Mafia Made Love (BWWM) (18+)

MML: Chapter XLIII

Hannah's POV
"You're not doing it right! Start again Mass!" Cleo snapped.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched her make Massomiliano walk down the isle again while balancing a pillow in his small arms. Cleo is my best friend but she's turned into a bridezilla and it's pissing me off because my son is trying his hardest.

"Again!" She barked at my son after he failed to walk how she wanted him to yet again.

"No. Uh-uh, that's enough. My child is not a machine, you're being a bitch Cleo. Who the fuck cares if he walks the way you want him to? Come here baby." I had to interject because I know Mass just wants to hang out with Sario.

"I'm not being a bitch! He has to get it right!" Cleo fussed as his little body waddled off to Rosario.

"Cleo, I see you as a sister but you know I don't play when it comes to my son so back the fuck off. He's trying his best." I growled through gritted teeth.

"FINE THEN! IF MY WEDDING IS RUINED I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU." Cleo wailed, shoulder checking me as she ran out. I don't care if it was by accident or on purpose- I'm about to beat some sense into her.

"Whatever you're about to do, don't do it." Maxi's voice halted my actions.

"Excuse me?! Did you not just see that bitch shoulder check me? I've practically got whiplash!" I snapped at him.

"You said a bad worddd." Mass and Rosario said in unison.

"Yeah and I couple more bad words for her ass." I continued on as I had to fork over cash to not one but two gremlins.

"She's just stressed. Don't you think you're just over exaggerating?" Maxi questioned as he lit up a cigar with a raised eyebrow.

"The white girl starts crying over my child not being able to walk in a 'straight line' and I'm the one who's over exaggerating?!" I said in disbelief before snatching the cigar from his plump lips and stubbing it out.

"Go outside or smoke that shit later. You're not going to give my child the lungs of a smoker." I hissed in a low venomous tone.

"Our child." He replied with as much venom.

"You haven't done shit apart from dump your sperm inside of me. Prove to me that you're here to stay and you can claim him as much as you want- shoot maybe after that you can keep him for like a month and I'll even be able to go on holiday or something." I sighed at my fantasy but shook my head to get rid of those thoughts. I can't just take Mass away from school for a month and I wouldn't feel comfortable being separated from him for that long despite what I said.

"I'm here to stay, Principessa. I already told you that." Maxi said through gritted teeth which just made me chuckle darkly.

"And I'm supposed to believe what you say? With your track record? Tuh!" The audacity on this motherfucker- literally.

Damn it! Now I'm thinking about fucking him!

"Hannah, watch your fucking tone. I'm not going to apologise for doing what I thought was right." He growled. I could see him trying to keep his anger at bay but to be honest it just made me want to piss him off more.

"Why don't you watch your fucking tone Max? Because I'm not going to apologise for trying to spare my son the heartache."

"I know you're trying to goad me into these childish games and it's not going to work." Maxi said before snatching his cigar back and walking away.

"Alright everyone! I know that tensions are running a little high, so let's get on with this rehearsal!" Elia chirped as he walked into the room with his arm tightly wrapped around Cleo whose face was red and tear-stained.