The Enemy

Chapter Twenty-Four

~Matteo~

"Matteo I'm sleepy can I please take a nap?" I don't know what the fuck has been going on with Samora but she's been super fucking whiny lately. For the past two months it's been nonstop tears and attitude and of course today is no fucking different. I call myself being romantic and taking her on a breakfast date this morning and she had the nerve to make an ass out of herself. She cried because the restaurant we went to didn't serve hash browns. In truth I was irritated as well, if you have potatoes you can make some fucking hash browns. Completely ruined the good mood I was in. I had to buy the fucking place and threaten to fire and or kill every fucking worker just so the girl can get some damn hash browns just for her not to want the fucking hash browns once she got them. Then she cried because she said I yelled at her. Which I did because by that point she was pissing me off. Then we spent a hour and a half arguing because she caught an attitude because I was mad which I wouldn't have been if she wasn't acting like a spoiled fucking brat. I feel partially responsible. I have been spoiling the girl rotten but that doesn't give her leeway to piss me the fuck off over stupid shit. For about three hours she felt bad that she ruined our dumb ass idea of a date and tried to make it up to me by sucking me off on the car ride back to my place. It worked for a while until she just started whining about being sleepy.

I roll my eyes before looking across the desk at her. "Samora are you pregnant?" It's a valid fucking question. It's the only explanation for the way she's been acting all the whining and wanting to sleep so fucking much. Not to mention she's put on a few pounds. Not alot but it's noticeable. It looks damn good on her so I'm not complaining. At first I just contributed the weight to her unnatural relationship with food. The girl sure can eat. But it's been like that since I met her so I wasn't too concerned with it. But when you add that to all the bitchiness and crying she's been driving me crazy with lately? The only thing I can come up with is pregnancy. I don't want kids and whether she wants to keep it or not she has to get rid of it. Not up for debate. We've talked about it twice and I was super fucking clear that I wasn't having it. I've also expressed to her that I can't stand a female who doesn't fucking listen.

"Uhmm-" She cut herself off and put her index finger in her mouth. As if on cue she looks like she's about to cry. For the tenth fucking time today. Whether she knows it or not she's already answered my question and it's not the answer I was hoping for. Throwing the omertà law book on my desk I run my hand down my face and put my back against my chair. We were going over the oath so that when she takes it later tonight she'll know what she has to say as well as what she's getting herself into. Now I'm not so fucking sure I want her to take the shit. I clearly can't trust her to take her birth control pills how the fuck am I supposed to trust her to keep her fucking mouth shut. Although if this isn't proof enough that she can keep important information to herself then I don't know what the fuck is. I hope she wasn't expecting me to be happy about this. To accept this?

"Matteo don't be mad I just didn't know how to tell you. I know you dont-" I put my index finger up to shut her ass up before she talks herself into a grave. I love the girl. I truly do but this is one of those lines I will not cross. I do not want kids I have made myself abundantly fucking clear on that matter and still she blindsided me.

"Samora I j-, you have to get rid of it I don't want it." She looks at me like I've kicked her in the back of her head. Her green eyes clouded with tears of hurt. It almost broke my heart. Almost.

"Matteo-." I interrupt her again before she says something that will make me mad enough to lay hands on her and kill the baby myself.

"Samora I don't want to hear it. Nothing you say is going to convince me to let you keep that baby. How could you be so fucking stupid." The sound of my voice booms around us as I struggle to keep from raising my voice. I know if I yell at her the dam will break and she'll be full on crying and I don't even want to deal with that right now. The tears in her eyes turn from hurt to anger as they start to stream down her face. I close my eyes to keep myself in check. The fuck is she mad at me for?