We had gotten out the hospital and went home. During the whole ride I held Marciano close to me. After that dream I was so afraid of him leaving.
I looked over at the babies and gently stroked their heads.
"What did you name them?", I asked.
"Michelangelo and Matteó," Marciello said.
"That's a long ass name," I said.
"Yeah, but we will just call him Mickey or Angie," Marciello shrugged. I nodded my head, his bitch ass knew I did not like that name.
"I see the steam coming out of your ears. What are you thinking?", Marciello asked him.
"Nothing I'm fine," I said, shrugging. I felt Marciano hold me closer.
"Why would Regrano want to kill us?", I asked.
Marciello started looking nervous.
"It's because daddy is still in the mafia," Marciano said.
"Rat," Marciello mumbled.
"Maybe next time you will give me my icecream," Marciano said.
"Your still in the mafia?!", I asked him.
"Yes," Marciello nodded nervously. I didn't say anything, I was going to deal with his ass when we got home.
We made it home and I told Marciano to go upstairs. The babies were in their room.
"So I guess you want to talk?", Marciello asked.
"Yes, why would you lie to me?", I asked him.
"I wasn't exactly lying to you, I just wasn't telling you the whole truth," Marciello said.
"Marciello," I warned.
"Bebé, I didn't want to lie to you. It's just that I love being in the mafia, it's my family. It's been in my family for generations," Marciello said.
"Yeah a family of people who try to kill you all the time," I said, rolling my eyes.
"That's just some rats. The rest are loyal to me and if I left the mafia, there would be no leader. A lot of people wouldn't have jobs and wouldn't be able to pay their bills and support their families," Marciello said.
"Well since the mafia seems very important to you I can't ask you to leave it, but I will not have my children involved. I can't be with you as long as you do this, I want a divorce," I said.
"You can't do that our contract isn't up yet," Marciello smirked.
"But it will be in a few months," I said. His smirk dropped.
"Your not fit to raise the children on your own. I can take them from you," Marciello said.
"You can't take Marciano because he isn't yours and in the contact it stated that if we had children you would give me 500,000 for each. So after the divorce I will be fit to raise them. Plus if that doesn't work there is always child support," I said.
"I see you think you have this all figured out but I think you forgot who the fuck I am. The judge will always be on my side, I own the whole fucking justice system. So if you think they are going to rule in your favor, then your mistaken. You don't want to play this game with me because I always win," Marciello said darkly.
"I hate you," I told him.
"I never asked you to love me," he said as he walked out.
