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"Così è il loro piano e pianificano l'esecuzione del giorno dell'istruzione," Gio says.

[Translation: So that's their plan and they plan on executing it the day of the heist]

Vincent couldn't believe what he had just heard but he wasn't mad.

"Lasciamo che andiamo avanti con esso. Ci aiuterà più ci metterci in vantaggio" Vincent replies, "Dobbiamo solo assicurarsi che siano sicuri e non succede nulla a loro"

[Translation: Let's let them go on with it. It will help us plus put us at an advantage. We just must make sure they are safe, and nothing happens to them.]

Gio nods "Okay, I'll see you in a few hours."

"Tonight, at sundown," Vincent smiles at Gio.

They both leave and Vincent returns to the house, it was 05:45, he takes his clothes off and slips back into bed, kissing Chanel on the cheek and pulling her into his arms and he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Chanel woke up at around 09:45, only because it was abnormally hot for nine in the morning, but it turns out that Vincent was partially lying on top of her, he slowly moves off from under him and slips out of bed and goes to the bathroom, to brush her teeth.

She goes back into the room and Vincent is still fast asleep, he looked beautiful, his mouth slightly parted and his hair falling over his face, harmless, he looked harmless. She walks over to him and kisses his forehead.

"I love you baby," she whispers, kissing his forehead again.

She grabs her robe and slippers and walks downstairs to prepare breakfast for her and Vincent. She fries bacon and eggs in a pan and plates the food, makes a strong cup of coffee for Vincent and tea for her, she takes the try upstairs to their room, where Vincent is still fast asleep.

"Vincent," she calls out.

He moans.

"Vincent," she calls out a little louder.

"What?" He groans, covering his head with the pillow, "Can't a man rest in peace?"

"Stop being dramatic, I made us breakfast," she says placing the tray on the bedside table. He removes the pillow from his face and looks over at her.

He grins like a five-year-old when he sees the bacon on his plate, "Bacon."

He sits up and Chanel hands over his plate to him and his cup of coffee, she sits beside him in bed, and he kisses her on the cheek.

"Thank you, baby," he smiles.

Boy, he could get used to this. He loved her, more than he expressed sometimes but after what he discovered he wasn't sure if he could trust her as much as he loved her.

"Are you excited about Kat coming over today?" He asks scoffing down his food.

She nods with a smile, "Very, I can't wait to take her shopping."

"You can use my card," he says, he leans over to the bedside table to grab his wallet, but Chanel stops her.

"Baby, no it's okay. I've got it covered," she says.

Chanel didn't like leeching off Vincent, she liked knowing that she could take care of herself with her own hard-earned money, she barely spent any of his money besides her job didn't allow it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," she replies, "Maybe you can take us out to dinner for a double date and pay."

He takes a sip of his coffee, "I can do that."

Chanel grins, "Good."

She picks up her plate and begins to eat, Vincent watching her closely like he always did, she never understood why Vincent loved watching her eat, she didn't mind it, but she always wondered why.

After she was done, she took the plates to the kitchen and prepared for Kat's arrival, she helps Aunty Martha set up the guestroom, for her and Gio because she thought it would be a great idea for them to hang out as couples in one house.

Tonight, was the night and Kat and Chanel had to act normal, they were going to let them leave and then follow behind them, they had a planned everything and even spoken to the FBI, she didn't want to do it, but she knew she had no choice but to, everything was dependent on it.

"Babe!"

Chanel walks to the stairs, "What?"

"I need you to help me with something," he says from upstairs.

Chanel rolls her eyes and makes her way up the stairs where she finds Vincent sitting in the bathroom with his hair all messy.

"Need help with your hair?" She laughs.

"It's not funny and yes I do"

Chanel sighs and picks up the hair gel and the comb and neat combs and gels his hair back into a style, when she's done, he looks at the mirror and smiles.

"It looks great, thank you, Amore"

She kisses his cheek and begins to walk away before Vincent grabs her arm and pulls her into him.

"Promise me you won't betray me," he whispers looking deep into her eyes.

"What?" She says confused.

He knows girl, he knows.

"Promise me you won't betray me."

Chanel gulps, "I promise."

"Because if you do, I'll have no choice but to kill you," he says lowly.

Chanel's heart was beating hard against her chest.

I'm dead, she thought.

"I promise Vincent, I promise," she says quickly.

He lets her go and she looks at him fearfully before scurrying out of the room. Vincent knew exactly what he was doing, he wanted to make sure that she went through with her plan even if it meant getting her into a lot of trouble, once you've joined the Mafia you can't leave, if you leave, they'd have to kill you, to keep their secrets.

And she knew a lot for her to send them to jail for life and he didn't want that, risking his men going to jail, it's either she chose him or them and he wasn't going to make it easy for her to choose.