Forbidden Love [BWWM]

XXXVIII. Calm Before The Storm

"I'll let you be this Barbie because she has dark hair like you do," Isabella said giving the brunette Barbie to Michael

"Does she have a name?"

"No, but how about Mikayla?"

"Are you trying to be funny?" He asked as she began to giggle

"No, sir."

"It sounds like you are. My name is Michael and you suggest the name, Mikayla." He said as Isabella started laughing
"Do I look like a Mikayla to you?"

"If you let your hair grow out longer." She giggled

"You little stinker." He said as he reached for her, held her down with one hand and began to tickle her with his other hand.

She laughed uncontrollably and rolled around on the floor to shield herself from his attack. "Ok, I surrender." She said still laughing as he stopped

"You're the only person in the world that can get away with calling me Mikayla and still keep their teeth." He chuckled

"That's because I'm too pretty."

"You sure are, baby girl." He said as he pinched her cheek.

A loud knocking sound came from downstairs as Michael stopped and listened for more noise. "What is that?" Isabella asked as Michael got up from the floor

"I don't know, but I'm going to go find out. Stay in here until I get back, okay?"

"Okay."

Michael left her room and went downstairs to his office, unlocked his top drawer and grabbed his gun, and began to load it.

The loud banging noise sounded again as he peeped around the corner and heard it was coming from the front door. Anna had the day off, so it was just Michael and Isabella in the house

He walked quietly over to the foyer and saw through the frosted glass of the door, he saw multiple legs and he went into instant attack mode.

Michael unlocked the door and quickly opened it with one hand and held the gun in his other hand. Once he saw a person he immediately snatched them by the shirt collar and pointed the gun at their head

"Hey! Mike! It's me! Chris."

Michael's nostrils flared and a large vein was now visible on the side of his neck. "Che cazzo hai che non va ?! Bussare alla mia dannata porta come se fossi la polizia. Dovrei metterti uno nel culo per rovinare la mia pace." Michael fumed as he still had the gun pointed at his head
(What the fuck is wrong with you?! Knocking at my damn door like you're the police. I ought of put one in your ass for ruining my peace.)

He put his hands up in defense, "Ehi, andiamo ora. Vuoi veramente uccidere tuo cugino? Di fronte a mia moglie e ai bambini non meno."
(Hey, come on now. Do you really want to kill your cousin? In front of my wife and kids no less.)