The Mechanic

Chapter Three

***Short A/N sorry, I know you guys hate them but that you so much to @dramaXOXOXO for being the first person to give me feed back!! Keep being awesome!! And picture is of Mike played by Brett Davern from Awkward. Enjoy!!***

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"Look, scusa." He grunted out after an hour of absolute silence.

"Whatever." I tightened my hands on the steering wheel.

"Cagna..." He muttered.

"Scusami?" I was beyond pissed. Who does this guy think he his!

"You heard me, pricipessa."

"I am this close to slamming on the breaks again. This close!" I pinched my thumb and index finger together for emphasis. He didn't open his pretty boy mouth again after that.

"Auntie!"

"Yes?"

"Peepee!"

"Shit." I muttered. At least we're almost home. "Okay, bubba! We're almost home!"

Instead of pulling up to the garage, I pulled behind it where Aldofo's driveway starts.

Once we reached the huge house, I shut the car off and hoped out. Sebastiano had already gotten out.

"I'll get Angelo." He said.

I just nodded and grabbed his diaper bag and went to the door to unlock it. After setting the bag down in the living room, I went back outside to check on pretty boy.

"Che cazzo, stupido pezzo de merda!" He muttered, grunting in frustration.

"Need help, PB?"

"PB? Like peanut butter? And no. I've got it."

"No. PB. Like pretty boy. That's your new nickname." I laughed a little at the end due to the fact that I am hilarious and because PB was literally tangled in car seat straps. "Move. I'll do it." For once he listened. I undid the straps and pulled a giggling Angelo out of the car. "That wasn't so hard, now was it, Angelo?" I laughed again and put the baby on my hip and entered the house to clean him up.

"You know, motherhood becomes you." His voice sounded strained as he whispered in my ear after cleaning up Angelo.

I barked out a laugh and adjusted Angelo on my hip. "How about dinner?" I say, completely ignoring him.

"Num nums!" Angelo cheered.

"Mac and cheese?" I sat him in his chair.

"Yay!" He cheered again. This little boy gives me hope.

"Did you not hear me, principessa?" PB questioned. "I said, 'motherhood becomes you'."

"Well it's too bad I'm never having children, isn't it?" I rolled my eyes. Before he could make a snappy remark, my phone let out a soft ding.

Come to the door.

I did at the text said and I resisted to urge to slam the door in his face.

"Ayla, just hear me out! Babe, you know that I love you!"

"Oh, shut it. I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid." Wait, what?

"Baby, is there a problem here?" A strong Italian voice spoke as a strong Italian arm encircled me waist.

"Mikey!" Angelo cheered. Ok. Maybe this little boy doesn't give me hope.

"Angelo! And..." Mike said with just as much enthusiasm and the baby behind me.

"Your replacement." Sebastiano smirked and handed Angelo to me then stuck his hand out to Mike.

Mike looked at it like it was diseased. "Replacement? Wow so I guess what everyone was saying is true. You are a hoe." Mike snickered.

"Wow must be true. Because everyone says you have a small dick, too." I was fuming. "Bring him to the living room?"

"Of course, mi amore" Sebastiano kissed my forehead before taking Angelo and closing the door behind him.

"How dare you!" I spit at the boy I thought I loved.

"Me? Really? You've got some guy sitting in your house with Angelo!"

I fake yawned. "Are you done with your story yet? And for your information, that is Aldofo's nephew. Angelo's cousin. He has every right to be here. You on the other hand, do not." I felt a sharp sting on my cheek and my head snapped to the side.

"I thought I told you to never speak to me like that again, you little whore!" He grabbed a fistful of my hair and I let out a sharp cry. I then heard the sound of someone running towards the door.

"What the hell is going on here?" PB roared. He does a lot of that.

I let out a strangled cry and then the pain I felt from my hair being ripped from my head ceased. Instead, I heard the familiar sound or flesh hitting flesh and whipped my head around to see that PB had my EX boyfriend pinned to the ground and was now turning his face to mush. Well Monday morning will be interesting... I thought.

"Auntie...?" A small voice made me whip my head in the opposite direction. Gesú, I'm going to give myself whiplash...

"Bambino, what are you doing out here? Come on let's go inside..." My poor little princey had tears and snot running down his face. He hated when people were fighting.

Angelo nodded his head and grasped the air between us, wanting to be held. I complied and held him protectively against me. I then brought him inside where I whipped his face clean and got him ready for bed.

After he had fallen asleep, which wasn't very long, ten minutes tops, I ventured outside to see the boys still going at it.

"You Italian piece of-"

"Spazzatura Americano-"

"Enough!" I stomped my foot like a child, making the two men stop their pissing match and look at me. "You!" My light blue painted finger nail landed on Mike. "Get off of my property!"

"It's not your property, it's Adolfo's, you little-"

"Finish that sentence and I swear to God I will slit your throat where you stand." Okay... That was a wee bit unnecessary...

Mike's face paled and his body went ridged before he composed himself and continued. "Whatever. You're not even worth it." He spit at me and walked to his car before peeling out of the drive way.

I grabbed Sebastiano's arm before he could once again go after my ex boyfriend. If looks could kill...

"Hey, look at me. Sebastiano." When he didn't respond, I grabbed his face and made him look at me. "It's not worth it. You're right, he is spazzatura Americano." I felt his jaw clench under my fingers. "Respirare." I spoke gently.

After a few moments of him clenching and unclenching his jaw and fists, I brought him inside and showed him his room so he could clean up the blood on his fists. I couldn't tell if he was bleeding or if it was all Mike's blood.

While PB was in the shower, I sat in the living room and my head in my hands. I viciously rubbed my face, trying to rub away the stress and not succeeding.