𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓋𝑒

𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒶'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

Time whizzes past and it's finally time to go home.

I thank Lord Jesus Christ because today really dragged.

I walk out of the building and see Greyson stood beside the car waiting for who I assume are my brothers.

I walk over and stand beside him.

"Your brothers really take the piss."

"How do you think I feel, I live with them all."

He chuckles, "I still don't know how that happened."

"It's a long story let's not go there."

He hums and after what feels like forever a droop Antonio, marcello and Matteo walk out of the building.

"Take your sweet time why don't you!!" I shout.

"Hush sister." Matteo shouts.

"I know you didn't just shush me out loud."

"Oops, sorry."

I shake my head and get into the car.

We speed home with Greyson's lunatic driving.

I walk through the doors of the house dragging my feet.

"I. Want. My. Bed." I sigh, going to walk up the stairs.

"Not. So. Fast." Leo mimics me and picks me up from behind and spins me round taking me into the kitchen.

I groan and he sits me down on his lap at a chair on the island where Lorenzo and Alessandro are sat with their noses stuck into a computer.

What is it with these men and work.

Give it a break for once.

"How was your day?" Enzo asks looking up from the computer to me sat on Leo's lap.

"Boring. Dragged. That bitch tested my patience again." I groan.

He raises a brow.

"Boring. Dragged. That thing tested my patience again." I repeat, respectfully.

Enzo nods of approval with my choice of words.

"Did you just call her a thing?" Antonio questions.

"I guess I did."

He laughs.

"You know I really don't know how you put up with her." I look in Greyson direction.

"I don't." He responds.

I look at him as if to say, 'that's a lie.'

"Oh damn.. she went there." Matteo laughs.

"Who are we on about here?" Marcello asks confused.