I'M NOT A BABYSITTER

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STEPHANO

I killed the engine and turned to my left, for real. How am I supposed to cope with someone who has a knack for not thinking, like how? And now, she was sleeping like she didn't just try to get herself killed. I cleared my throat and unstrapped my seat belt, so much for babysitting. I carried her up stairs to her room, resisting the urge to just throw her down on the bed, so her head hits hard against the head board. I rolled my eyes, reluctantly pulling the covers over her body. I wish I could just literally ... I shrugged it off, walked out of the room and went straight to my dad.

"The Lil thing, can't even sit still",, I burst into Vince's study

" Did you by chance loose your arm?",", he asked after a deep sigh

"I'm serious, she almost got herself killed",

" What did she do?",

"She fucking snuck out of the house, no permission granted. Or did you?", he lazily raised his head to me.

"You were supposed to keep an eye on her", he said creasing his eye brows

"I'm not a babysitter, maybe you should hire one for her. No?", he gave me an 'are you serious' look

"Babysitter, what is she, two?...", his sarcasm was much too evident ".... Add some respect when talking to me boy. I'm your father, not your errand boy. At least she's fine, so as the guard to keep an eye on her, since you can't. Arrivederci", he added dismissively, he didn't even let me finish. I tucked my hands into my pocket, at this point, what ever you say to Don Mendoza is useless with a capital 'U'.

I just stared at him for a while and left. I went to my study, sat on my table and got to work. I had to check out some transactions and business deals. I was still on my job when I began to feel an eye on me, I looked up and it was her.

Not again......

" You were supposed to knock first, Montes ", I was hugely irritated, does she have no manners?

" Seriously? Is that how to talk to your wife?",

"Point of correction, its would be wife. The wedding might never even hold",

" I didn't come here to argue with you, did you carry me up to my room?",

"What?", I asked and didn't get a reply, the next I knew my laptop was slammed shut. I clenched my fist to stay calm

" I'm talking to you Mr. Mafia. Did you carry me up to my room?",

"I believe it's pronounced 'thank you', emphasis on it", she huffed, resting her hands on her hips.

" Don't you dare make me look stupid. And who's men were those guys from earlier?",

"Is this America's who wants to be a millionaire section?",

" I'm serious",

"I'm busy now come back later", I said and turned to open my laptop, but she put her hand on it, preventing me from opening it

" Get your hands off my laptop, now", I said trying my hardest to keep it down

"Answer my question",

" I hate to have to repeat myself but I have no answer for you now, come back later cause I'm busy. Now would you get your hand of my laptop I got work to do", she stared hard in the eye for a while

"No. Not until you answer me", yeah sure

" Get your hands of", I said taking her hand of, the next I heard was a loud bang on my face. She just slapped me.

"Did you just slap me?", I asked her standing up, still trying to process what just happened

" Yes I just did. What you gonna do about that?", That was it. It was fast, real fast, the next I knew my hand was wrapped around her neck, pulling her down on the table.

"How fucking dare you?", I growled

So Sorry for the long wait. I had to keep up scul tinz. So how's this chapter? Pls I need your comments cause they are very important. Don't forget to vote and share. Love you all and promise to update early next time. 💖💖💖💖💖😘😘😘😘

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