Chapter 27

Mia's POV

"Mia, have come here for my child and not here to come rant words with you," his face got filled with anger as he said his words.

"What's he talking about?" Ethan asked me with laughter, and I gave an awkward chuckle.

"Andrew, what's wrong with you?" I questioned aggressively, looking into the young male figure at my front.

"Nothing is absolutely wrong with me; I just came here for my child."

"What child are you talking about here?" Ethan stepped in with a hard question.

The whole thing that started happening again just wasn't what I bargained for in my life much earlier; the always trouble, the always fight for one thing or the older just makes my life look like a roller coaster.

"Mia, knows what I am talking about?" He smiled with evil within him.

"I know nothing, Andrew."

"Why are you denying now, Mia?" He laughed and dragged himself much closer to me.

"I'm not denying you, coward," I pushed him, adjusting back a little bit.

"How did you get into this house in the first place?" My body got filled with boiling emotions.

"That shouldn't be a problem since I'm here to take back my son."

"What son are you talking about, young man?" Ethan asked himself, revealing anger.

"Young man, when I am talking, please don't."

"Who are you to tell me to keep quiet until you are done talking?" Ethan drew closer to Andrew.

"Nevermind, young poor mister," Ethan said, folding his arms in anger as I pulled him from Andrew, whispering some words into his ears. "His deadly".

Andrew would possibly hear what I said since he laughed before taking his seat quickly.

"You know, I was once a poor young boy when Mia came to me." I interrupted him.

"That's our past, and that shouldn't be brought out here."

"And who said so?"

"I do," he said, standing up, looking at me with evil within him.

I stood boldly to confront him. We both looked into each other's eyes with a deep frown, as if we were about to fight already.

"Mia!" Andrew laughed.

"Can I get my child so I can leave?"

"And I keep asking, whose child?" Ethan asked with his phone quickly in his arms.

"My child," I hissed.

"You weren't the one who had sex with me that night, so why are you coming to claim someone else's child?" I said.

"Mia, I'm the one you loved, not him," I interrupted.

"Andrew, that love has already expired."

"Why, Mia, why?" He asked with a pitiful face.

"When I was pregnant, I needed someone to rest my backs on, but you weren't there to help, but instead you ran away into a land that no one knows," he interrupted.

"I went out because of you and the baby."

"What, baby? You coward," my voice got filled with emotions.

" Ours"

"Shut the fuck up! Andrew," I commanded, stepping closer to him.

"You are a good for nothing coward," I spat at him at that point, looking so mean and wicked.

The air within the room was thick with tension as we stood there, our eyes locked in each other, adding a fierce stare-down.

Andrew's face was already twisted in a mixture of anger and desperation, while mine was set in a determined scowl.

The silence was fully palpable, punctuated only by the sound of our heavy breathing and heart race.

Ethan stood there also frozen, his phone still clutched in his hand, his eyes darting back and forth between us, but still up busy scrolling slowly with his phone.

Alexander, sensing the tension in the room, began to whimper slowly, his small body trembling with fear.

Andrew took a few steps closer, his eyes blazing with fierce intensity at me.

"Mia, please," he begged, his voice low and husky, which was just like a whisper.

"I'm not leaving without my child." He said it with a frown and no cool tone anymore.

I laughed, a cold and calm, mirthless sound.

"Your child? Which one of them?" I spat, my voice dripping with venom and anger.

"You abandoned us, Andrew. You left me to deal with the consequences of your actions alone."

"What's action are you talking about, Mia?" He asked.

"If you were rich enough, my mom would never have done what she did to me." My voice was firm and serious.

Andrew's face contorted in pain, but he refused to back down. Still, he accomplished an impossible goal.

"I know I made mistakes earlier, Mia. But I'm trying to make it right. Please, just give me my child and the love back."

I sneered at him, my heart hardening with every passing moment that came by.

"You don't deserve him, even if he was your son," I hissed.

"You're not worthy of being a father or a boyfriend." My voice got filled with hatred for him.

Andrew's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't back down, still trying to pull my legs and those of Ethan.

"I'll do whatever it takes to get my child back," he snarled, his voice low and menacing, filled with malice and deep evil.

And with that word, he lunged at me, his arms outstretched to me.

I stood my ground, ready to defend myself and my child against this monster who dared to claim him, the monster who backed me down at a time when I needed him the most.

But just as our bodies were about to collide against each other, the doorbell rang, shattering the tension in the room.

"Who could that be?" Ethan wondered aloud, his voice laced with concern and anger.

I didn't answer; my eyes were still locked on Andrew's. The doorbell rang again, more insistent this time.

I just couldn't concentrate on the doorbell, but I was very concerned about my son.

"That one of my guards maybe," Andrew laughed out loud, fixing himself in the spot of the villain.

"I forgot to tell you I am now rich," he adjusted with his laugh, but it wasn't a funny thing to myself.

"How many people did you kill to accomplish that?" I questioned arrogantly.

"I didn't kill anyone, you animal." The door opened wide as a hefty man walked in with a bold, frowny, and Stern look.

"How dare you walk into my home without a permit?" I asked rudely, as the huge man just ignored my words as if I were just a low-life commoner.

He went close to the so-called boss and whispered a few words into his ears.

"Kelvin!! Kelvin!!" Ethan screeched out.

"I don't have much time here anymore," Andrew said as the hefty man just stood behind him.

"And who is so worried about that?" I laughed out loud.

"But next time, when I come here for him," my son hugged my legs with fear, with Andrew pointing at him.

"Just give him to me without much attack unless you all would ever regret it," he said, hissing as he looked at me nastly before he squatted, looking at the little boy whose fear had already filled.

"Son, I would always come here to fight for you," he smiled at Alexander.

"You cannot be my father," Alexander replied.

"Let's call this a day, Mia," he said before he walked out of me and Ethan.

"Andrew is playing with the tail of a lion" I laughed.