Marciello's P.O.V.
I was so fucking angry. Belle had left from the mall and it was 3 o'clock in the fucking morning. Then on top of that she wasn't answering her fucking phone.
My phone started ringing and I answered it.
"Hello?", I asked.
"Yes is this Marciello Romani?", The person asked.
"Yes this is him, what do you want?", I asked annoyed.
"Your girlfriend, Belle Marie is here in a holding cell. We're calling you so you can bail her out,'' they said.
"What did she do?", I asked.
"She got arrested for public intoxication, public nuisance, and resisting arrest," the woman sighed.
"Okay I'll send someone there," I said. I couldn't go because I needed to watch the kids.
I called up Chilé and asked him since he lived right around the corner.
20 minutes later Belle came stumbling in the house.
"You are so irresponsible," I told her, shaking my head.
"I'm sorry," she slurred out, falling on me.
"No Belle, we need to have serious talk about this before this be-
"Shuuutuup," she said, putting her hand over my lips.
"No I will not shut up, what you did tonight was stupid as hell. You're a mother for God's sake,'' I said.
"Are you my baby daddy?", She asked, bursting into a fit of giggles.
"Yes," I said, rolling my eyes.
"You're hot," she said, her alcohol breath fanning my face.
I picked her up over my shoulder and started heading to the bathroom.
"Damn zaddy, you strong as fuck," she said, laughing hard.
I just shook my head and sat her down in the bathroom.
"Take a cold shower," I told her. She started taking off her clothing, revealing all her beautiful dark chocolate skin.
"Awe he wants to play," she said, laughing as she cupped my package.
"Stop that,'' I said, smacking her hand away.
"Join me in the shower," she said, pouting.
"No," I said.
"Then I'm not taking a shower,'' she said, pouting angrily.
"Get your ass in the shower. You need to sober up," I said.
"You suck," she said, sticking her tongue out childishly.
She got in the shower only to fall down, hitting her head on the wall.
After she took a shower I made her some coffee.
She seemed like she was sobering up.
"Are you in a state to talk?", I asked her.
"Before you say anything I'm sorry and I understand what I did was wrong,'' she said.
"And I also hope you understand that you are not talking to Tasha anymore,'' I told her.
"You can't tell me who I can talk to and who I can't,'' she said angrily.
"She's a bad influence. You don't need to be around her,'' I said.
