Heart of the Mafia King

Unloading

{Maisie’s POV}

[Reader discretion is advised! This chapter contains scenes of abuse, and s/a!]

“You didn’t do anything wrong.. I did.. I panicked because I thought I upset you, and I just.. I didn’t want to upset you. You’ve been so nice, and when you looked at me like that.. the anger.. I just.. I panicked. It wasn’t your fault Angelo, I overreacted.. I’m sorry.” I said, smiling softly at him.

He walked over, carefully placing his hand over mine. “Maisie, I know some of what happened with Robert.. I know that you were hurt.. I understand why you were afraid of me.” He said, his voice gentle.

“No, Angelo I.. I wasn’t afraid of you..” I replied, whimpering softly.

“Maisie, please, don’t lie to me. I scared you, because what happened this morning, it reminded you of something, didn’t it?” He asked, sitting down on the stool in front of me, his hand never leaving mine. Tears began to prick in my eyes, and I nodded, looking down where his hand sat on top of mine, his thumb began brushing my hand gently. “Tell me.”

I looked up at him, not sure what to say. “T-Tell you what?” I asked.

“Anything, everything, whatever you want to, but tell me about what he did to you. If you did, then I would know better how to make you feel more comfortable. Not only that, but I’ve been told that when something happens, that hurts, and traumatizes you, that it’s good to talk about it. Margo, she talked to me about everything, and I think it really helped her. It took some time for her to open up, but once she did, it brought us closer, and now, she’s doing so much better. She married the men that she loved, had the twins, and bought the house next door to stay close to all of us.” He replied, smiling at me, his kind and genuine smile.

I nodded, wiping the tears that had begun to shed. “I’m afraid you’ll look at me differently..”

“I would never look at you in any negative way, you’re an amazing person, you’re strong, smart, funny, beautiful..” he said, stopping himself.

“Y-You think I’m beautiful?” I asked, looking up at him.

His face was red, it was cute to see someone who is usually so stoic, be so open, and caring with me. “You are beautiful Maisie.” He said, using his other hand to run his fingers through his hair, while he held tightly onto my hand, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

“A-Are you sure that talking about all of this is okay?” I asked.

He nodded. “Tell me, anything you want, everything you want, I’m here for you.”

“Robert.. he was kind when we first met.. always did everything he could to make me feel loved. He would open doors for me, take me out on special dates, that he planned. Bring me gifts, and surprise me with my favorite chocolates.. then, when we got married, he changed..” I whimpered. “He became abusive, and controlling.. whenever I thought that things were getting better, they’d only get worse. He’d come home late from work, and be angry if the food wasn’t ready, or if it was something that he didn’t want that night. He’d lose his temper.. and beat me..” I wiped away the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. “If I didn’t want to.. to.. sleep with him.. he would take it anyways. He always forced me to do whatever he wanted, he took away my phone, that way I couldn’t talk to my friends. He turned my own parents against me, telling them that I was awful to him. He made me feel small, weak, useless, when I found out I was pregnant.. I was terrified to tell him.” I let out a strangled sob, covering my mouth with my hand, feeling sick at the memory. “I hid my pregnancy for months, he would make remarks about how I was getting fat, telling me I needed to go on a diet. Eventually, the doctor told him.. when he got home, he threw me down on the ground.. screaming at me, asking me how I let myself get pregnant when I knew that he didn’t want a child. He kicked my stomach, beat me profusely, and when he was done, he looked me in my eyes, and told me that I’d be punished for becoming pregnant. He left me on the ground, crying for help, and he went out to dinner with his friends. I lost the baby.. the one thing that I had always wanted when I was younger. I lost my baby.. he killed my baby..” I sniffled, trying to stop the tears from streaming. “I began documenting my abuse, hiding evidence to be able to leave him. When I finally had enough evidence, I told him what I’d been doing. I had sent a file to Heather, and told her to release it to the media, and to the police if anything were to happen to me, and I gave him my divorce papers. I told him, he’d either sign them, and I’d leave with no problems, or he didn’t, and I’d ruin him.” I stood up, pacing back and forth across the floor. “He told me that no one would believe me, I dared him to try to prove his innocence. Finally, he signed the papers, and when I went back to get my things a month later.. that’s when it happened.. and I-I killed him..”

He stood up, walking over to me, and pulling me against his abdomen, engulfing me in a warm hug. “Maisie, you’re an amazing woman, and I believe that just as much now, if not more, knowing what you went through. What you survived, and you’re still kind, caring, loving, you are the most incredible woman I think I’ve ever met.” He said, rubbing his large hand up and down my back, and kissing the top of my head. “I’m so sorry that I scared you, I’ll try my best not to do it again. If you want to hear me sing, I’ll sing, if you want to see me dance, I’ll dance, just say the word Maisie.”