D E A N
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"Is this for mommy," Hazel asks pointing to the small dinner in the dining room.
"Yes it is, but when mommy is here I need you to go to your room," I request finishing the set ups.
I had a nice dinner planned for Parisa, but she couldn't make it.
I swear if someone hurt her they're done.
Now I made her a small dinner, I hope she enjoys chicken nuggets more than caviar.
"But why?" Hazel asks sitting in one of the chairs.
"So your mom and I can have some adult time," I smile but Hazel isn't amused.
"Daddy you're giving mommy chicken nuggets and craft mac and cheese, and you call that adult time," she says and takes one of the chicken nuggets off of the plate.
"Shh! And tell your mom you made it, she'd enjoy it more," kissing her forehead she hopes out of the seat and goes to the living room.
The doorbell rings and I walk to the door opening it. Seeing it's Parisa I kiss her, but her face is what makes me pull away.
She rushes into the house without saying anything and I close the door, "what the hell happened to your face."
She looks at me and I pull her closer to me, lifting her chin I look closely at the bruises, "he did it, didn't he," I ask but she ignores me.
"Parisa, did Kenzo do this to you," I asked frustrated.
I'm not upset with Parisa, I'm upset with myself. I should've protected her, "I handled it," she says.
By handling it I hope she means calling up my team and telling them what he did.
Hazel comes running up and pulls on Parisa's sleeve, "mom," she calls, "ew why is it wet," Hazel asks.
Parisa quickly takes her jacket off throwing it to the floor, she ignores Hazel and walks over to the dining room, "Hazel. Your mom is upset, go to your room."
She listens but she looks a little sad.
Walking over to the dining room Parisa is sitting down at the table, "what's going on," I ask.
"To make it easier for you, Kenzo broke into my house, beat me unconscious, raped me, and left," she says with an attitude but I'm too furious about what he did.
Taking out my phone Parisa takes it out of my hand, "what are you doing," I ask.
"As I told you, baby, I already handled it," she answers placing my phone on the table.
"What do you mean by handled it? Why the fuck is he upset with you in the first place," I ask crossing my arms.
"I killed him," she answers.
"How? When, angel answers correctly," I respond.
"I stabbed him in his dick, stomach, and throat a few minutes ago, that's why my jacket was wet because it's his blood," she tells me crossing one leg over the over.
Fuck that's hot.
Raising my eyebrows in shock she continues, "and he was upset with me because my dad told him I was pregnant with his baby, but I had a miscarriage and it wasn't his baby."
My heart drops when she says that, she was pregnant and didn't tell me?
"Who's baby was it," I know the answer, but I want to hear her say it.
