The Mafia's Promise

I sat in the living room, constantly glancing at the large clock on the wall like it would change something. It was almost one AM and he still wasn't back yet.

I reached for my phone, contemplating placing another call through, who knows? Maybe he would actually answer that time, maybe he just didn't see the last five calls, but I knew.... It was nothing more than wishful thinking.

That was his usual behavior, I should be used to it, but yet... I wasn't.

Everytime he stayed out late, my mind would immediately begin to imagine the worst. Did he run into some kind of trouble at work? Was he hurt on his way home? Should I be expecting a call from a kidnapper demanding ransom??

Click!

The door opened and a towering figure staggered in, his eyes scanning the dimly lit living room until they land on a pair of teary grey eyes.... mine.

He took a couple of swaying steps towards me, his light blue eyes never leaving mine, a gesture that only signified one thing.... he was angry.

Without meaning to, I backed away, an action that only intensified his annoyance. Yanking me by the shoulders, he pulled me towards him in an aggressive manner,

"What the hell is your problem?" He was leaning over me, his face, just inches away but his voice was loud enough to be heard by the whole neighborhood. "Why do you keep calling me like I'm a lost child or something?! Do you have any idea how irritating that is?!" He spat.

"I'm sorry but....you were supposed to be home a long time ago and-"

"And what?! You thought I got lost on the way back? I am your husband goddammit! Not your child." He shoved me aside and started to go inside. "Next time you embarrass me with calls like this again, you won't get off this easily." He shot me a final warning before disappearing up the stairs.

I sat there frozen, the tiled floor was cold beneath me and the ticking of the clock seemed to fill the room. I didn't know how much time passed and honestly, I didn't care.

"Mommy,"

When I heard the gentle voice, I quickly wiped my tears and got on all fours, searching for nothing in particular.

"Mommy?" This time his voice was much closer. "Did you lose something?" He asked, crouching on his knees as well.

"Um yes. I lost my earrings." My voice was quieter than intended. When he started to look around, I added. "I don't think it's here. Let's look for it in the morning, hmm?"

"Okay." He nodded and got up.

I followed suit and led him by the hand back to his room. I had no intention of going back to my matrimonial bedroom so when Caleb asked me to stay with him, I immediately agreed. The bed was big enough to accommodate at least three full grown adults, but I still snuggled close Caleb, enjoying