I know Belle was mad at me and I guess I said some mean things. I just didn't want her to leave me.
"So what are you going to do?", Deonté asked me. He was an old friend from Spain.
"If I get her pregnant again, do you think she'll consider staying?", I asked him.
"I don't think that will help," Deonté said.
"Then I don't know, I guess I'll just wing it," I said as I got up.
I left and got in my car. After about 10 minutes I made it home.
"Belle?", I shouted. There was no answer. I walked up the stairs and noticed it was really quiet. Then I noticed all the children's clothes were gone and Belle's.
She left me.
Belle's P.O.V.
"We'll this is our new home," I told the kids. The twins giggled and Marciano smiled.
"It will just be us, mommy?", he asked. I nodded my head and he smiled even more.
I walked in and noticed it still looked the same.
My father's house that is. Randomly he had called me and I told him about the situation. As an apology he gave me the house since he was the main reason I was with Marciello.
"You wanna go check out the rooms?", I asked. He nodded and we went into his room. I noticed my dad had remodeled it, I guess he had some money left over to do so. I saw that he had also given the twins a room too and it was fully furnished. I laid the twins in their cribs and let them rest.
I went in my room and it looked just the same. It really brought up memories, most of them weren't so great, but hopefully we could make better memories in this house.
I heard a bang on the door and looked out the peephole.
Fuck it was Marciello.
I just sat on the couch and hoped that he would go away.
"Belle you better open this fucking door right now!", he yelled as he banged on it harder.
I heard little cries come out the twins' room. I went in there and held them to quiet down their cries.
"Why is he here, mommy?", Marciano asked.
"Belle you have 3 fucking seconds to answer the door!", Marciello yelled.
I didn't want to answer the door, but something was telling me I should. I ignored that thought.
I grabbed the babies and grabbed Marciano.
"Let's go in the basement," I said. He nodded and we hurried down. When we got to the basement we hid behind this big dresser.
I heard Marciano's footsteps up above.
"Where are they?", I heard someone ask.
"Somewhere in here, that's what Marciano's tracking device told me," Marciello said.
Fuck! I forgot about that. He was going to find us.
"Belle, come out," I heard Marciello say as he opened the basement door.
I came out and saw 3 other men.
"Tómelos," I heard Marciano tell the men. They came over and took Marciano and the babies.
"What are you doing with my children. Give them back!", I yelled as I tried to get them out their hands.
"Stop it Belle, they are going to take them while I take you," Marciello said as he flipped me over his shoulder.
"Let me down!", I yelled as I kicked back and forth.
"Estancia aquí abajo, volveré pronto," Marciello said. (Stay down here, I'll be right back.)
I kept kicking my legs around and I felt Marciello throw me down on a bed.
"What were you thinking Belle!?", Marciello asked.
"I was thinking that I wanted to get away from your ass!", I yelled at him as I tried to kick him in the face.
He dodged my kick though.
"Stop it woman! You were being very irresponsible, anything could have happened to the kids. Then you bring them here, in hoodlum territory!'', Marciello yelled.
"This is where I grew up, you Jack ass!", I yelled.
"All I'm saying is that anything could have happened to them. Do you know how many people would love to take you and the kids away from me!? That is why you need to stay under my protection!", Marciello yelled.
"Your protection? Nigga your protection is weak as fuck. A bitch can't even take a bath without getting kidnapped!", I yelled.
"There were some loopholes in the security system, but I got it fixed. It is safe and that is where you and the kids need to be," Marciello said.
"Me and the kids need to be right here, away from your crazy ass," I told him.
"Your trying to call me crazy?! Your the fucking queen of crazy! You deranged bitch!", Marciello yelled.
"If I'm a bitch then yo mama is a bitch," I told him.
"Yeah she was a bitch. I guess you two share similar qualities," Marciello said.
"Shut the fuck up and get out my face!", I said.
"No your coming back home, where you belong," Marciello said.
"I'm not going anywhere I'm staying right here," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Why are you so stubborn? It's absolutely infuriating!'', Marciello said.
"Marciello I'm not here to have a conversation with you. You need to leave so my children and I can settle in to our new home. In a few months our contract is up and we can get a divorce then go our separate ways," I said.
"Is that what you really want, Belle?", he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Then look me in my eyes and tell me that! Tell me that you don't fucking love me and that you don't want to make it work!", Marciello said.
I didn't say anything, I still loved his annoying el chapo ass.
"Exactly you can't. You still want to be with me, but you always have to make things so fucking complicated. You hate the mafia, I get it, but the mafia isn't going away. So you need to get used to it. I accept your flaws,'' Marciello said.
"Flaws?", I asked. Bitch where?
"I overlook the fact that your crazy, I overlook the fact that your really fucking crazy, and I overlook the fact that you cheated on me," Marciello said.
"So you haven't cheated on me?", I asked him.
"I never cheated on you, ever. I love you too much," Marciello said.
"I love you too," I said.
"Come here woman," he said as he pulled me closer. He leaned down and kissed me.
"I guess I'll come back home," I said.
"Don't say it like that, you know you want to,'' Marciello said.
