Married To The Mafia (BWWM)

Laugh It Up

"Shut the fuck up!", I yelled at Marciello as he laughed.

"Bebé I'm sorry but this is golden. I gotta get the camera," he said. He went downstairs and came back with the camera.

"Say Hi to the camera," Marciello said.

"N*gga are you going to call the ambulance?", I asked.

"Your really stuck Bebé?", he asked, setting the camera down.

"Yes you dickwad. This is all your fucking fault!", I yelled. He just started laughing.

Thanks to Marciello I was stuck in the toilet. He left the toilet seat up and I slipped when I went into the bathroom. I fell in the toilet and now my ass was stuck.

"We don't need an ambulance. I'll help you," he said.

"Hurry Marciello, my ass is a numb," I said.

"I'm going to pull you out," he said. I nodded. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to him. I heard a slight pop noise and my ass was freed.

"There all better," he said as he patted my butt. I pushed him out the bathroom and hopped in the shower. I washed up and then co-washed my hair. After that I got out and wrapped a towel around my body. I walked out the bathroom and Marciello laughed.

"Keep laughing n*gga and imma hit yo ass," I said. He laughed even more. I went over to slap him, but he caught my hand before I could.

"You make me so mad," I growled at him.

"You really want to hit me bebé?", he asked. I nodded, pouting slightly.

He let go of my hand and I slapped him hard.

"That hurt," he said, holding his cheek.

"It was supposed to, you bitch ass nigga," I said as I got up. I went into my closet and got dressed. <<Belle's outfit to the side or top>>

I put on some gold gladiator sandals and walked out.

"Belle that's showing all your titties and your ass is almost out," Marciello complained.

"It's a romper," I said, rolling my eyes. I went into the bathroom and did my hair and makeup.

"Where are you going today?", Marciello asked.

"I'm hanging out with one of my old friends," I said.

"And who might that be?", Marciello asked.

"Alejandro," I said lowly.

"That's a man, sí?", he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Your not going," he said.

"Yes I am," I replied.

"Belle," Marciello said in a serious tone. I guess this would take some convincing. I went over and straddled his waist.

"Please," I said, pouting slightly.

"No Belle. You are not going,especially dressed like that," he said.

"What if I change?", I asked. He sighed.

"Please, papí," I said as I leaned down and kissed him.

"Who is this guy to you?", Marciello asked.

"Just a friend. I knew him in highschool," I said.

"You guys have history," Marciello said.

"Friendly history," I said.

"You like him?", Marciello asked. I rolled my eyes.

"No he is my friend," I said.

"I really want to let you see him, but I can't. I don't trust you guys together," he said.

"Why?", I asked.

"Because you have history. You guys are the same age. You probably like him and will end up leaving me for him," Marciello said.

"I'm not leaving you and I doubt you would ever let that happen," I said.

''I wouldn't, but I'm trying hard not to hurt you so work with me, bebé. I'm not comfortable with this situation and I don't want you going. You don't need to talk to him, you can talk to me," he said.

"Can I at least call him and tell him?", I asked sadly. I really wanted to see Alejandro, but I didn't want to make Marciello angry.

"Yeah, call him. I'll be back," he said as he threw me my phone.

I dialed Alejandro's number and he picked up.

"Hello?", I heard him say.

"Yeah. I won't be able to make it," I said.

"If you need me to pick you up I can,'' he said.

"No its not that. It's just my husband isn't comfortable with it and he doesn't want me going," I said.

"Why do you do that Belle?", he asked.

"What?", I asked confused.

"You let people control you. We both have dreams of becoming lawyers. I'm pursuing mine and I can help you pursue yours. I put in a good word for you here. They are going to let you in, all you need to do is move here," Alejandro said. Wow. I guess that was the news he needed to tell me.

"I need to talk to my husband about it," I said.

"I'll call you tomorrow. You know Harvard doesn't do this often, but they saw all that you did and what you have been through. And I know you have the ambition to do this. Don't let someone hold you back from your dreams," he said.

"Okay. Thanks," I said. He hung up and I knew he was right. I always wanted to go to law school and this opportunity presented itself and I need to take it.

Marciello came in, looking angry.

"What's wrong?", I asked. I noticed he was shaking.

"You told me you were just friends, but you dated in 9th grade," he said.

"For 2 weeks. It didn't mean anything after that we remained friends,'' I said.

"Anyways I need to talk to you about something," I said.

"What is it?", he asked.

"Umm... I got this opportunity to go to Harvard and study law," I said.

"I thought we were done with that," Marciello said.

"No, I really want to do it," I said.

"Fine. Go. Get out!", he said, making me flinch. I scurried out of the room and walked to the stairs. I felt a hard push and I fell down the stairs.

I gripped onto my stomach tightly as pain exploded through it. I looked up and saw Marciello standing at the top of the stairs. He looked at me one more time before he went back inside the room.

I cried out in agony as I saw blood staining my romper.