So my inspiration for this story is that I've on wattpad a long time but I never found a book that had a strong female. Like she takes bullshit from no one, and backs up everything she says but sometimes she will have her moments. Plus I don't like...
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I woke up Wednesday morning to the same sick feeling that I get when I sleep next to Amell. The sick bastard, one day someone will chin check him and I wont stop them. I don't even consider him as a father anymore it's crazy... As I quickly proceeded to get out of bed so he doesn't wake up I got my robe. However my plan was quickly crumbled as I'm pulled from behind falling back onto the bed.
"Mio caro, what are you doing up so early", he says roughly grabbing my inner thighs. I roll my eyes and push him off me.
"Was I too rough last night", he says sickly then a sly smirk on his smug little face. I walked out the door furious wishing I could put 100 fucking bullets in his fucking skull. I breathed heavily as I went to the bathroom to get ready but all my built anger drove me to punched the mirror to start off my day...Fun. I made sure to lock the door just in case the fucker couldn't get in.
I got in the shower and scrubbed my skin hard, so I didn't smell like him. When I was done he started banging on the bathroom door. "You know how I feel about locked doors", he said loudly as he kept banging loudly on the door.
"If you need to use the bathroom use the others", I said sarcastically as I got my brush for my teeth. When I was done fluffed out my afro and picked it out to give it some volume. As I opened the door he stood there with a dead panned face but I had plastered a goofy smile. I slyly smiled at him then pushed him out the doorway.
"I know your in one of your little moods Passerotto mio but I will slap the mess out of you if you don't get that attitude out fucking your system", he said dead serious. I stopped my tracks on the kitchen and turned on my heels ready to start a fight. But I was promptly interrupted by my little Mio amore.
Luca quickly greets me and his "grandpa" Good Morning, then he sits on the barstool.
"What's for breakfast" he happily asks, but I quickly shoot down his question asking if he has his bookbag packed, took a bath, and brushed his teeth.
"Mom I'm not a kid you don't have to ask me all of this" he says scolding me. Well dang I'm just checking I said as I put my hands in surrender.
"Why don't you cook for us Amina as women of the house, Amell said as he smiled wide.
If I were to cook I would definitely poison his food and make it look like an accident but since I didn't know where to get it from I could always hope he chokes to death.
I just made the basic bacon and scrambled eggs I ate and stared at Amell hoping God would finally answer my prayers and just make him choke. Every time he took a bite its like he knew what I wanted and he took pleasure in that. I got up from the table and put on my sports bra and compression pants. As I left with Amell going to the bus and I going to my 2020 BMW Z4. I started it up and went to the gym.
