The Mafia King's Nicotine

Chapter 47

"Come on baby, you have to eat." Erik pushed her still full plate closer to her, but she shoved it away.

"I told you I'm not hungry." She crossed her arms over the top of her knees that were pulled up to her chest. They were sitting at the kitchen table of her parent's home finishing up dinner. Well, Vivian was. It has been over 5 weeks of being free from Ollie and only 3 weeks since the sams club ordeal but still, she couldn't rid the anxiety that constantly flooded her senses.

Erik stood up from his seat and pulled at his hair trying to control his frustration, "Vivian." He warned, making his short temper obvious, "You have to eat the rest of your food or you're gonna be sitting here all night."

She looked up at him from where her head rested against her arms and just stared. He stood there across from her meeting her gaze, expression cold until she burst out laughing.

He stormed over to her chair, ripping it back so they were face to face. He dug his fingers into the side of the table, not wanting to lash out, "I don't know what you think is so fucking funny!" He said through gritted teeth.

Vivian immediately stopped laughing, his voice sending spikes of fear through her stomach and tears began to well in her eyes.

"I-I'm not a child." She said quietly.

"I'm sorry, what?" Erik asked, tilting his head to the side, "Speak up." He ordered.

"I said I'm not a child." She tried to be more confident.

Tried.

"Well, you're fucking acting like one! Eat your god damn food!" His voice was harsh and usually, when he was upset with her, she still knew he loved her and wouldn't hurt her. Now? Now she wasn't so sure.

"I'm not hungry." She whispered, pulling her legs back up, hugging them tightly.

Erik turned back around to face her, his blue eyes turning black with anger, "Did I ask?"

"No."

"I didn't think so." He grabbed the fork beside the plate of beans and her rejected hamburger, "Do I have to feed you myself?"

"No." She whispered again, reaching out for the fork but Erik held it out of her reach.

"Are you gonna eat?" He asked harshly, receiving a silent nod, "Words, Vivian."

The tears that sat behind her eyes began to spill and she croaked out a soft 'yes.'

"Merde!" (Shit!) Erik threw the fork down on the table and paced across the kitchen floor. Vivian picked up the utensil from where it landed and quickly took a bite of beans.

"Putain!" (Fuck!) He kicked the trash can that sat beside the sink, making Vivian cover her ears, watching him with wide eyes.

Why was he doing this?

"Please stop." But Erik didn't hear her, only kept cursing loudly in French, "Erik... Babe." She called out a little louder.

He quickly stopped his path of distraction and bore his eyes into her, "What did you call me?" He asked, beginning to stalk towards her, his plaid shirt having fallen out of where it was tucked into his pants.

She continued to watch him, fear washing over her in waves when he adjusted his belt.

"I asked you a question." He held her chin in his hand, lifting her face up to his.

"Nothing." She whispered breathlessly.

He smirked. God his smirk was sexy, "Well that's not true. Are you lying to me now?" She shook her head, "Say it again. Go on."