Stella Starlet

Wife

Recap: 

Luciano = Carlisle's father

Valentina = Carlisle's mother

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"It doesn't fucking make sense! I shot that son of a bitch dead," Carlisle exclaimed as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. 

"Well, son, either you didn't fucking shoot him correctly or he already had this plan in place before he died," Luciano said. 

Carlisle finished his glass of cognac and slammed the crystal snifter onto the table. 

"I want to go to war with him, or whoever is doing this shit," Carlisle announced. 

I tensed up. I didn't want Carlisle fighting anyone, I didn't want him to get hurt; especially over me. 

His father chuckled and exhaled his cigar smoke. 

"Don't you think war is . . . over zealous?" Luciano taunted. 

Carlisle gave him a look of warning. 

"Fuck's sake. Carlisle, you want my men from Italy to come here to fight with your men against someone we don't even know is alive?" 

"They tried to kill me. Does that even make sense through your thick, fucking skull?!" Carlisle yelled as he slammed a fist down on the table. 

"You have a lot of nerve boy. You show up at my goddamn house, with some-" His father gestured to me. "Fucking teenager. You almost kill yourself because you're a stupid-fuck! And then now you want me to risk my men, over you?! When I'm not convinced you even deserve your men?!" His father shouted back, standing up and getting in Carlisle's face. 

"Watch yourself, father. You're getting old, you won't be able to fight me," Carlisle sneered. 

"No, I may not be able to fight, but I can fucking shoot you." 

Luciano held his pistol to Carlisle's chest, just as Valentina walked in. 

"Oddio! Luciano! Get that away from my son!" 

She stormed over and Luciano lowered it quickly, tucking it away again. 

As soon as Valentina reached Luciano, she grabbed him by the ear and began scolding him as if her were a misbehaved toddler. 

"You do not point guns at our kids, Luciano!" She then began to speed in rapid Italian, using animated hand gestures to get her point across.

Luciano slightly pouted and mumbled a 'yes, dear' ever so often. 

"You are going to help him, Luciano. I did not hold him in my stomach for nine months for you to be an ass to him!" 

Luciano looked over to Carlisle. 

"Fine, you get my men. But you better plan every single second down to every bullet. I don't want my men dying because of your shitty planning."

Carlisle shook his hand and they grinned. 

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Carlisle and I were lounging on the couch, curled into each others arms, when the doorbell rang. 

I stayed back as Carlisle went go answer it. 

After about two minutes when Carlisle didn't come back, I got up and walked to the door calling his name. 

When I got there, he was intensely talking in a whisper to a woman standing in the doorway, a vein in his neck appearing. 

"Oh dear, what do we have here?" The woman looked at me, up and down, and laughed. She stepped into he foyer towards me. 

"Amber, don't," Carlisle warned. 

"Well, you must be the flavor of the month. They get younger every time, don't they, Carlisle? This one-" she turned to Carlisle. "Is a little . . . plain."

"Amber, fuck off you-"

I interrupted Carlisle. "Who the fuck are you?" I asked, abruptly and abrasively. 

"I'm his wife. Nice to meet you." 

I froze. 

I was face to face with his wife, a beautiful woman who intimidated the shit out of me. 

Amber turned to Carlisle and looped her arm through his, holding out her hand to admire her wedding rings. 

"You always had such nice taste, Carlisle."

"Get out of my house." 

Carlisle got out of her grip and walked over to me, he rested his arm around my waist. 

"Aw, baby, don't say that. After spending such a long time apart, I realized that I missed you. And I still love you. Let's get back together."

I choked.

"Your feelings are not mutual. Now please get out of my house, because, quite frankly, I want to fuck my girlfriend."

Amber narrowed her eyes at us as I stifled back a laugh. 

"Okay, Carlisle, if this is how you want to be, then fine! You'll come back to me."

With a wink at him, the walked out of the front door and slammed it shut behind her. 

"Well, fuck. That was exceedingly unpleasant," I remarked as I walked back to the couch. "I always thought your wife would be less . . . bitchy." 

He laughed and sat down. "She wasn't always like that. When we were younger, she was a lot kinder and less . . . promiscuous; with other men." 

We both looked at each other and chuckled. 

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Sorry this chapter was short and boring :( 

Also, sorry about being so slow about posting new chapters; I've been crazy busy lately. 

Hopefully I'll start to pick up speed again!

Thanks for reading, lovelies! xoxo