The last couple of days of our trip was spent in bed and on the beach, but all good things must come to an end. We were now on Christian's plane on our way to New York, he had only checked his messages and emails once every day during our trip, which I know is making him antsy. Ethan had been religiously studying the CCTV footage of both attacks and finding that they were the same crew. They found partial prints and face recognition, but none matched up just right. Ethan had worked tirelessly to find some sort of clue as to who was behind it, I felt partially guilty because while Christian and I were having around the clock sex, he was at a computer desk.

The only thing they were sure about was that the job was done by a Latin team, but narrowing it down would be a problem all on its own. That was as far as Christian had told me about what was happening, I know he wasn't giving me all of the details because he didn't want to incriminate me but he's been pretty open with answering any questions I may have.

He was anxious and fidgety all morning, which didn't serve to quell my nerves about returning to New York.

I heard bits and pieces of Christian's plans for my family... It seemed much too risky, too much to lose. Taking out the parts of the families one at a time? I know Christian is completely confident that this would all come to fruition, but I'm still very, very apprehensive. The last thing I want is for him to get hurt or worse…

"Please relax," I rub his thigh, "just for the rest of the flight?'

He breaks his gaze from his computer momentarily and kisses my forehead, "Ana…"

"Just a for the rest of the flight?" I prod him, inching my hand up to his side. "Just for the last hour." He groans, but continues to stare at the screen, I huff, and I move up the seat divider.

Since all that Ros had packed for me were dresses, swimwear, negligees, and lots of lingerie. I was lucky enough to be wearing another flowy dress, which offered easy access to what I was about to do. I smirked at him, then immediately straddled him. At first, his face was shocked, but then it soon turned into lust.

I licked his bottom lip and put it into my mouth, while I unzipped him. He pulled up my dress so it covered both of us.

"You have to be quiet, there are people at the other side of that divider," he whispers into my ear.

"Why don't we just go into the bedroom?" I asked in his ear as I grind my hips into his.

"I think this position is perfect," he says as he bites my earlobe, making me throw my head back. He left nips along my neck, which made me wriggle on top of him. Christian reaches under my dress to rub my clit, but finally finds out my little secret, "You're not wearing any underwear."

"Nope," I smile at him.

"Fuck, you're so hot. I want you to ride my cock baby."

I nod at his words, then lift myself over him, he was fully erect at this point as I took him in my hand trying to guide him in. I slowly inched him into me, his girth filled me, and I bit back a moan that wanted to escape my lips. I placed my hands on his shoulders as I got accustomed to the thickness of his cock from this angle, and fuck was it ever tight. I thought it was almost impossible to have his cock inside me for the first time, but, this offered much more.

"You're so wet," he groans into my neck.

"Only for you," I moan. I started rolling my hips, I had full control in this position, and at times I wanted to tease him by going slow, but I wanted to ride his cock like there was no tomorrow. Soon, he had my nipples in my mouth as I bounced on his cock, I ground my body to his, lifted myself so only his tip was inside me, and then slammed back down. Then repeat. He had to bite back a yell, which only spurred me on more. I went faster, as I knew both of us were nearing our climax. He stuck his tongue in my mouth fighting for control, but I wouldn't give to him, if the flight attendants didn't know what we were doing before, they sure knew now. The bouncing was pretty loud and despite our decision to keep quiet, we just couldn't be bothered anymore.

They were under some non-disclosure agreement, therefore, our little tryst won't be coming out.

"Baby, fuck, you're so fucking sexy," he growled as he started to meet me thrust for thrust. "So, fucking tight."

"Ugh, Christian, I'm going to come," I gasp out.

"Yes, fucking come on my cock, baby," he groans in my ear. After a few more thrusts and bounces, we both reached our peeks and came hard. His arms around me went limp as I slumped on him, my head on his shoulder. Both of us had a sheen of sweat on our skin, feeling the need to be closer to him I ran my hands over his arms and around his back pulling him to me.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you too."

xx

We finally started our descend, Christian's security personnel met us on the tarmac and quickly ushered into an awaiting car. We snuggled into each other in the backseat, we hadn't spoken about what was going to happen now that we were back home, but I know that Christian will do whatever it takes to keep his family safe.

Once we made it home, Christian excused himself to his office to get some work done. I nodded at him, then grabbed my book and sat in the library. After a few hours, I finally finished my book, but still no Christian. I didn't want to interrupt him, so I tried to make myself busy, but soon after I had cooked us dinner I was bored again. For the first time in the last two weeks, I felt lost. I didn't know what to do with myself, Christian had his actual business to manage and this whole Mafia business, but me? Nothing. I had no place to go outside of this home or even had anyone to call to come and hang out with me. Don't get me wrong I'm not trying to be clingy, I don't mean to monopolize all of Christian's time… the opposite, I just want to find something that I could do. I know I probably can't find a regular job, but I know I could be helpful in some way be it through his legitimate business or otherwise.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Christian still hadn't come out, so I decided to bring him some dinner. I readied a tray full of food, a small salad, 10-ounce filet mignon wrapped in applewood-smoked bacon, sautéed mushrooms and onions with rice pilaf and steamed vegetables.

I had a lot of time.

Bringing and making dinner made me feel a lot like I was Susie Homemaker and honestly, I don't know how I feel about this. Is this what my life will be like if I stay with Christian? I get to stay home, while he runs the city?

I don't mind catering to him, because in all honesty, he deserves it. He gave me the best birthday I've ever had; he's been taking care of me without any sort of expectance of a profit, and he is so sincere it makes my heart swell. He's shown me more love and care than my parents.

Ahh, my parents. Fucking assholes, do they even know that they gave birth to me? Although I should cut them some slack, they can't find me. Well, my father hasn't even tried; if my daughter went missing I would turn this world upside down to find her. My mom probably doesn't even know I've left Seattle; ugh my family life is so fucked up.

I knocked on the door lightly hoping that I wasn't disturbing him, I peeked through and saw his face lit up.

"Sorry to bother you, Christian, I have your dinner," I said.

"Of course baby, thank you," he smiles at me and gets up from his chair. "You didn't have to cook, you must have been tired from the flight."

He grabs the tray and sets it on his desk.

"I see Ros had this fixed up pretty well," I mused.

"She did," he smiles at me brightly, "why didn't you bring dinner for yourself?"

"Oh, I just thought that I was going to bring yours in, I know you're busy."

"Baby," he grimaces, walks up to me and wraps an arm around my waist. "I'm so sorry carina, I lost track of time," he kisses my forehead, "eat with me?"

I shot him a huge smile and agreed, "I'll grab a plate."

I give him a large sloppy kiss and turned to grab myself food and some wine, I quickly walked back and sat opposite of him. He waited for me to be sat and ready before he started eating.

"I'm sorry baby, I just lost track of time," he apologized again, "you can always come in whenever you want. I have no qualms with you interrupting my day."

"I wanted to give you some space," I confessed.

"What for?"

"Since we spent most of the week together, I didn't want to step my boundaries," I shrugged.

"No, Ana, I will never tire of you," he sweeps me up and places me on his lap, then grabs my plate right next to his.

"But your work," I replied.

Christian tucks my hair back and kisses my neck, "I don't care baby, and you can see everything. No secrets between us, I know I don't want you to know any specifics for your safety, but this is my life and you're a big part of it."

"Thank you," I kiss his cheeks, smearing a bit of olive oil on his cheek, which I quickly rubbed off.

"For what?"

"For being you," I confessed, "you are a great man."

"You only deserve the best."

We quickly dug in and when we finished I cleared his plates to bring it to the kitchen… yeah, definitely Suzy Homemaker. Two weeks ago, I would have never believed that I would be here cooking dinner for my boyfriend? He is my boyfriend right? I mean we already professed our love, I'm living with him…. shit. Quickest relationship jump.

When I returned to his office, I heard Christian's low, an angry voice talking on the phone. I didn't want to eavesdrop, so I quickly walked in to grab the rest of the cutlery.

I mouthed an "I'm sorry" and headed out the door as fast as I could, he gave me a tight smile and returned to his phone call.

"Yes… I understand, but you have to…"

Who was he talking to? It seemed rather heated, for such a short phone call. Was it my uncle? My family? My father? Did something happen while we were away? I know his orders were carried out this week since we were gone for more than a few days, but I know Christian has changed his tactics. He hasn't gone into great detail, but I know that he has a better plan that he's been working on.

After I cleaned up the kitchen I got ready for bed, once I crawled onto the couch in the den I turned on the TV and got lost in the noise.

I don't know exactly when I fell asleep, but I was shaken away by Christian looking stressed and tired. He had his sleeves rolled up, looking at me a bit weary.

"I'm sorry for taking so long," he murmured in my hair as he picked me up and cradled me in his arms, taking me to bed.

"It's okay," I said sleepily, I rested my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Christian carefully places me onto the bed, tucking me in. He slips into the other side and pulls me into him, wrapping me in his warmth. I feel his warm breath on the back of my neck, intertwining our fingers together he kisses my shoulder blades and whispers I love yous each time.

xx

I woke up to an empty bed, it was only 7:00 am, where could Christian be? I grabbed my bathrobe and pulled it on quickly, I raced out of the room and followed the voices to the office.

Christian worked this early? He must have been behind with his work if he was focusing everything on this. He must have only slept a maximum of five hours last night. I didn't know if I should disturb him, but I wanted to know if he had breakfast already. Though, before I could knock on the door I felt a quick tap on my shoulder making me jump.

I swiftly turned around and saw Elliot.

"Jesus, Elliot, what the hell are you doing here?" I exclaimed.

"Sorry for scaring you, there's a Family meeting," he explains.

"Have any of you had anything to eat?"

"I haven't, but I'll ask the guys," he quickly opens the door and bellows in. "Any of you want breakfast?"

"Get the fuck in here, you dumb wit," Christian shouts back.

"Watch it, Ana's behind me, don't want to ruin the gentleman persona you've created."

"Shit, you fuckwit, let her in," he groans. Elliot opens the door further letting me slip through him.

"Good morning, Christian," I said shyly. His father, Ethan, Taylor, and two other men who I've never met before all sat on the couch.

"Hey baby," he scoops me into his arm. I felt self-conscious since my silk bathrobe was the only barrier between my thin boy shorts and camisole. I could feel one of the men's eyes boring into me, he was the one with the jet black hair and dark brown eyes, I turned away so I couldn't see his face anymore.

"Have you eaten?" I asked once Christian has placed me back down the floor.

"No, but please don't make anything, I'll have breakfast sent up," he insisted.

"Fine, but what should I do until you guys finished."

"Go back to bed, you probably didn't sleep for very long last night."

"You didn't either," I chastised him.

He smirks, "I'm used to it baby."

"Well don't work too hard."

"I won't," he promised, giving me one last kiss, I turn around and head out the door.

"Bro, what about the pro-" Elliot interjects before I could make it out.

"Elliot!" Christian interrupts him.

"Oh, shit, yeah, …. See ya later Ana," Elliot smiles shyly at me like a reprimanded little boy.

I give both men a quizzical look and went back to the bedroom. Swiftly shedding my robe, I climbed back into bed and tried to find some sleep.

xx

When I woke up again, it was 9:00 am. I quickly showered and put on a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt making my way to the living room, I found Carrick, Christian, and Elliot conversing.

"Ana, you look wonderful," Carrick exclaims, noticing me first.

"Thank you," I smiled at him shyly.

"Good morning, carina," Christian greets me, "let me get you breakfast."

"Thank you," I replied, as he led me to an empty spot on the couch.

"Ana, we must talk to you about something important," Carrick says softly, grabbing my hand reassuringly.

"Dad," Christian warns.

"I know, son," Carrick sighs as he lets go of my hand.

"Ana Banana, how was Hawaii?" Elliot asks, interrupting our tense moment.

"Oh, it was amazing," I grinned happily.

"That's good," Elliot smiles, "I always love going down there, and Leikela is such an amazing cook!"

"She is," I agreed wholeheartedly.

"Here baby," Christian hands me waffles with bacon and sausages with a large glass of orange juice.

"Thank you," I grinned at him as he took the seat next to me. "So, what did you guys have to say?"

"We can talk after you've finished eating," Christian pipes in.

As I quickly dug into my food, the men talked about sports and our trip. Once I had finished with breakfast, Christian cleared my plate.

"Ana, baby," Christian rubs my hands, "I think we should do this in private."

"You're right," Carrick nods, "you two go."

This was all starting to scare me, what was happening? As Christian led me into the bedroom my anxiety began to build, sitting me down on a chair he kneeled in front of me.

"I don't know where to start," he said sheepishly.

"Christian, you're worrying, me," I said quietly, "what's wrong."

He exhales, "I'm not officially the boss of my family, well not according to the other families. "

" What do you mean?" I asked.

"For me to be recognized as the Boss of the family I first must marry…."

Before I could even begin to truly wrap my head around what he just said, my body went completely numb. Marriage?