It's been two days since the day at the restaurant and this has, by far, been one of the best trips I've been on.

Yesterday, all of us decided to go the Blue Lagoon Island where we swam with dolphins, and then we went to swim with pigs, which we all though would be kind of weird, but it was actually a really cool experience. We then hopped on another one of my yachts and went sailing the sea for a bit.

When we got bored of that, we got off of the boat and found a food truck that we could eat at. After quickly scoffing down our meals, since we were all so hungry and worn out after being in the sun all day and swimming, Amara walked by an instructor of some sorts. Being the curious, crazy person she is, she asked the instructor what activity he works at. When he told her that he works at the 'snuggling up to nurse sharks' activity, I swear I saw her whole face, physically light up. She looked at us all with puppy dog eyes and we all eventually gave in.

I'm not going to lie, I was scared as shit when we first started. But then I soon realised that the sharks are harmless and friendly. So I wasn't too scared of it by the end of it.

Today, we plan on going to the beach and just relaxing and maybe going on my yacht too, since it's our last day here and everyone is exhausted from staying out in the sun from yesterday. I think it's also great to mention that we all got drunk last night - except Amara of course - so we're all very hungover.

We're all getting ready to go onto the yacht for breakfast since my chefs are there.

I walk into the walk-in-wardrobe, where I find Amélie picking out a bikini to wear. So I walk up behind her and snake my arms around her hourglass waist and leave 3 kisses from her shoulder to her neck "Hi baby, what do you think you're going to wear?" I ask her, looking at the closet full of beach-wear in front of us.

"Well, I wanted to wear this," she holds up a black bikini that would look very hot on her, it has chains connecting it on the sides for the bottoms and the top is held together by a gold ring in the front and gold rings connecting each place she needs to tie. "But it'll show the scars on my lower stomach, so I guess I'll just wear-."

"You have scars on your lower stomach?" I ask, bewildered, because I didn't see any of them whilst we were bing intimate.

She nods, her face showing that she's insecure about them as an embarrassed flush crawls its way up her neck and colours her cheeks. I get down on my knees in front of her and lift up my top that she's wearing, looking at her stomach. Now that I look at it, I can't believe I didn't notice it.

She has 5 very long - what I assume are - knife tracks going across her lower abdomen and around most of her back too. I look up at her from my position and she gives me a nervous smile.

To ease her nerves I kiss along each and every one of her scars as I hold her hips. "Your scars are so beautiful, they highlight your strength and resilience. If anyone tells you otherwise, they're delusional mia belleza." I whisper against her skin softly, whilst staring deeply into her eyes, to make sure she understands my sincerity.

She brings her hands and rests them on my cheeks as her eyes show me that she's thankful for my reassurance and her smile shows me that she's truly happy and grateful.

I'd do anything in this world to see her face light up with a smile.

"So I should wear the black one?" She asks.

I nod "You'd look absolutely ravishing." I tell her as I stand back up.

This new position has me hovering over her since I'm 6'4 and she clarified that she's 5'9.

I take a hold of her beautiful face in my hands and bring her face forward. I smash our lips together. My lips on hers. And her lips on mine. The feeling so familiar and heart-warming that it feels like home. This just feels so right.

After a while, we detach our lips from one another and stare at each other longingly.

"So it's settled, I'll wear the black bikini." She says happily.

I nod my head and leave 3 kisses on her cheek before asking "Want to pick out what I should wear for the day?"

She nods her head "I will, because I went shopping for you yesterday with the girls and got clothes that aren't all black!" She says excitedly, clapping her hands and running off to my side of the wardrobe to pick out an outfit for me.

When she's done picking out my outfit for me, we change - she puts on a cover-up over her bikini as well - and she drags me to the floor-length mirror to take pictures together. I was hesitant at first, but she was happy about it, which makes me happy about it.

When we're done with that, we make our way downstairs just as the others are too. We all make our way outside to our SUV's and drive to the yacht.

Throughout the drive, Amélie had connected her phone to the car and was playing the songs she liked. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't sharing my attention between the road and watching her. She's just so entrancing and beautiful, that I can't keep my eyes off of her.

We get to the yacht and - as per usual - the girls run onto it together as the boys and I casually walk behind them "So.. how was the other night Rome?" Christos says in a teasing tone.

"Shut the fuck up." I say with a smile on my face as I playfully push him.

"So you guys are okay now?" Matteo asks.

"Yeah, we're doing good." I say with a small smile playing on my lips as I think about how Amélie are going so far. "Speaking of Matteo, is there something going on between you and Liyana?" I ask, even though I know there is but that's between Amélie and I.

He shrugs his shoulders "Just a quick fuck. I don't really give a shit about her, we're just fuck buddies."

I stop walking, this asshole is just playing with her feelings, because Amélie told me that Liyana seemed like she wouldn't mind them being more "So you're just playing with her feelings?" I say kind of pissed off, considering Liyana and I have grown closer over the last few days too. She's also practically like one of my younger sisters now.

"No, I'm not-." Matteo begins to argue.

"Shut the fuck up. Yes you are! And you know it. If you don't want to further your situation-ship with her, then tell her nicely now. Because you two have been acting quite close, yet here you are acting like it's all a figment of everyone's imagination. Grow the fuck up!" Christos says angrily.

Christos never gets mad, but when he does, that's how you know he's being serious.

"Sort your shit out and don't hurt her." I warn him.

Christos and I walk off without him and go onto the yacht. When we get on, we go to the outside dining area where the girls are and join them. Before I sit down next to mia belleza, I slightly bend down and leave 3 soft kisses on her cheek "Hey Mél." I whisper in her ear.

"Hey Rome, what's going on with you guys?" She asks, seeming slightly wary of our behaviour.

"So basically," I begin, - whispering - because I don't plan on ever keeping secrets from her "I asked Matteo what was going on between him and Liyana was 'just a quick fuck' and he doesn't 'give a shit about her'. His words, not mine." I finish whispering to her as I pull her onto my lap so we can whisper to each other better.

"What the hell is wrong with him! He better not fucking hurt my cousin, because so help me God-," Amélie beings angry-whispering.

I cut her off to reassure her "Don't worry baby, I already told him that he needs to fix his shit with her and make sure that he makes it clear how he feels instead of leading her on."

"Good." She says proudly, giving the corner of my lips 3 soft pecks.

"Okay, now that everyone's here, let's eat!" Amara says excitedly.

I keep Amélie in my arms as we all begin plating up our food from the selection on the table. I notice that Amélie isn't putting anything on her plate, but I don't point it out, instead I place extra food on my plate for her too.

As everyone is eating, I feel my stomach rumble but I choose to ignore it, because I know that if I eat, I'll end up bloating and looking fat in my bikini.

I just hope Romeo didn't hear, because that would've been embarrassing.

If he did hear it, he seems to ignore it, which I'm glad about.

After a couple of minutes of everyone conversing and eating, I feel something nudge at my mouth. I look down, and I see a forkful of chocolate chip pancakes, a slice of strawberry and a slice of banana.

I look back a Romeo, who is the one holding the fork and I shake my head from left to right, indicating that I don't want to eat it. He brings his head forward to whisper in my ear "Please eat it, mia belleza." I continue shaking my head 'No' and he says "For me? Please?"

I look deeply into his eyes and I give in. I open my mouth for him and he brings the food into my mouth, smiling triumphantly at his ability to persuade me to eat. As I'm chewing the food, he leaves 3 pecks on my lips and continues feeding both himself and I.

I wrap an arm around his shoulders loosely and lean back into him as I use my thumb to stroke the curly baby hairs around his ear.

This goes on for the rest of breakfast - Romeo gives himself a bite, and then gives me one. He's so caring and thoughtful. Two words I never thought would be used to describe the biggest mafia leader in the world. But here we are.

I'm sitting in the arms of the man I love and which I feel safest with.

The only downside is, that I'm not sure he feels the same.

My thoughts are interrupted when everyone stands and we begin walking off of the yacht and drive back home, since there's a private slot of the beach just past our backyard.

When we get there, we each have our own sun beds which we chose ourselves. The girls and I decide that we want to go swim in the ocean, so we got the boys to agree to come with us too.

We played a couple of rounds of chicken. Which is basically where the girls go on the boys' shoulders and try to push one another into the water. Then, we played a round of marco polo, which was so much fun, because Christos was 'Marco' most of the time and the dumbass couldn't catch any of us.

After that, we decided to head back to the sunbeds and relax for a while. Romeo had asked the private staff that are working on our separate part of the beach to bring us towels, since we forgot our own, whilst he and Christos set up the net for volleyball.

When they were finishing up with that, the girls and I decided to go to the staff bar area, and ask them for some drinks.

Now I wish I never went.

We walk up to the bar and order our drinks, waiting for them to finish it "You guys can go and start up the game, I'll bring us our drinks on a tray." I tell the girls.

"You sure?" They ask in unison.

"Yeah, yeah don't worry." I reply, dismissively.

With hesitancy, they nod and leave me.

"So, what's a beautiful girl like you doing in The Bahamas?" The bartender asks as he's making the last of the drinks.

"Just here on my honeymoon." I tell him, my lips forming a straight line because I don't necessarily like socialising with new people.

"I'm John, you are?" He asks, with a weird smile on his face.

"Lucy." I say, giving him a fake name, in a clipped tone, which will hopefully translate to: 'leave me the fuck alone, creep.'

I mean, he could just be making conversation, but I just told him that I'm on my honeymoon, so he doesn't really need to be giving me smiles that are borderline worrying.

He finishes the last drink and place them all on a tray, just as he's putting the last drink on the tray, his hand grabs mine and he gives me a scary smile "Have a good day. Amélie." He says in a devilish tone.

At that moment, I drop everything and turn to make a run for it. Just as I turn around, I'm faced with someone who I never thought I'd see again.

I have no idea what HE'S doing here, considering HE was the one that left and never looked back. HE could've helped me, but HE chose to turn a blind eye to the situation.

What. The. Fuck. Is. He. Doing. Here?

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