Chapter 82: Prince of The City

"I'm hungry. What do we have to eat?" Mouth headed for the fridge as soon as we got in the house. It was damn near five o'clock in the morning and we'd just landed. I nodded for the twins to disappear to their place, which was between our home and my parents on the grounds. "Mouth sit down I'll make breakfast."

"I don't want breakfast, I want...Parmesan." She rubbed her hands together and rummaged through the freezer for chicken I guess. I'm tired as fuck but if she wants that shit I'll help her make it. Fuck I know about Italian food. She defrosted the chicken and the homemade sauce that she and her uncle had made a few days ago, all the while talking to me about what we had to do in the coming days to get ready for the wedding.