The Mafia and Its Angel (Under Editing)

(38) Manic Monday

Thomas' POV

I stretch as much as I can with Amelia sleeping on me, her slightly rounded belly resting on my hip. I chuckle at her opened mouth and her drool before carefully replacing my body with a few pillows.

Getting up I walk over to my closet and pick out what I want to wear today. Yay, another suit it is. There is no rest for us mafia men, or as everyone else likes to say, "theres no rest for the wicked". I roll my eyes. Ignorant bastards thought of that line.

Putting on my black suit, white shirt and black tie, I silently leave the room and go to my office where Xavier is already waiting for me. I close the door behind me and sit at my desk and rub at my temples.

"The day hasn't even started yet and you're already stressed?"

Xavier pokes at me. I groan and give him a glare, which he just smiles in response. Rolling my eyes I grab the first paper from the pile on my desk and get to work.

"Do we really have to go through all of these? We both know like ninety percent of these will be no's."

Xavier complains knowing that everyday it is the same thing. We start working, make two piles and the no pile is always five million times taller than the yes pile. I sigh and nod before placing another file on the no pile.

Not a minute later Xavier throws his pile on the floor and storms over to the window and groans. I roll my eyes at his childish behaviour before the door is thrown open and Mila is standing there with a note in one hand and the other at her hip.

I take a hesitant step from behind my desk towards her with my hands up. She glares at me before breaking down into tears while walking furiously towards me. I open my arms to bring her in for a hug but she slaps me across the face and beats her fists against my chest.

I'm taken aback by the slap but that doesn't stop me from pulling her in close and holding her to me till her fists are too tightly trapped between us to keep hitting me. She tries to fight me but soon loses her will to fight back and just sinks into my embrace.

Xavier slowly shrinks towards the door, giving me an apologetic smile. I roll my eyes at him but nod in dismissal as he closes the door behind him as he leaves. I pull Amelia away from me just so that I can see her face. Her eyes are closed shut with tears wetting her beautiful eyelashes.

I frown and tilt her head up. She opens her eyes slowly and I see her hazel eyes are full of tears. I get furious. My fists start to shake as I try to not show my emotions too strongly. I take a deep breath and calm my breathing down the slightest bit before opening my mouth.

"Who made you cry? I swear I will make them pay."

I growl out louder than I intended to. She glares daggers at me before shouting.

"You! You made me cry!"

My anger fully depletes till I only feel guilt. I made her cry? How? I didn't even do anything to make her cry. I go to respond to her, to tell her she's mistaken, that I couldn't have possibly been the one to make her cry but she yells again.

"Who was that mystery man on the cruise Thomas? Or the one who left a lipstick message on our bathroom mirror? Or the one who's been leaving you notes and texts?"

My face pales and my blood runs cold. If anyone else had accused me of these I would be fine and fluff them off. But not when it comes to Mila. I freeze and so she continues her verbal assault.

"Not going to tell me now? Even after I've confronted you with it? Thomas I've seen all the messages. I know who it is and I know you do too. Just tell me why! Why did you keep this from me?!"