IN THE DARK.

7

Mia kissed her little girl's head as she dressed her up in a white onesie after her night bath.

It had been a month since Mia got discharged from the hospital and came back the estate.

It was then when Maria told her that her cub had difficulties the first 2 days after birth and she didn't wanna worry Mia so she didn't tell her.

"You're so tiny and precious." Mia cooed her little one.

"Charlotte, how beautiful are you cub." She sniffled her baby's little palm.

The little one was named Charlotte. Mia didn't think too much about it. The name just came into her mind and felt perfect.

She couldn't love her child more. She thought the love she felt for Emiliano was the most she'd ever feel for someone but she was wrong.

So very wrong but this was beyond anything.

It was late in the night, when someone knocked on Mia's bedroom door.

"Don Emiliano is drunk and he doesn't want anyone helping him out." Emiliano's chauffeur said.

"What can i do then ?" She asked him.

"Please help us. Maybe he'll listen you." She looked at her cub sleeping soundly and nodded her head.

Why was i so nice again ?

Emiliano was sitting in the living room with a whiskey bottle in his hand. Only in his white shirt and slacks. His white shirt had red stains. Apparently of blood but he looked perfectly fine so it was someone else's. His suit jacket discarded, hair all over the place.

He looked at Mia and looked away soon after.

"What is wrong ?" Mia asked

"None of your fucking business." He answered as he took a sip from his alcohol.

"You need to go to your room." Mia told him and he laughed bitterly.

"You need to leave." He pointed at Mia and drank some more.

Emiliano had a very high tolerance of alcohol which resulted in severe headaches when he woke up.

"Get up." Mia told him she tried to get the alcohol away.
"You'll not be able to function tomorrow."

"Get up, Emiliano." Mia said in a pleading voice and he gave in. He didn't fight here. Which took her by surprise.

She held his tattooed hand as he walked behind her.
His steps wobbly and slow. Humming an out of rhythm tune.

"Your hair is so long." He commented

Mia didn't say anything until they reached the door of his bedroom.

"Get inside." She ordered him.

"No." He said.

"Come on, Emiliano. Get inside the room."

He finally got inside with her following him. He laid on his bed and looked at her.

"Take your shoes off."

"Little girl, are you ordering me around ?" Emiliano chuckled but then did exactly what she told him to do and threw his shoes to the other side of the room.

"Your shirt is bloodied. Who did you kill ?" Mia asked him, she didn't know why she was even talking to him. The same Emiliano who broke her heart into a millions of pieces. The same Emiliano who told her to kill her child.

"No one." He looked at Mia. His eyes were so tired.
"I killed no one."

She took his shirt off and asked him to lay on the bed but the next thing he did surprised her. He pulled her on his lap and looked at her features attentively.

"Remember how i used to make love to my baby girl all night on this bed ?" He asked his voice was so gentle.

"You make love to whores I thought you only fucked them." Mia chuckled bitterly.

"Emiliano.... leave me." Mia tried to break free but even his drunken hold was stronger than hers.

"You chose your kid over me." Was he even listening to himself ?

You chose your kid over me.

"I didn't choose anyone." Mia said looking anywhere but him.

She wouldn't choose anyone over him.

And she didn't choose her little girl over him.

There was no choice to make.

He kissed her temple lightly.

"Let me go." Mia got up from his lap.

It was the same Emiliano who didn't even look her way when she needed him the most.

"You need to sleep." She told him before leaving.