"you wanna know what's on my mind. How about the fact that my baby mama is going out in tight clothes and going on a little date to spare somebody's feelings. How the fuck do you think I feel"
"why do you even care I'm just somebody you fucked and d...
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I wake up in the middle of the night, having heard the door downstairs close. Turning over I look at my phone squinting my eyes at the brightness, trying to check the time.
2:17 am
I frown sitting up feeling my stitches tighten. Lifting my shirt I see they're still intact and that my wound is almost healed
I forgot I still had these shits
Sighing I get up pulling on a baggy shirt looking over my attire seeing there's nothing revealing about basketball shorts and a rock shirt.
I run a hand over my face walking downstairs. Immediately I see Antonio talking to Leo and mikey, with him inside and them outside.
"we'll talk about this later, she's awake" leo says spotting me on the stairs giving me a look. I glare back at him holding my arms around myself feeling out of place as Antonio looks back at me, observingly.
"I'll see you two tomorrow " he says gruffly and I watch as they all share a look before he closes the door.
"is everything okay" I ask noticing something's off about him. He sighs lifting his head not looking at me.
"join me for a drink" he says walking to the kitchen before I can say anything. I follow after him watching his back muscles flex.
Why the hell doesn't he have a shirt on.... My eyes don't mind but I'm trying to think
I watch quietly as he offers me wine and I politely decline and ask for a water. He does as I asked before sitting down and passing me my drink . He sips from the glass staying quiet and not looking at me.
~Antonio~
"ton-" she starts softly as I feel her watching my actions.
"one of my men were brutally murdered tonight" I say sipping from the glass before looking at her. I watch as her eyes get wide and she looks at me with mixed emotions.
"what happened, does his family know yet" she asks immediately not reacting the way I thought she would to the information.
So far she's handling things well...
"no his family doesn't know yet I'm going to meet them tomorrow to discuss funeral arrangements" I reply and she drinks some of her water humming.
