Hundred and fifty one

Hundred and fifty one
Arnold's POV

" In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit."
" Amen."
I could hear the priest prayers from where I stood.
My grandfather, Edward Wolfe was buried a few seconds ago.
I moved my from from my ears when I saw Elio Otello, my uncle walking over to me." Sorry for your lost, son." He tapped my shoulder " Edward was the really gem to the mafia world." He added and I agreed with him on that.
He served his term will, that I wouldn't argue about.
" Arnold." I turned my head and it was my wife.
She was dressed in a long black dressed. Long sleeved and ground level.
" Marco told me you are here " she explained as I opened my right arm to receive her.
I had something to take care of do I had Antonio drive her over while I felt with what I had to.
" Nice to meet you again, Angelina." Elio said with a knowing smile and she turned her face to and I nod my head slight." Nice to meet you too." She replied, placing her hand into his.
" You are beautiful." He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckle.
" I see why Arnold is smitten with you."
" I will take my leave, you know what to do when you need me." He left and I turned to face my wife.
" Are you okay?" She asked but I didn't say anything because I didn't want her to know how much of a devil I was.
Honestly, I wasn't sad about my grandfather gone. If anything I was glade because there would t be anyone in this life that could tell me what to do or insulting my wife and call her names in my presence.
" You are everything I need, Angelina." I said and she pulled me into a hug. I didn't expect her to do that since she was the one that suggested we keep our hands from each other.
She didn't want any rumore spreading around about her especially not when she wasn't ready to tell the world that I was her husband.
It fucking annoy me so much that she didn't want the world to know but I didn't want to force her.
I was trying to give her all the time she needed even though it wasn't easy for me.
I couldn't hold her hand outside, she didn't want the media to pick any photo f us being intimate.
It was fucking stressful but I had to do it for her.
" Hello, Mr Wolfe. Is it true that something is going on between you and Miss Davis?" A group of reporters rushed towards us and I instinctively wrapped my hand around Angelina and pushed her to my side.
My men rushed in and blocked their cameras." Get in the car " I told Angelina but she was hesitant " Miss Davis, tell us what is going on between you and Mr Wolfe?" Another reporter asked.
" Is the almighty Mr Wolfe tired down finally?"
" Us she the mystery woman you have waiting for?" A bunch of questions flee out way.
" Are you okay?" I asked as I got into the car after her." I'm fine " she said but I knew she wasn't.
The reporters had already taken pictures of us hugging." I will take care of the pictures." I promised her.
We returned to the Wolfe mansion, the family has gathered in the living room when we walked in.
I knew that look, the way they were looking at Angelina. My hold around her tightened, my eyes turned colder as I climbed the stairs with her in my arms. She was my wife, the wife of Boss Arnold and I wouldn't tolerate anyone talking bad about her.
They all think just like my grandfather but not bold enough to tell it to my face like he was.
I took my wife into our room, I called Lorenzo to take care of the pictures.
I didn't care if those picture got out but she didn't want them out so that she would get.
" Rest, I will be outside." I leaned down and kissed her forehead before leaving the room.
Lorenzo called as I stepped down the stairs." It's done Boss." He informed and I let out a sign.
" Good." I hemmed before cutting the call.
I fucking hated this, the secrecy, the fact that I had to take down those pictures and hide her from the world that she was my wife.
I badly wished those pictures would go viral and the world would know she was my fucking wife but fuck!
I looked up at the men from the Wolfe family gathered in the living room mourning my grandfather in black suits. The same hawks my grandfather ruled over, grown and weak but not too weak.
My father walked over to me and tapped me on the shoulder.
" He will be forever toud of you." He said and I almost chuckled.
I doubt he would.
I was still with Angelina." Is she okay?" He asked and I nodded." Just tired." I said and he nodded.
They stared silently a me, the old men, they were family and right now they were around because my grandfather had pass.
" I will be in my room." I turned and left.
Angelina was still on the bed, she was t sleeping.
She sat up the minute she saw me walked in.
" The pictures, I think you should leave them." She said and I raised a brow." I mean,it's fine if they are posted."
" Are you sure?" I asked a d she nodded." Maybe it wouldn't be bad after all " she shrugged and I laughed.
" So now you are ready to let the world know about me, your fans?"
" I don't mind, I never did."
I strode over to the bed." You looked worried a while ago."
" I was scared " she whispered." I was scared someone will try to hurt me again. I was afraid it would happen again, you, three years ago."
" Come here " I sat down at the edge of the bed and pulled her into my arms " One one would hurt you." I assured her. Three tears ago I failed her but it won't happen again.
" When are we going back to New York City?"
" In a few days." I replied." I love you, Arnold." She whispered and I pulled a little." You know you are everything I need in this world?" I whispered slamming my lips on hers.
I fucking do love her, everything about her fucking drives me insane!