The Mafia And His Illegitimate Child

Chapter 5:Life A Living Hell

'You need millions of reason to love someone but one reason to break up.'- Anonymous

Chapter 5:Life A Living Hell

Give me a reason to not break. Give me a reason to hold on. Give me a reason to not fall apart, because a mistake is done unknowingly but not repeatedly. Like the say it's a mistake once but not twice.

I stared ahead, my heart tearing apart at the sight in front of me. There would be a time where my heart would have swell up at the sight, but now I look ahead and see what he destroyed what we would have had and what he has ruined.

Our presence was still unknown, the gaze filled with love as he stared down at Luca as if he was a award he had earned. The smile of victory could clearly be seen, his emotions were clear like a child receiving its favourite candy.

He held Luca so protectively, securing him.
But he crumbled our relationship as a family, I did not want to seem affected by what I saw so I covered up my emotions and opened the door further making the door creek and finally my presence was known as Lincoln's eyes lifted and met mine.

Our life had become like a rose, admires from the outside but eventually it would wither. Petals start to turn brown, decaying of it's once beauty. It's once green stem now turning black and it's thorns are turning yellow unable to protect themselves from those who destroy them.

The thorns which made everyone stay away...were cut off, stripping me naked and giving access to those who wants to destroy me from my happiness to come.

"Why are you here?"

My question seemed to catch him off guard,  he stared at me in confusion as he continued to hold Luca. Approaching him, I took my son from him his arms and pecked his forehead.

"What is that supposed too mean, Rose?"

His voice was becoming a little rough, which was what usually happened when he would become annoyed or even becoming angry. I kept a neutral look, not showing any sign of emotions.

"I am just shocked, you are never there for him. I almost forgot he had a father, you seem to care more about your illegitimate unborn child more than the one you already have."

I spoke placing Luca in his crib, it seemed I had reached the peak of his anger because the next moment I had his tight grip on my arms, his glare staring right into my eyes and his body pressed against mine whilst I was pushed against the wall near the crib.

"GET OUT!"

For a moment I was startled by him yelling, and assumed it was for me but hearing the door shut made me remember the nanny. My eyes remained on him not showing any sign of defeat.

"Get of me you-"

"Do not take my silence as an opportunity to insult me. Do not ever and I mean never tell me I am a horrible father, the furniture you see around here I bought it, the clothes on him I bought it and this shelter over his head is my house. I love my son, just as much as I love you."

I froze at his words, he released me stepping back. He closed his eyes, whilst rubbing his face with his palm. I was shocked to see this side of him and I was not going to hide my surprise, he had never Shown his rough side to me and seeing it just shocked me I was not afraid I knew he would never hurt me well not physically.

"Well do you blame me for judging you, you were busy playing the better dad with your pregnant ass mistress whilst your son had stopped breathing, then you had the guts to lie to my face saying your in a meeting."

I yelled back, I closed my eyes trying to calm down reminding myself there is a child in this room even though Luca was just two weeks old and could not understand or even remember what is going on I did not want to be scared of either one of us.

"If I knew my son was hospitalised I would have been by your side, and you god damn know it. I may be a terrible husband at the moment, but I am not a terrible father."

Turning my back to him no longer wanting to walk to him, I approached Luca seeing his eyes wide open, his mouth open and he was bubbling whilst drooling.

"Aww my baby, are you hungry. My baby is hungry."

I cooed lifting him up, I walked towards the rocking chair ignoring the presence of Lincoln and pulled down my top placing my nipple in Luca's mouth who eagerly began sucking.

"Bring me the diaper bag."

I spoke, gently rubbing the back of my son. When Lincoln bought the bag and settled it beside me, his eyes staring at my breast where Luca was sucking drinking my milk.

"Eyes up here, you pig."

I gritted out in between my teeth, Lincoln instantly looked at my face raising his hands seeing my glare. Once Luca was finished drinking, I made him burp before walking around the room and in no time Luca had pooped his nappy and needed a change.

"How do you know he would poop right after being fed?"

Shrugging my shoulder I laid the baby down, before an idea appeared on my head and I stepped back making Lincoln narrow his eyes at me.

"It's a routine he does since he was born, since your an amazing father why don't you prove it."

I spoke, Lincoln seemed too to understand what I meant which made me narrow my eyes.

"Change his diapers."

Was all I said making his eyes widened, he gulped turning his attention towards the baby who seemed to find the right time to begin to cry. He looked at me and I looked at him.

I was not going to deprive him from his son, but I was going to make his life a living hell. He was going to regret ever and I mean ever laying his hands on me, cheating on me and even thinking he could just yell and me and I would let him.