Loving a bully billionaire part 4!

Chapter 140

Little Mix (love me or leave me)

Griffin’s POV

I waited for Mia to return, the bottle of whiskey is still sealed, I want to open it with every f*****g second that passed until I heard the front door open.

“Go up to your room. I will be there in a minute.” Mia said to Rosie who stared me blank in the face.

“Mom, can I..”

“Now Rosie.” Mia interrupted her before she could finish her sentence. I smiled at Rosie and earned a small smile back from her. She grew up in a beautiful little young lady. I can see so much of myself in her, the good parts at least.

“Don’t you think that was a little too harsh?” I dare to ask.

“So you think you can pitch up after 7years, 7years of hell and lecture me how to handle my daughter?” Mia placed her bag on the floor while walking to the kitchen.

“Our daughter,” I said walking behind her. She turned around at a massive speed with anger spelling all over her face.

“You don’t earn the right to call her your daughter. You lost that privilege when you decided to fake your death and disappear for 7years,” she said quickly while turning around again.

“I didn't decide to fake my f*****g death, I had too.” I tried to explain, but she cut me short again.

“Just out of curiosity, what did you think will happen when you showed up this morning? Did you think I will run into your arms and thank the Lord that you’ve returned from the dead?” I can see how she tries to hold in the anger and pain.

“Pretty much yeah,” I said in a low tone while pouring myself a glass of water before I give in to the addiction and turn back to the old Griffin.

“You left me, you left me to raise Rosie, and to deal with all the s**t you caused. You left me to suffer, and to speak to your ghost-like a f*****g crazy person. You did exactly to me all the s**t you made me promise not to do to you. You left me. I needed you. Why? Just tell me why, why did you crush me? Why did you kill me? You killed the person I was and left me to be a paranoid mom, and a f*****g i***t for grieving the love of my life!!!” at this moment, there was no stopping her. She burst out in tears, soaking her T-shirt. She grabbed the bowl of noodles on the counter and trashed it against the wall.

“You broke me,” she said again in a soft tone when Rosie appeared behind the counter, looking at her mother, concerned.

“Go to your room, Rosie,” she said, out of breath. Rosie glared at me with confusion. I know she has a lot of questions herself, but I don’t know how to take away their pain. Yes, I was expecting her to run into my arms, but I was fooling myself for thinking that will happen. Once again, I’ve been a f*****g selfish douchebag.

“Everything will be okay, Rosie. Do as your mother asks.” I said to Rosie while Mia picks up the shattered glass of the bowl, but stayed on the ground while her tears fall on the tiles. I want to help her, but I’m scared she will stab me with one of the glass pieces.

“Mia?” I called soft when Rosie went upstairs again.

“Just tell me why?” she can barely speak with all the familiar emotions fighting a never-ending f*****g fight again in her mind.

“I had to, baby. That was the only way to keep you and Rosie safe.” she glared up, her eyes turning soft. I bent down and picked up the remaining glass. We both sat down on the floor for almost 15minutes before she asked to explain what happened in the last 7years. I explained to her the same way I did to Dawn. Except for the part of my brother still in jail. I don’t want to keep anything from her, but I don’t want her to go into a full-blown f*****g panic again.

“You know what day was today? Today Rosie went to school for the very first time in 7years. I was paranoid and Rosie was locked up with me between these four walls. Do you have any idea how I felt for 7years until I finally decided to live again and send Rosie to school? Until you appeared like a ghost in front of me? I didn’t even ask her how her day was. I prayed for her to have friends and I didn’t even ask her.” Mia is no longer shouting, but I can hear how much pain she had to endure the last 7years. I sit in silence next to her. I don’t know how to respond. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel like this, or to even keep herself locked up for 7years along with Rosie.

“Your Mother is in town, I mean Lucy,” she whispered. I nearly choke when she mentioned her name. I couldn’t exactly have a front-row seat in 7years to watch over Mia and whoever came into their lives. That was the deal with the FBI. I had to stay away.

“What? I gave Dawn everything to send the b***h back to her country.”

“Yeah, well, Dawn did exactly as you asked. She always does,” Mia said in a mocking tone.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that for 7years she kept it a secret that she used the letter Trudy had to send Lucy back, but guess what she showed up in front of Rosie at the beach house, and demanded answers for Mark’s death. I had to tell Rosie how dangerous she is.” She answered with anger rising in her voice again.

“Did you hear me? I had to tell a 7year old how dangerous your stepmother is. Do you have any idea how much I had to do by myself?”

“What do you want me to say, Mia? I didn’t have a choice. It was the only way to keep you and Rosie safe, and to get out of death penalty.” I replied, I know it won’t ease her bitterness or the pain she feels, but I don’t have any other answers for her.

“You can sleep in the cottage. I wanted to ask Lucas to move into the cottage, but haven’t had a chance yet.” she stands up from the floor to throw away the glass pieces, and dished up the remaining noodles in two bowls.

“I don’t know if I can do this again, the constant danger and pain.” she declared sincerely. I grabbed her hand to try to make her feel, to just remember why she loved me. Or still, I hope.

“I’m not back to cause pain or danger Mia. I came back for you and Rosie. Just look at me, please.” I placed her hand on my cheek, hoping to just bring any emotion out of her. She started crying again, but it’s clear painful tears escaped her beautiful eyes.

“I don’t feel it anymore,” she answers. My heart nearly stopped when she answered the one thing I hoped wasn’t true. It can’t be true. I know she still loves me. I know the Mia I left is still in there. f**k.

“Don’t lie to yourself, I know you still love me.”

“The man I loved died 7years ago.” She removed her hand from my cheek, leaving me a stunt in the kitchen. I can handle an angry Mia, but I could never have f*****g handled an emotionless Mia. I need her to feel again. I need her to remember that she loved me. f**k, I need my family to love me.

I walked upstairs listing to her conversation with Rosie.

“Why can’t we eat in the kitchen?” Rosie asked when Mia gave her 2minute noodles.

“I thought it could be fun eating in the room.” She lied to Rosie.

“Mom, why are you so angry that dad is alive? I thought you would be happy.” Rosie asked with her mouth full of noodles. I love how she asked questions. I used to hate when Mia asked so many questions. I guess she takes after her mother. I smiled, still listing to their conversation.

“I am happy that he’s not dead, I’m just not happy that I never knew for 7years.”

“Does that mean we’ll be a family now?” Mia sigh not sure how to answer the little one. I waited patiently for Mia to answer the question.

“Stop being so noisy, and eat your food,” Mia answered. Not the answer I was expecting.

“Mom, I saw how you closed yourself behind the study door and cried for days, even weeks. If there is any chance for you to let go of that pain, then I think you should give dad a chance to make up.” She kept the conversation going, even after her mother demanded her to stop being noisy.

“Finish your food, Rosie. It’s school tomorrow.” I smiled when Rosie rolled her eyes, exactly like Mia.

I went downstairs to call Dawn. I need to know why Lucy is not in her f*****g cage. She can’t find out that I’m alive yet. There is still too much s**t that can go wrong. I never thought this return through. The only thing I could think of was returning to my family after I got exonerated, but never actually thinking about how much danger they can still be in.

Dawn doesn’t answer her phone, since when is she not answering my phone calls.

“Pick up your damn phone. Griffin.” I hit sent and tried calling again, but still, she’s not f*****g answering.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not working for you anymore. I work for Mia, so don’t f*****g demand me.” she texts back. I had to smile.

“Do you need blankets? I think there is still enough in the cottage.” Mia unexpectedly said at the door.

“No, I’m good,” I answered back, still sitting in the chair in the study. She nodded and turned around to walk away.

“Mia?” I called back.

“Are you going to answer Rosie’s question?” I had to ask, even though I probably have no right.

“You mean your question, Rosie was just asking it.” She lowered her head.

“You can show yourself out.” I hate this cold Mia. Yes, I want to know all the f*****g questions Rosie asked, but I can’t force Mia to feel like she used to, and I can’t go back in time to change all the s**t I’ve caused in her life. I can’t go back and fight what I’ve become, all the bruises I’ve caused and sure as f*****g hell can’t bring anyone back from the dead.

Believe me, I would give up my f*****g life in a second to bring Gretha back, even Mark, I would gladly go back to the day I agreed to take the FBI’S deal and tell them to f**k off if I knew that would change any of this, but it won’t.