36. Sinful Book 2

I got dressed in a pair of black leggings and a black crop top, coupled with a black jacket. I braided my hair in four cornrows that night before, so I put a beanie over it, grabbed my phone and stepped out of my apartment.

"Took you long enough," Aaliyah smiled at me, leaning on her black Mercedes Benz. She was dressed almost the same as I was; she had black leggings, a jumper and a big black shirt which I suspected belonged to Harry, over her shoulders.

"We look like we're going to the gym," Aaliyah tried to crack a joke. I smiled at her for the effort but I couldn't bring myself to laugh to show any other expression apart from the smirk across my lips.

"Let's go," I nodded at her and we got in, driving straight to Antonio's house. Thank heavens it was a Saturday and there was nowhere Antonio would be if not his lovely house. Stupid man.

I could feel rage coursing through my veins as the Aaliyah sped past cars. I could feel my anger rise, the closer I got to the witch that destroyed my family and took away the two people that made me happy.

It was hard getting sleep last night, as I could only toss and turn. I had to stop myself from texting Antonio all the horrible things I was thinking about him. I wanted to hurt him for letting Samantha hurt Diego. If she didn't want the child, then he should've let the child stay with me, instead taking him away to suffer.

Aaliyah turned off the car when we got to the house and looked at me. I was looking straight ahead.

"You May slap me hard for saying this, but please go a little bit easy on her so I can land a few punches," Aaliyah joked. This time I laughed as I got out of the car, flexing my fingers as we walked to the house.

Aaliyah knocked on the door, there was no answer at first, but a few seconds later, Samantha came to the door with a very short and flimsy nightdress that was practically see through. I smiled at her.

"What brings you guys here?" She smiled, standing defensively at the door.

"No need to answer that, I'm sure you came to pack up your remaining stuff. You're both in time for lunch, we're having Antonio's favorite," she whispered then winked at me. I smiled. I liked that she thought I wanted to pack up my stuff.

Aaliyah pushed Samantha into the house, catching her off guard that she fell to her ass. I smiled at her with a fake apology falling from my lips.

"Where's Antonio? I have a few things I want to say to him, I hope you don't mind?" My tone was mocking. I liked it. Samantha shot me a look of disgust and laughed.

"I'm sorry, Antonio isn't home. He stepped out this morning for a meeting. He did say he'd be back soon though, so maybe you should pack up your rags and get out, and probably come back tomorrow, because I plan to keep him home all day tomorrow," Samantha bit her lips. A fresh wave of anger rushed through my veins. I was trying hard to control myself, but Samantha and her fast mouth was making it hard.

I knew Diego was in the house, and I didn't want to make too much noise in fear that he'd walk up to me beating the woman that gave birth to him, but the way Samantha was looking at me, she was begging for a beating.

"He's in, isn't he?" I turned to Aaliyah, she nodded, looking down at her nails as she did. I nodded my head and turned away from Samantha, going in the direction of the stairs. Just as I put my leg on the first stair, I felt pressure on my leg, Samantha held my ankle.

"I told you he's not in," Samantha spat. I smiled, loving the way I was looking down at her. This felt right, Samantha was below me, she always had been, yet I let her tell me we are the same, and I believed it. I scoffed.

"I'm just going up to pack my rags," I smiled at her, but Samantha didn't let go of my legs. I sighed. I wanted to take Diego out of the house before doing anything to her, but she was making it hard to follow through with my plan.

"Let go of my leg Samantha," I wanted. She didn't budge at first, but she let go of my leg then got up from the ground, raising her shoulders up to show that she had some inches over me. From the side of my eyes, I saw Aaliyah move behind Samantha, I smiled.

I pushed Samantha back and Aaliyah caught her, forcing her hands behind her so she could do anything. I smirked at her, flexing my left hand. Samantha opened her mouth, ready to protest, but before she could say anything, I slapped her hard across her cheek.

"You fucking bitch," Samantha cussed. I slapped her hard again with a smile on my face.

"How dare-" I slapped her before she could even finish her sentence. I smiled, loving the way my fingers adorned her cheek.

"I always thought you had some level of sense to you, but I was wrong," I smiled at her. Samantha's eyes were red, no, her whole body was turning red.

"But you're a horrible woman who deserves to have her womb removed!" The anger was taking over my body now, and as I watched her, all I could see was red. I felt like I didn't have any control over my body as I grabbed her by her night wear.

"This," I slapped her hard

"Is," I slapped

"For," I slapped

"Thinking you," I slapped

"Can get away with child abuse," I connected my fist to her nose. I laughed as she looked helpless, her legs failing her as Aaliyah pushed her away.

"Samantha, What the hell is that noise?" Oh, just The person I wanted to see.