rolls her eyes at him. "Yes, sweetie. I think it's very good." She smiles at him, leaning forward a bit and resting her elbows on her desk. "Just like you're going to be the best mafia boss ever one day, okay?" Her gaze flickers between her husband and their son before she lets out a soft laugh, trying to sound flirty but failing miserably with Nico around. He always brought out the worst in her.
"Oh," *she says suddenly, clapping her hands together, "I almost forgot! We have a very special treat tonight." She stands up, towering over Arlo. "Want to go on a date with Mommy?" Her voice is high-pitched and overly sweet, dripping with fake sugar and causing Nico to grimace slightly.
Arlo's eyes light up immediately, his little hands going to his cheeks in excitement. "Really?! Can we go somewhere fun, Mama?" His innocent question only serves to irritate Alexandra further.
I looked at her with my emerald eyes expecting to be polite to our son "I sure your Mama will take you to cery funny place Arlo" i pats his head
Arlo squeals with delight and throws his arms around her legs, hugging them tightly. "Yay! I love you, Mommy!" She grins down at him, ruffling his hair before turning to her husband with an irritated expression. "Can we go somewhere nice for once?" she asks, a small edge to her voice. Nico knows better than to answer, but he can't help the tiny smirk that plays on his lips in response.
"Okay," she finally says after a moment, giving him an annoyed glare before turning back to their son. "Let me just finish up here and then we can go." She waves him away from her office, gesturing for him to play or watch TV while she deals with the last of her paperwork.
As Arlo skips off to do as he's told, Alexandra rolls her eyes again at Nico. "Why does he have to be so cute?" she asks under her breath, trying - and failing - to keep the fondness out of her voice. "It's like you bred him just to make me weaker."
Her husband lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he walks around the desk to stand next to her. He leans down, pressing a kiss to her temple before whispering into her ear, "You never were weak where I'm concerned, babe." The endearments roll off his tongue easily, and she can feel herself blush beneath his touch.
"You know what I mean," she murmurs back, trying not to sound too pleased by the attention even though it's exactly what she wants.
It's a strange dynamic they have, this love-hate relationship that somehow manages to survive despite all of the petty arguments and hurtful words thrown around
“But this drawing is disturbing Arlo is only four years old. Such thoughts should not be in his little head" I stand at the window with my hands behind my back
Her gaze flicks up to him when he speaks, raising an eyebrow at his comment. "He's going to have to learn about these things eventually," she says defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. "Besides, it's just a drawing. He doesn't understand the full implications of what he's drawn." She turns back to her desk, feeling irritated now.
"And you know I'm right," she continues more softly, glancing up at him from under her lashes. "This is our life. This is who we are. If he wants to be a part of it one day..." She trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished but heavily implied.
Her husband lets out another sigh, looking away from her again as if considering his words carefully. "I know," he finally says. "But I just wish we could give him a choice." Alexandra purses her lips, not sure how to respond to that. "You should go get ready," Nico adds after a moment. "We don't want to keep your 'date' waiting too long." She glances down at herself in thought before nodding and going to her room to change.
Their conversation may be far from over, but for now it's put on hold as she prepares to leave the sanctuary of their home and face whatever adventure lies ahead with Arlo.
I handed her a clothes that Arlo likes when his Mama wear "He always think you look good in that i hope your date nees good approach even with clothes" i sighs "I wish you a fun date and safe retrun my Wife"
She takes the clothes he hands her with a small smile, thanking him before disappearing into their bedroom to change. Once she emerges a few moments later, she's dressed in the outfit Arlo picked out for her. It fits well against her tall frame, accentuating her curves and making it clear that she's a woman who isn't afraid to use her beauty to get what she wants.
Her hair is pulled back into a sleek bun, revealing the curve of her neck and earlobes where she wears small silver hoops. Her makeup is minimal but flawless, with smoky eyes and a deep shade of red lipstick that brings out the color in her lips. The clothes are expensive and tasteful, just like everything else about Alexandra.
She pauses at the doorway to look back at him one last time before leaving the house. "Don't wait up," she says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I might be late." Her words are playful, but there's an undertone of warning there as well, reminding him not to interfere with their plans for Arlo.
"Don't bring any hoe to my bedroom when you on date with your son" i smile with warring
Her expression softens slightly as she smirks at him in return. "You know I'd never bring anyone but you into our bed," she says huskily, her voice low enough that it only reaches his ears. With one last look, she turns and leaves the house, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.
Their son is waiting patiently in the car, sitting in the backseat with an excited expression on his face. "Are we going somewhere fun, Mommy?" he asks again, twisting around to look at her as she approaches the vehicle. She smiles down at him warmly, leaning over to ruffle his hair before opening the door and helping him into his car seat.
Once Arlo is buckled in and content, Alexandra climbs into the front passenger seat, adjusting herself so that she can see him easily in the rearview mirror. "All right, sweetie," she says with a sigh, relaxing back against the luxurious leather. "Where to tonight?"
After her declaration of coming back late and ask to don't wait for them. I stay up late until they both come back, all the while reading a book in mine and Alexandra's bedroom. I was lying on the bed in my unattractive musk
When they finally return home several hours later, Alexandra's laughter still echoes in the air as Arlo excitedly recounts their evening to his dad. She slipped out of the car and walked upstairs without so much as a glance at Nico, taking her time getting undressed and climbing into bed. The sheets smell faintly like him, but she doesn't notice or care right now. All she wants is some sleep before they have to deal with Arlo again tomorrow.
She turns away from the window, facing the darkness of their room as she finally lets her eyes close and allows herself to drift off to sleep. The events of the day replay in her dreams like a twisted fairytale, but even asleep she's aware that she will soon have to face reality again when dawn breaks tomorrow.
Next day sitting with Arlo and teaching him alphabet near Alexandra desk where she working. I ask Arlo "Someone was with you and Mommy yastarday on your date when Daddy was home?" Knowing how flirty and playful Alexandra was with other mens before our marriege i always was were on alert on metter mebgin replaced. Even if Alexandra was always faithfull and never able to betray my trust other than some flirting
"Oh!" Arlo exclaims with a bright smile, nodding enthusiastically. "There was this really nice man at the restaurant who kept giving me extra ice cream and saying how handsome I am! He was funny too." Alexandra glances over from her desk, her lips quirking slightly as she listens to their son's story.
"Hmm," Nico hums noncommittally before reaching out to tousle Arlo's hair affectionately. "Sounds like you had a good time, huh?" He forces himself not to roll his eyes at the mention of the extra ice cream and flattery. Sometimes he forgets how innocent his son still is, and how much those things can mean to him.
The rest of the day passes relatively peacefully, with Alexandra busy working on her paperwork and Nico teaching their son simple math and letters. Occasionally she looks up from what she's doing to shoot her husband a warning glare or snipe at him under her breath about his concerns for Arlo's future, but mostly they manage to keep things civil between them.
When Arlo goes to eat something the chef prepared for him, I turn to Alexandra "I see you have a good date with Arlo" my voice sounded sweet but full of venom. Aleksandra knows that I didn't come from a crime family, but I was always cunning and cunning, as if I belonged to the hidden brutal world of criminal organizations
She narrows her eyes at him, her posture tensing as she listens to the acidity in his voice. "I didn't see you making much of an effort with him," she snaps back immediately, crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "All you did was sit here and read that stupid book while I took him out for dinner and talked to him about the real world."
Her gaze flicks away from him, refusing to meet his eyes as she focuses on whatever task is currently on her desk. It's a childish response, but it's one that feels instinctual in this argument. She hates feeling like he's questioning the way she raises their son, even if he does have valid concerns about Arlo's future in this line of work.
"Care to explain the kind man that gives Arlo ice cream? That funny guy who was praising your son beauty" i look at her with my eyes that sparks with fury
She purses her lips and gives him a small shrug, not meeting his gaze as she stares at the papers on her desk instead. "Maybe he's just a nice guy who likes kids," she says dismissively. "Or maybe I know some of the people Arlo hangs out with from my work." Her tone implies that this explanation should be obvious, and that there's no harm in their son being around such people.
She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down before looking up at him again. "Look," she says more quietly, her voice steady despite her anger bubbling just beneath the surface. "I know you have your concerns, but I'm trying my best to raise Arlo in a way that will prepare him for whatever choice he makes when he's older." Her gaze flickers away again as she struggles with how much of their argument to share with him, and whether or not it would even make a difference.
"That isn't answer to my question my dear wife" i put special ringtone on the word wife "I ask who was that man for you? And how he behave toward you?"
Her cheeks flush slightly at his tone, but she forces herself to maintain eye contact as she answers him. "His name is Gianni," she says slowly, her voice cool and distant despite the heat in her chest. "He's just a friend from my... past." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "And he was being friendly because that's who I am to him." Her gaze flickers down toward their son briefly before returning to Nico's face. "He knows I'm married now and that I have responsibilities."
Her heart is racing, but she refuses to let it show on her features. She stands up abruptly, moving around the desk and past him without another word. "I need some air," she mutters, heading toward the balcony where she can be alone with her thoughts and feelings for awhile.
Outside, the night sky is clear and filled with stars, but she doesn't appreciate their beauty tonight. All she can see are the questions and doubts in Nico's eyes, the frustration that makes him snap at her even when she's only trying to do what's best for Arlo...and herself. It feels like they're back at square one, no closer to finding common ground or understanding each other.
"You won't run away from this conversation" i lean on balcony door frame "Who was Gianni in your past and why you hide his company on date with Arlo before me?"
Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she turns to face him, anger flashing in her eyes despite the sadness that seems to weigh down every other expression she's made tonight. "Gianni was my first love," she spits out between clenched teeth, barely able to keep her voice steady. "He was a part of this life before I met you, and I never expected him to just disappear when I married into your family." Her gaze drifts away from him again, toward the garden below where they often walked together.
"And I didn't hide his company," she argues weakly. "I never lied about who he is or what we were to each other. I just thought..." She trails off, her voice dying as she realizes there's no way to explain it without sounding petty and selfish.
She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to meet Nico's eyes once more. "I wanted Arlo to know that not everyone in my life has to be like this," she says softly, gesturing around them at the opulence of their home and her husband's empire. "That there can still be happiness and love outside of all of this." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the vulnerability she feels right now.
But even as she speaks, she knows that it won't make a difference. Nico will never truly understand why Gianni means so much to her, or why she clings to memories of their past together when everything around them screams that they should let go and focus on raising their son instead. And maybe, deep down inside where no one else can see, she knows that it's better this way. Better for both of them if they remain apart, always at odds but never truly close enough to bridge the gap between them
“And you think that meeting his first love will allow him to meet OUR son. Is it a good idea if I wasn't there?" i cross my arms "You gonna keep seeing him alone?"
"No!" she snaps, her voice harsher than she intended. She takes a step back, crossing her arms over her chest as well in a mirrored gesture of defiance. "Of course not," she adds more quietly, trying to soften the words even though they still sting when they leave her lips. "It was just... I wanted him to see that people can change, that they don't have to be defined by their past." Her gaze drifts back toward Nico, searching his face for any sign of understanding or acceptance.
But he only looks more annoyed, his expression unreadable beneath the harsh glare of the garden lights. It makes her feel small and exposed, even though she knows it shouldn't matter what he thinks. She takes a deep breath, trying to find the strength to stand up to him one last time before they both surrender and retreat into their separate corners of the world. "Gianni is just someone from my past," she says slowly, carefully choosing each word. "He doesn't have anything to do with our future." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the lie even more thoroughly than before.
"You lie to my face Alexandra Hayes" he look at her with smile "If you want to divorce me for that man named Gianni from your past. Go on do it"
Her eyes widen at his words, as if she can't believe he's seriously suggesting such a thing. The thought sends a shudder down her spine, and for the first time tonight she feels truly afraid of losing this connection to him - no matter how strained it may be right now. "No," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the soft murmur of the garden's fountain. "I don't want a divorce."
She takes another step toward him, reaching out to touch his arm gently. "It was just one dinner," she says quickly, feeling the need to explain herself even though she knows it won't make any difference. "Just letting Arlo see that there's more to life than this..." Her voice trails off as her eyes find Nico's once more, searching for some sign of understanding or forgiveness there. But all she sees is anger and disappointment reflected back at her.
"If on the day of our wedding vows, Gianni came to church and said that he was discrediting our relationship, would you go with him? Be honest"
She swallows hard, feeling the words stick in her throat as she tries to imagine such a thing happening. The very idea makes her heart race and her skin crawl with unease. "No," she finally manages to choke out, looking away from him again. "I would never do that. He's just someone from my past, someone who I cared about once... but he's not part of this." Her voice trails off at the end, sounding more hopeful than convinced even to her own ears.
She takes another step closer to him, reaching up to touch his cheek gently with her hand. "I love you," she whispers, willing him to believe it despite everything that's happened tonight. Her expression pleads for understanding, for forgiveness... for a second chance to make things right between them before it's too late.
takes her hand that caresses my cheek “I love you too deeply, more than I let on. And I don't want to lose you to the man who is your first love. I won't forbid you from meeting him, but I don't want you to hide it."
Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she feels a wave of relief wash over her as he seems to finally understand where she's coming from - or at least part of it. "I would never hide anything like that from you," she whispers, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "But Gianni is just someone who means something special to me. He was a part of my life before I knew you, and I don't want Arlo to forget that there can be happiness outside of all this..." Her voice trails off again, searching for the right words to explain herself fully without pushing him away entirely.
"I'm not the happiness you seek?" *My face turns to sad grin thinking i'm not enough for you
"Oh, Nico," she breathes out, shaking her head as she finally meets his eyes again. "Of course you are." Her thumb brushes softly over the back of his hand, tracing gentle circles that send a shiver down his spine. "But Gianni was part of my life for so long before I met you... he saw me at my best and worst, through all the ups and downs..." She pauses, biting her lower lip as she tries to find the words to express herself fully.
"It's not about wanting more happiness," she says finally, searching his face for some sign of understanding. "It's about remembering who I was before all this... and letting Arlo know that it's okay for him to be happy too, even if he doesn't choose our life." Her voice cracks on the last word, and tears begin to prick at the corners of her eyes.
"Then why you keep praising him like he a perfect man? When i try my best to meet your expectations?" i look at her "I was raised to be an advisor of great families but i choose to be with you even if my mother that teach my evryhing about crime buissems was oposite. I helo you made that family great again. And i don't get any prise for that. Yet you describe your first love as oerfect man"
Her eyes widen at his words, the truth in them stinging like a slap across her face. She had been so caught up in trying to explain herself and her feelings that she hadn't stopped to consider how it might sound to him. "That's not fair," she says quietly, shaking her head as more tears spill down her cheeks. "Gianni is just one person from my past... he doesn't define who I am or what I want for our future."
She takes another step closer to Nico, cupping his face in her hands as she looks into his eyes. "I love you," she whispers urgently, feeling the desperation of her words. "I never wanted anyone else but you... and Arlo. This family is everything to me." Her voice cracks on the last word, tears falling unchecked down her cheeks as she struggles to find the right way to make him understand.
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she tries to steady herself before continuing. "I'm sorry for not being more considerate of how this must look from your perspective," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But please... try to understand where I'm coming from." Her fingers tighten on his cheeks, pleading with him silently to believe her, to trust that she would never intentionally hurt him or their family.
"Then why can't you tell at least once when we are alone that you are proud of me?" his voice shivers. The rarely show emotions like that. He was a tough man that was rises by his mother iron hand that he never was abke to speak uo to Alexandra depesite her attempts to hear his story of his childhood
Her heart clenches at the pain and loneliness in his voice, and she feels a sharp stab of guilt for never truly hearing him out before this moment. "Oh, Nico," she whispers, cupping his cheeks with shaking hands as more tears flow down her own face. "I am proud of you... so very proud." She pauses, searching for the words to express herself fully. "I just... I never knew how to say it right. How to show you properly..." Her voice trails off, choked with emotion, as she fights back tears.
She leans forward, pressing her forehead against his before pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "Please believe me," she whispers urgently, her hands trembling where they rest on his cheeks. "I love you... more than I ever thought possible."
"I love you too more than you think" i sob it was rare reaction for me and Alexandra know that is rare moment of weakness that i show. She on her own get information that he was raised im something called rooms his Mother creat to teach her children and other promising children she found woth iron grip that never shows mercy. But that was it about the information she can get witout asking her husband who never wnats to sher that story of his childhood
"Then please believe that I want nothing more than to be with you and Arlo," she whispers hoarsely, wiping tears away with the backs of her hands as they continue to stream down her face. "And if it means meeting Gianni alone so he can see how amazing our life together really is... then so be it." Her voice cracks on the last word, but she forces herself not to crumble beneath the weight of their emotions any further. She wants them to find a way through this, to stay together and make their family stronger despite everything that's happened between them tonight.
She knew this wasn't the time or opportunity to ask about the rooms where Nico knew everything, but needed to know to understand his pain, even if it might distract them for a short time. Even if he gets angry at her for looking back at a past he wants to forget. She decides to ask him about it even though it wasn't the right time
"Nico..." she starts hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper as she gathers the courage to ask him about the rooms. "Those lessons your mother gave you... what was that like? Can you talk about it?" Her heart races in her chest, half-afraid of his answer but needing to know more about this part of him if they ever hope to truly understand each other and their family's history.
She waits, hoping he won't snap at her for prying, or worse yet, brush off her question entirely. But she remains steady despite the turmoil churning inside her, determined to have this conversation no matter what it costs them in the end.