𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 |𝟏𝟖+|

14

Miguel Raffetò POV

"Raffetò, kindly get the fuck off my wife."

Ignoring Gio Lianni is nothing short of a mistake.

I should've learned my lesson by now, but there's something about annoying that old man that speaks to my heart.

"What you gonna do, shoot me?" Winding him up, should also be something I know not to do anymore. But have I learned that lesson? Absolutely not.

The feel of a familiarly cold metal was suddenly pressed into the back of my neck. "Okay, okay. I'm moving." I held my hands up in lock surrender as I stepped away from hugging Romeo's momma Elsie.

Elsie laughed at my antics whilst Gio casually waved the weapon at me. "You're an ass, you know that?"

I walked over to the couches, throwing myself down and resting my legs over the arm. "I might be an ass, but I'm a fucking lovable ass."

"Yeah, yeah. Now tell me why you've interrupted my Wednesday evening. My son or Z not entertaining your bullshit?"

I flippin him off as he sat down with Elsie laughing beside him.

I hadn't seen Etta aka Scooby since Sunday and I think if I was to put a name on my feelings, I'd call them withdrawals.

She's been busy with work, helping her boss out for a personal event of the older woman's meaning she's been starting ridiculously early and finishing stupidly late.

But bless the girl, she still has time to reply to my messages whenever she has the time.

I miss her.

"Zero is at his mom's and Rome is probably between Pollie's thighs."

Elsie gasped and threw a decorative cushion at me. "Miguel, you can't talk about women like that! Have some decency."

"Sorry Mrs Lianni. But in my defence my use of language is no different to Pollie herself, she's been spending too much time with your son." It's true. Pollie used to cuss us out for being so crude, but with being attached at the hip to Rome for so long, she uses just as many vulgar phrases as us now. It's funny. I just forgot the age of my audience right now.

"He still a nervous wreck to be without her for more than an hour at a time?" Gio inquired, worry hidden deep beneath that casual demeanour.

"Yeah, but I think he's getting better now. That week apart helped a lot I think, only now they're constantly all over each other."

Elsie chuckled. "Young love."

"Hey, we may not be as young as we once were but I still show you a good time-"

I covered my ears like a child and yelled. "Blah blah blah. I don't wanna hear about mom and dad's sex life."

There goes another cushion.

After ten minutes of idle chatter and catching up later, Gio finally forced the truth of my visit out of me.

"My mom's been trying to contact me." I said the words with a deep sigh that was met with silence.