L'ERRORE DELLA MAFIA

CHAPTER 26

HUNTER'S POV

When she continues crying, I sigh and look up to see the boys standing there some men already cleaning up the mess.

"You should take her home" I hear Vince say making me nod and gently nudge her to walk. I sit her down in my car and close her door, jogging over to my side. She's still sniffling and whining when we get home, slumped in her seat.

I get out without a word, taking her up to her room, she sits down on the foot of her bed, hands fiddling.

"What were you doing there?" I ask her, my voice surprisingly calm and soft in fear of scaring her more than she already is.

"I was taking a w-walk to clear my h-head" She hiccups, her small form shaking a little. "Im sorry" she whispers and I shake my head.

"Don't be, just don't get too far from the house, it's dangerous" I tell her making her nod, small hiccups leaving her still.

Why do I feel like this? What was that sinking feeling at the thought of her being in danger?

I groan at these questions that I don't have answers for making her look up at me.

"Im sorry" she whispers again making me look at her.

"Its ok" I tell her again. Her lip pouts making me stare at it.

"But y-you're mad at me" She almost whines making me shake my head, lips twitching in almost a smile. I squat down infront of her to be on eye level.

"Im not mad mia cara, I'm just stressed out" I tell her.

"Because of me" She scowls.

"Not necessarily, its more that I was-" I stop myself. Fuck off you don't get scared.

"Mad and done with me" She finishes my sentence. I chuckle making her look at me with her wide, curious eyes.

"Are you always this condescending?" I ask her making her lips quirk.

"Yeaa" She says, tone light and sassy. I raise an eyebrow making her immediately straighten up. "Im also sorry about this morning" She says awkwardly, making my smile fall.

"You cant be sorry for what you feel, I deserve that" I say indifferently.

"I don't think you would hit me! I don't think of you like that I promise it was an involuntary response, Im just im used to," she pauses making me furrow my eyebrows.

"What, thinking someone would corner you and hit you" I say incrudelously.

"Yes" She says seriously, her face serious, cheeks puffy and flushed from crying.

"What the fuck do you mean?" I ask, a feeling of anger risisng in me.

"Just that it wasn't you it was me" She shrugs.

"Who hits you?"

"No one"

"Who. Hits. You." I grit out. She takes a large breath sighing.

"My aunt used to when I was younger, she doesn't anymore" she tells me. My heart drops.

"What do you mean? How young" I ask her.

"4 through 10" she says, so casually it makes me angry. I stand up running a hand through my hair.

"Why the fuck would she hit a child?" I ask making her shrug.

"I dont know im fine now so its whatever" She says indifferently.

I bet thats why she has the condition. Why she has nightmares. Fuck.

"Do you want her dead?" I ask her making her eyes widen, lips parted.

"What? No I dont," She pauses. "No"

"I can kill her, I will fucking torture her to death I promise you-" She quickly gets up.

"No I don't, I dont want you to do anything, she has a family, you can't" She shakes her head.

"She hit a child! You care about her?" I ask her, anger rising.

"No I don't but I do care about my cousins and my uncle, you can't harm her" She says. My breathing is harf, chest rising up and down.

"How did she fucking dare, quella puttanella deve morire di morte spastica" I spit, rage boiling in me.
(that bitch should die a spastic death)

Arabella cautiously steps forward, putting her small hand on my chest.

"Its okay, im fine" I look down into her eyes, so beautiful and full of innocence. How could someone ever hit her. She's so small. Her eyebrows furrow at me, lips pouting just a little making her look absolutely irresistible.

Without thinking, I grab her jaw, leaning and smashing my lips on hers, kissing her with a force I have never experienced before.