Cullian and Mr Matthew

“What are you doing in my house?“ Cullian asked, there was seriousness in his voice.

“Uh—i, I just wanted to drop off the kids,” Mr Matthew stuttered.

“And who asked you to? Didn't my wife let you know we wouldn't be needing you?“

“I know, b—but..,”

“You know what? Just shut up, shut the fuck up,” Cullian cut him off.

“Now get into your car and leave this premises, you wouldn't want me to get nasty in front of my kids, get out and never come back,” Cullian said assertively. And as my husband spoke, Matthew moved backwards until he got to his car and zoomed out of our compound without saying a word. He was quite lucky because the kids were around, with the anger burning in Cullian's eyes, Mr Matthew would have been laying dead by now.

“Daddy, why did you yell at Mr Matthew, he's our friend,” Aurora complained while the two boys nodded in agreement.

“Alright, let's go in guys!“ Cullian mumbled.

*****

Two days later we had our things moved to another mansion of ours, only that this one