Fiore Mortale (mxm)

54.

"Get up." Arsenio snaps at me since I'd draped myself in his lap to cry.

"Please." I beg, tightly wrapping my arms around his neck wiping my face since we'd chosen to still have dinner together.

It was only Arsenio, Georgie, Alanine, and I at the table even after I'd napped.

"I've already told you no for the millionth time today. Get off of me and eat dinner before your food gets cold."
I sigh in total exasperation getting out of his lap.

"Georgie needs milk." Alanine says making me roll my eyes.

"Sounds personal." I snap.

"Eli." He growls.

"No! No! No! How does that sound? Crazy right, when she's never been denied breast milk before tonight."

"I'll seriously shoot you." He threatens me pulling out what I know is a fully loaded gun. He holds it at me while I angrily set up the pump letting it milk me for all its worth.

"I seriously hate you." I growl practically throwing the finished product at Alanine who just rolls her eyes.

"That's fine, sit down and eat."

"No."

"Quite frankly at this point Eli, I don't care what you decide to do. I'm going to finish eating and go to bed." I was being petulant, it didn't matter if I'd known it, if I tried to stop acting out.

My hormones were expecting a natural flow. I'd even tried jacking off to claim my independence from Arsenio, but I felt absolutely disgusted when I did cûm and threw up.

"I hate you!" I scream like a kid not able to pick out my favorite candy in the candy store as he rolls his eyes.

"I heard you earlier and I don't care. This is what it feels like when you play mind games, I'm only returning the favor." He shrugs me off.

"I'll leave you." I hiss, as Carmen hobbles past the argument and to the kitchen.

"There's the front door." We glare at each other before I turn and hear the safety click. "You'll leave out that door in a body bag."

"Look, calm this shit down. I'm tired of hearing you two argue. First off days in forever and I'm not going to hear this!" Giovanni snaps entering the dining room standing next to me.

"What the hell is going on?" Bebè hisses deciding to come into the room to diffuse our argument.

"Eli is a fucking crybaby and I'm tired of his hard headed ass not listening, so I'm breaking him until he listens." Arsenio explains like it's not big deal.

"As he should, we've had everyone punished and Eli thinks he doesn't have to follow the rules. So if depriving him and threatening to kill him will make him listen so be it. Everyone will just have to deal with it." Pericio calls coming into the dining room next.

Great everyone could be in on our argument. "I'm not threatening him, I will really shoot him." Arsenio shrugs never putting the gun down as Alanine feeds Georgie, not bothered since she's been putting up with this all day.

Gio rolls his eyes at his brother's bluff.
"You don't have to worry about Rosabelle being christened. I refuse to be your anything!" I hiss, not liking how unbelievably hormonal I'd been lately.

Arsenio stares blankly at me as if he didn't know who I was.

"How about you come sit with us for a while and cool off?" Narazio states, knowing it was a low blow for me to even say that and obviously the way his brother's eyes cloud over were a clear indication of my poisonous words.