The Gun

MATTIA

"Yes, Mama, I'll be right back! Just wait for me at home." I hung up the phone call. My cell phone has rang five times since then, and my patience is running out. So I picked up the call from my mother.

People at home had noticed that Harper wasn't there, and I wasn't in the office when Alessio was there, either.

"Stop arguing with me, and let's go home now!"

"Do not force me!" Harper still denied it.

I've been persuading her in my way for a long time, and it feels like my patience is at its breaking point. I approached her, reached into my belt, and pushed my jacket back. Then, I thrust my firearm at Harper's forehead.

"What the?" Harper gasped, followed by a look in her eyes that looked at me in disbelief.

"I'm not a man with a calm temperament, Harper! You won't want to play with me if my patience runs out!"

"This is all a coward like you can do? Putting a gun to the head of a woman who just had a miscarriage?" she replied

The curve of my lips lifted. "Oh, my dear wife! Did