My Mafia Baby Daddy (Part 2)

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Valentina walked into their home with Michael right behind her. He was so close she could feel the warmth of his skin next to hers. She wanted to puke.

"Valentina, I'm asking you for the last time where were you." His voice raised as he closed the door behind them. She sucked her teeth and turned to him.

"I went to see Kiara at the hospital!” he stilled clenching his fist at his sides.
“ I told you I didn't want you to go see Kiara.” Michael hissed his voice low and Valentina rolled her eyes.
“Why? Because you're a liar, you didn't want her to tell me that she was really pregnant, and not in some mental institution.” she said as he walked closer to her, she felt like she hated him, and without thinking she lifted her hands to strike him in his face.

Michael's hand connected to hers, so swiftly. Grabbing it before it can even touch his face. His eyes burned like the devil as he looked at her a little shocked that she even attempted to put her hand on him. Her eyes mirrored his as a small gasp escaped her lips.

"Have you lost your damn mind?"

"Let go of me, Michael!" He pulled her around so that her back was against his chest. She can feel his breathing and the tightness of his hard chest against her delicate back.

"You're so frustrating," Michael growled against his wife's face as he buried his face into hers. She squirmed trying to pull away, but his hands firmly held hers behind her back.

"I meant what I said," he said once more.

"What I did concerning Kiara was for your own good."

"For my own good," she yelled before covering her mouth, in her drunken state plus, the anger she felt for Michael she forgot the baby was asleep when the soft then loud wail came from upstairs. Michael sighed deeply.

"Now look what you done," she tried pulling away from him, to go to Andrew but he shook his head and let go of her arm.

"I don't want you near him," he said to her

"Especially in your current state," Valentina sucked her teeth, as he left to go tend to their son. Even though she wanted to punch him in the face, Michael was right she shouldn't be tending to Andrew at this moment.

Valentina rolled her shoulders and walked upstairs. She passed by Andrew's room on her way to the bathroom. Michael had him cradled in his arms as he gently rocked him back to sleep. She stopped and stared at them.

Michael had his head bowed staring at their three months old face. He then looked up and their eyes connected. Valentina looked away instantly, turning and going on her way.

She sat in the bathtub naked her knees to her chest as the steam of the vanilla-scented bath surrounded her. She let her cries consume her, it riddled her body until she was dry-heaving because it hurt to breathe.

How dare he? She thought

"How dare he lie, in the guise of protecting her?" That was the problem with her husband, he needed to always control her, and the things that happened around her all the time. Like if she was a dolly and he controlled her string.

Valentina didn't know how long she was silently cursing him when she heard the door of the bathroom open. It was Michael and their eyes connected once more, hers red and puffy, his aloof.

"Oh, I thought you had fallen asleep in there," he said, wearing just his pajama pants and he wrapped his arm around his taunt stomach which almost made him look menacing in the dim room. Valentina rolled her eyes at him.

"You need to stop this now," he told her

"Stop what?" She asked sarcastically

"The attitude!"