𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

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Miguel Raffetò POV

"Would you quit your whining? Honestly Rome. It's like having two fully grown man children even though I haven't pushed them out of my vagina."

Me and Zero throw Pollie a look as she multitasks between cussing us out both in person and over the phone to her loverman.

Bossman, as Miss P loves to call him - god I hope not in the bedroom, ugh - is currently on a "business trip" in Italy. I say business trip because that's what poll doll thinks it is.

After a year of being insufferably obsessed with each other, my man has finally grown the balls to propose. So right now, he's on the other side of the world, lying his little heart out about business ventures to pick up her tailor made engagement ring.

And whilst he's there, me and Z are here hanging out with his future wifey. Whilst the pair of us are equally as in love with Pollie and literally adore spending time with the woman, ever since the incident at the office happened over a year ago now, Romeo has been super paranoid and this trip he's taken is the first and the longest time he's ever spent away from our girl.

He's hidden his worries as best as he can from Pollie after she'd had to intervene and express that his paranoia was beginning to affect her own independence. Of course, they worked through it like they work through everything. So from now on, Poll doll has a rotation of solo bodyguards watching her from a distance.

Rome has another proposal up his sleeve though, he's told me and Z as much. Much being that's all the information we've been granted, the secretive bastard.

But no, life is good. Life is different but life is good.

After the time that Pollie was shot, Rome took a big ass step away from his father's organisation, going to the extent of passing the leadership baton down to Enzo. Nowadays he's strictly a businessman with a colourful past who wouldn't have it any other way. My guy never wanted that life anyway.

Rome, being the decent man he is gave us both the opportunity to remain in the organisation or to step aside, an out. And being the brothers from other mothers that we are, we freakin followed our bud. But we're not completely naive of ignoring the risks that still travel alongside us each time we step outside our doors each day.

We were associated with the underground, a highly dangerous and targeted part at that. Our identities are known by rivals and whilst we don't actively participate in those typa activities anymore, it doesn't mean we're free to live normal lives.

Hence why Rome has a bodyguard for Pollie.

"Its fucking stuffy as hell in here. Can't we just cut the queue?" Zero shuffled on the spot, his anxiety evident tonight from his tense shoulders and darting eyes.

Pollie hung up the phone, immediately pulling Z into a hug. "Two more minutes and we'll be in. Did you wanna go out for some air? I can get the tickets and wait for you?"

Zero smiled, kissing her forehead and hugging her back. "It's okay thanks P. I just hate standing in lines."

Five minutes later and we'd found our seats in the auditorium.

The red velvet chairs and general smell of mothballs and coldness lingered in the structurally impressive building.

I bagged us central seats using my adoring charm and good looks, and now Pollie won't stop smiling at me. She's so cute and happy. Like a bunny rabbit.

"You look like a bunny."

Her smile dropped. "You making fun of my teeth?"

My pulse hammered against my chest and my amusement faded before Z and P burst out laughing. "You should've seen your ickle face Guel Guel." She reached over, pinching my cheeks as I rolled my eyes sarcastically.