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"yeah, you wouldn't mind doing that?" it touched her that he would even offer, knowing damn well that there were plenty of men out there too selfish to ever offer such a thing. not her ross though. him, she knew would always do what was right by her and their children. "i think it'll take a lot of pressure off of us so we can just enjoy each other. and enjoy you coming inside me over and over again." she grins to herself, stepping forward with the knife in hand as her soft smile for ross fades into a look of contempt for the man before them. "you keep flirting with me like that, honey, and i'm gonna have to fuck you in front of this piece of shit." she reaches forward to grip the whimpering man's jaw, forcing him to look her in the eye as she crouches down. "and you are going to go back to your employer and tell them exactly what we did to you." when the man lifts his hand onto the counter, she doesn't hesitate the stab her knife straight through his trigger finger. "i kill people just for flirting with my husband, what do you think i'm going to do to you, your family, and your employer's family if you so much as breathe near my children?"

The struggle of starting a family together was part of what broke their marriage long ago. Which is why Ross wanted to do things right this time and identify the true priority, each other. "You know I could always get a vasectomy? I wouldn't mind. I saw what you had to go through and let's be honest what's a few days recovery for me?" He shrugged knowing his pain tolerance was higher than most men anyways. Being shot once or twice helped build it up. "This way you don't have to do any birth control stuff and I get to come inside you whenever I want with low risk." There was a smirk on his face as she returned their focus to the task at hand. "You hear that buddy? She wants your trigger finger. Now hold it up or she'll take both." He smirked as she came closer. "Mrs. Strollo you look even sexier with that knife in your hand." He turned back to their guest who hadn't raised a hand yet. "You think I'm fucking kidding? Now show my wife your trigger finger."

there's an easy smile that settles on her face as he listens to his response, heart swelling. at every opportunity presented he had always stepped up and proved that he was perfect for her. "i think that the last time we tried so hard for kids it nearly destroyed us. and now we have these two perfect babies, our marriage is better than ever, and i don't want to jeopardize that. i don't want to try for any more babies. i don't want to go on birth control either though, so if i were to get pregnant again, great. but i couldn't be happier with what we have." her fingers curl against his neck, humming as they press close together. "fingers, ears, there are plenty of options. though i want his trigger finger gone." she steps back, eyes remaining only on ross as she leans against the bench, reaching for a knife. she runs a blade sharpener against it's edge as she watches him, satisfied smirk curving her lips as she listens to him threaten the swine that had threatened their family. "you're really sexy when you do that, mr. strollo."

"You know babe I don't wanna rule it out but I like to think we got really lucky with the babes. I mean, if we keep trying is it selfish to put yourself through that? I mean if you wanna try, we try. I just think we take this time to be the best damn parents we can for them." Although Ross would gladly give Isabelle all the children she wanted things didn't also work out how you wanted to them to. Which is why he was open to dedicating themselves to the twins. As the shitbag before them continues to groan with pain he eagerly pulled his wife closer by the hips pressing their bodies together. "Ok yeah we can do that. I mean people can live without a few fingers or teeth, we just might not be so kind about the process of removing them." Smirking at how the man before them started to plea about sparing him. With a sigh Ross pulled back to kneel before him reaching to take his banged up face in his hand forcing eye contact. "You agreed to come after my fucking kids. This isn't a negotiation. It's a punishment. Don't worry we'll leave enough so you can eat solid food and tell people about what happens with you fuck with the Rossi family. Now don't let me hear you bitch again or we'll do something to shut you up."

"we might just have to stay back in the game then to keep them in check. idiots, it was never as though i was going to be on maternity leave forever. though i suppose we haven't yet discussed whether or not that is something we'll be doing again." she'd miss being with the babies all the time now that they were here, but she also missed this part of herself as well. she missed seeing this part of ross too, seeing it made all the better by the fact that they worked together so closely now rather than keeping their work separate. she doesn't know quite where he's sitting on that thought either, curious as to what he wanted next when it came to them. she hums, eyes closing at his kiss before she turns to glare at the man. it's following by stark laughter at ross' action, turning back to him as her arms loop around his neck. "i do like the idea of sending him back to them, i just think maybe we could send him in multiple pieces. he's not suffered enough for my liking quite yet."

"People think all kinds of stupid shit when they don't see us for a while." Ross shrugged knowing that throughout her pregnancy they kept business to a minimum to avoid adding any stress to Isabelle and the babies. "Now they're gonna see we're back and remember how ruthless we are when threatened." He was grateful his own family was willing to take care of the twins on a moment's notice, especially since they understood the nature of their work. "I love doing this with you too sweetheart." He smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead. Just as he was about to say something else he heard the weak groan of their guest. Without thinking or even looking in their direction he delivered a severe backhanded slap. "Excuse me fuck face, I'm trying to talk to my wife." He spat giving them an annoyed look before turning back to Isabelle. "Sorry baby but anyways, as I was saying... you always got me. No matter what. We have a whole group of people ready to help us too. We're definitely not alone. Now I know you wanna kill this guy but you think sending him back all fucked up sends a bigger message?"

it helps pull her out of her rage at the man before them when his fingers touch her cheek. she steps forward until she can pull the brass knuckles off and place them on the counter, softer hands finding his chest and splaying there as her gaze rises to meet his own. "i don't know how they could have possibly thought that threatening our kids is what would make us soft." she scoffs, though as he continues to speak her mouth tugs upwards into a smile, fingers curling in his shirt as she hums. "i missed this too. wasn't sure when we were gonna get back to it with the babies, but i love doing this with you." one hand moves up, stroking gently across his jaw. "i love knowing that whenever there's a threat, we can always rely on each other to take care of it."

Although it was under frightening circumstances there was some excitement in working this kind of job with his wife. While he did more dirty jobs than her it was kind of a turn on to see her in her element. When they learned about the threat to their children it was something they certainly didn't react to calmly. "It's okay," he smiled reached to cup her cheek brushing away some splattered blood with his thumb. "I'm just glad Ray found this guy for us. If anything it's going to send a message that having kids hasn't made us soft rather it's made us even more dangerous. You know, I missed this. Us working together. Not how I wanted us to get back into things but in this career if you wanna call it that, there aren't many things we get to control. I'm just glad I'm doing it with you."

brass knuckles are clutched in her hand, every one of her punches landing with all the more force. the man before her is tied to the chair, ankles and wrists bound, duct tape hanging from his cheek from where he'd been gagged earlier. it was a rarity these days for her to get her hands bloody, even before she'd been pregnant with the twins, but this fuck had the audacity to threaten their family. brushing her hair away from her face, isabelle looks down at the man before scoffing, gaze turning to find ross'. "well, i was going to say it's your turn, but he passed out again. pussy." / @cherrysugcr

they were more solid than they'd ever been, her trust in him utterly unwavering. their love was just as strongly, with her belonging to him just as he belonged to her. she rolls her eyes, though she knows damn well he's right. "yes, and you're very much using those tools to your advantage, santino." she teases him, using his full first name just as he used hers. her smile is mischievous though, her nose barely brushing his own as she smiles. she sighs, fingers pressing gently against his chest at the knowledge that he was right. she spends a moment deliberating, weighing up the pros and cons of just leaving with him now. "you know how wet being jealous makes me." she quips, kissing him back before shrugging her shoulders. "fuck it, i'd rather be at home with you, honey. i already gave my speech, i just have to talk to a couple more people and then we can go. call a car, okay?" she kisses him once more, already moving away so they can leave sooner.

Considering the strength of their relationship Ross knew he wasn't the one she worried about in this situation. If he were being honest he more worried for the woman's well being considering how ruthless his wife could be when it came to him. This charm to get him to change his mind was nothing new. There were many things Isabelle could get him to change his mind on, this was not one of them. "That's because our therapist gave us good tools to use when we need to establish boundaries Isabelle." He pressed their foreheads together as he smile sweetly. "Not with you wearing this gown tonight my love, I'm sorry. You're just going to have to stay a wet mess until we get home. Where I can take it off you properly and not risk hurting ourselves or objects in the process of capitalizing on this very sexy behavior." He lightly kissed her lips before pulling back. "I am very flattered though you want me so badly. Promise I'm not going to be selfish at all when we get home."

"she'll certainly never flirt with you again. not that i don't trust you, darling, i just don't like them thinking they can." she already knows what he's going to say in response, a quiet sigh pushing past her lips even as she smiles at him. "come on baby, it's been a decade since the incident. surely we can be more discreet by now." her brows furrow as his words truly sink in, amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth. "you know, you sounded a lot like our therapist with that 'working through my feelings' line." she teases gently, though while she knows the effect that she has on her husband, she knows how he feels about this. she's quiet for a moment, eyes lighting up with mischief a moment later. "what if we went for a quickie in the car and then came back? the windows are tinted, no one would see."

"She thinks she's untouchable I guess but I know you'll prove her wrong." Ross smirked knowing no one did revenge better than his wife. Before she even says a word he knows what she wants based on the way she's touching the back of his neck. Something that always turned him on yet considering their past he had a firm rule of not fucking at these kinds of events. "Sweetheart," he soothed with a firm tone as his hand rested on her waist. "I told you that we aren't doing that again. So we can either leave early or you can find a different way to work through these feelings besides sexually." He replied knowing she wouldn't like the answer yet he wasn't going to give into her demands in this situation.