Rossi

Chapter 17

I hate the fact I was the causes of her tears, I hate the fact that I made her face visible with sadness but I had to tell her the truth. I could see now she was lost for words trying to pick carefully what to say, Tears started welling up in her eyes and I fucking resented myself for it

"Stop the fucking car" She whispered and I pulled in to a parking space at the side of the road, Tears fell from her eyes and onto her lap and all I wanted to do was hug her and tell her it was a mistake a big fucking mistake.

"When." She asked bluntly wiping the tears away with her sleeve

"The night my parents came for dinner, when you left I-"

"I don't want to hear anymore" She cut me off her sadness died down a little

"I'm so fucking sorry baby I was hurt and I needed to take my anger out, She meant nothing it was meaningless she didn't even stay the night, it wasn't you, it wasn't right" I pleaded staring into her gorgeous brown eyes she still continued to not look at me

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" She furrowed her eyebrows and her voice broke a little

"I didn't know how to tell you, And I didn't want to fuck up what we have"

She let out a heavy sigh parting her lips a little "I'm not mad. We were barely married back then and I grinded on your dad don't forget" She murmured the last part "But if you fucked someone else now, Your dick would be in a blender"

"The thought wouldn't even cross my mind" I spoke and I meant it. I will never look at another woman the way I look at Isabella, Although most of the time I wanted to fuck her until she couldn't walk or even remember her own name I also wanted to hold her and play with her beautiful hair while she rested in my arms

Maybe I was going soft when it came to her, but anything else I still wanted everyone to shit their pants when they heard my name.

"Can we go home now?" She asked those beautiful eyes gleaming up at me

"Getting impatient are we?" I smirked starting up the car again and driving home, my hand on her lap the entire time

Once we reached the gates to my estate I noticed my fathers car parked in the driveway

fuck

"Wait here" I demanded opening my car door

"Why?" She asked confused

"My father is here"

"Well in that case i'm coming in with you"

"Isabella" I warned

"This is my house too I can handle myself Marcello" She tested me, Opening her car door and getting out and I followed her "I don't need you or anyone else to fight my battles"

"Please just do as I ask for once" I gritted almost yelling at her, if I could I would bend her over my lap right now and teach her a fucking lesson for disrespecting me

"Stop treating me like a fucking child and maybe one day I will!" She wailed stomping towards the front door

"Fucksake Isabella" I whispered to myself following her inside grabbing her wrist to pull her back and she yelped

"Get the fuck off of me!" She screamed but I respected her wish and my grip loosened on her wrist, Maybe it would leave a bruise but when she doesn't listen I tend to loose my shit

"Ahh my son and his whore, lovely to see you both" My father boomed coming down the stairs, Isabella shifted her body away from me and stood closer to my father unintentionally

"She's not a fucking whore, The fuck are you doing here I told you to never come here again" I barked "I think you forgot what i'd threatened you with no?"

I said to him-the night we had dinner together that if he ever came near this house or Isabella again I would tell my mother all about his little affairs with new women everynight

"Your mother kicked me out son" He sighed "I need somewhere to stay and I thought I could spend some time with my son and his slut"

"Call me a slut again and i'll shoot you in the fucking head!" Isabella yelled at the top of her voice

"Fiesty little one aren't you" He cooed and she scoffed rolling her eyes "My son is lucky"

"If you think you're staying here you're dead wrong, you have enough money to go to a hotel, so go" I demanded as he took a few steps foward only inches away from Isabella and I

"I'm staying here son, I'll sleep on the couch I won't even go near your wife" He prolonged leaning one the wall crossing his ankle over to the other one

"One night. That's all i'm allowing you, you won't go near Isabella or speak to her and if I see you touch her I won't hesitate to shoot you I don't give a fuck that you're my father" I rasped out

Letting him stay wasn't one of my best ideas but I'm not scared of a fucking fifty three year old man he wouldn't dare touch Isabella while i'm around so I wasn't intimidated at all.

"Got it." My father said before he walked over to the couch propping his feet up on the coffee table as if this was his house

"I can stick up for myself" Isabella irked, her tiny body infornt of me making me look slightly down on her "You need to stop treating me like a fucking child Marcello, your father doesn't bother me but you do"

She turned and marched up the stairs and a few seconds later I heard a door slam. fuck. I ran a hand through my hair hearing the faint noise of my father laughing in the distance

"The fuck are you laughing at" I questioned him, he turned his head around to look at me

"You need to teach her a lesson she needs to know she can't speak to you like that" He gave me really shitty advice he clearly didn't know much about women

"What she needs is to be left alone until she calms down, I don't need advice from a man that cheats on his wife every night"

"Fine, but she's only going to keep disrespecting you" He sang "Having a wife has turned you soft son and you know it"

"It hasn't turned me soft, It's made me happier" I explained taking a seat across from him running a hand through my hair again

"You can be happy whilst killing people, I see it in your eyes everytime you take someones life" He spoke "You don't need to fall in love when you have money,drugs and pussy"

"I still have all those things love is a bonus, God why the fuck am I even speaking to you, all you have done is caused Vincent and I pain" I stood up from my seated position hearing him chuckle to himself again and headed towards my bedroom where I'd hoped Isabella was

I walked in to find Isabella crouched on the floor leaned against the bed tears streaming down her cheeks, and faint sobs flew out of her mouth. Fuck, Please say i'm not the one responsible for this.

"Baby what's wrong" I cooed crouching down opposite her grabbing both her hands in mine and pleading with her I stroked her hand with my thumb trying to calm her down from the cries that left her lips

"Talk to me baby" I whispered hoping she would communicate with me, so I could kill the fucker that did this to her

"My mother is dead"