Chapter 40: Fillers

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Marciello's P.O.V.

I was so fucking angry. Belle had left from the mall and it was 3 o'clock in the fucking morning. Then on top of that she wasn't answering her fucking phone.

My phone started ringing and I answered it.

"Hello?", I asked.

"Yes is this Marciello Romani?", The person asked.

"Yes this is him, what do you want?", I asked annoyed.

"Your girlfriend, Belle Marie is here in a holding cell. We're calling you so you can bail her out,'' they said.

"What did she do?", I asked.

"She got arrested for public intoxication, public nuisance, and resisting arrest," the woman sighed.

"Okay I'll send someone there," I said. I couldn't go because I needed to watch the kids.

I called up Chilé and asked him since he lived right around the corner.

20 minutes later Belle came stumbling in the house.

"You are so irresponsible," I told her, shaking my head.

"I'm sorry," she slurred out, falling on me.

"No Belle, we need to have serious talk about this before this be-

"Shuuutuup," she said, putting her hand over my lips.

"No I will not shut up, what you did tonight was stupid as hell. You're a mother for God's sake,'' I said.

"Are you my baby daddy?", She asked, bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Yes," I said, rolling my eyes.

"You're hot," she said, her alcohol breath fanning my face.

I picked her up over my shoulder and started heading to the bathroom.

"Damn zaddy, you strong as fuck," she said, laughing hard.

I just shook my head and sat her down in the bathroom.

"Take a cold shower," I told her. She started taking off her clothing, revealing all her beautiful dark chocolate skin.

"Awe he wants to play," she said, laughing as she cupped my package.

"Stop that,'' I said, smacking her hand away.

"Join me in the shower," she said, pouting.

"No," I said.

"Then I'm not taking a shower,'' she said, pouting angrily.

"Get your ass in the shower. You need to sober up," I said.

"You suck," she said, sticking her tongue out childishly.

She got in the shower only to fall down, hitting her head on the wall.

After she took a shower I made her some coffee.

She seemed like she was sobering up.

"Are you in a state to talk?", I asked her.

"Before you say anything I'm sorry and I understand what I did was wrong,'' she said.

"And I also hope you understand that you are not talking to Tasha anymore,'' I told her.

"You can't tell me who I can talk to and who I can't,'' she said angrily.

"She's a bad influence. You don't need to be around her,'' I said.

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