Cristiano's Craving

Forty

Unknown POV

Anger rose in me and before I knew it, my hand was raising and connected with his face, my nails scratching skin and the impact leaving hurtful tingles and causing redness that wouldn't fade easily.

The open smack was loud and echoed around us. My nails had scratched his cheek, making it so much more worse. My eyes were narrowed and I glared hard at him, no ounce of remorse in me. His head turned to the side by the impact and he touched his cheek, scoffing softly.

"What the fuck?" He snapped, yet it was softer than I thought it would come out. His head turned once more to face me but this time, it was covered in anger and rage.

"Where's my daughter?" I questioned in furiousness, my whole body tense and my hands clenched by my sides, ready to swing a punch.

"We'll find her-"

"No, this is all your mother fucking fault!" I yelled again, so angry that tears came into my eyes, threatening to spill as I thought of my precious child. "Where's my baby? You lost my baby!"

"Cal-"

"No, I won't freaking calm down!" I practically screamed, my body heating up swiftly. "How could you do this? You can't just be serious for once in your damn life and now my baby has to face the consequences for your shitty actions!"

"Just stop screaming!" He yelled finally, his voice authoritative and deep, booming in the room. I scowled at him, so angry that I could murder.

"Just let me think, alright?"

"You don't even care, do you? Our daughter is out there alone doing God knows what. She could be dead or hurt or kidnapped. Because of you! This is all your fault, you idiot!"

"Calm yourself down or I will seriously get pissed off! Stop yelling and just let me fix this!"

"She's my baby girl, I'm not going to calm down until I know where she is!"

"For fuck's sake, just shu-"

"Mommy?"

I stopped immediately.

My heart skipped a beat and my head slowly turned, facing the little boy in the doorway. I could see her in him, making tears come to me eyes. I sniffed, blinking rapidly as I tried not to cry.

"Sweetie, what are you doing up?" I asked in a calm and warm tone although my voice was shaky.

He glanced between us worriedly and I gave him a small smile but he turned away, running back upstairs.

I automatically covered my face, tears rolling down my cheeks. I sniffed, wiping them away and sighing in sadness and tiredness. I didn't know what to do.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me and keeping me warm. I decided not to fight him away but stood still, trying to compose myself. "You messed up," I whispered, my head spinning. "We have to call the police."

"No. We do it our own way."

I moved my arms away and looked at him, shaking my head softly. "But-"

"We're part of the mafia," he responded, his eyes filled with seriousness. "We'll find her so quick that it won't even feel like she was gone, M."

I licked my lips, sighing once more before nodding, giving in. All I wanted was her to be found quickly, safe.

"Where could she be?" I whispered in fear, more to myself. He sighed, kissing my forehead before pulling me close, my head to his chest.