So maybe it was my fault

But that didn't matter, you don't get to take our- my son to another country just because i happened to sleep with our nanny.

You took him back to your home country, you probably thought i wouldn't find out but then you'd be stupid wouldn't you? I'm the focking mafia of course I'd find out.

I arrived exactly one week after you'd gone up and left with my six months old son and now I'm taking him back.

My driver pulls up into the driveway of your childhood home, me and two of my men get out of the car before I walk up and open the door that's unlocked.

I find you in the living room, you sit there frozen just gaping at me. I don't even cast a glance your way, not really, my eyes are darting around the room till they finally lock onto the bassinet in the corner.

I walk over and pick Casey up before cradling him against my chest and then I finally turn to you. You've already stood up from the couch and you look pissed but I couldn't care less at this minute because I'm just as pissed.

''What the fock were you thinking taking my son to another country without even focking telling me huh!?'' I snap at you.