Romano's POV
"What the fuck do you mean by our shipment got fucked?" I yelled over the phone. I went mute for a while listening to the mother fucker tell me about how the Italians messed it up as payback and what not.
"Well, they should better fucking get ready for me." I hung up, tossing my phone aside.
"Hey" Madelyn said, entering my room.
"What do you want?" I asked, my shirt few miles away leaving my body.
"Just to have a discussion with you" She shrugged, playing with the hem of her dress.
I sighed, bringing my shirt down. I wasn't about to start flashing my woman's property to her sister.
"What discussion? I'm not exactly in a good mood because my shipment was fucked" I frowned, taking a seat on the bed. I nodded at her to sit on the couch.
"Well, fuck." She shrugged. "Also, I want to know what you're keeping me for?"
"Keeping you?" I raised my eyebrow at her. "Right. I'm the one holding you back right?".