I had been busy the last few days with mafia related business, so I hadn't been home much; but I was today.

"Why do you eat so fucking loud?" Ace grumbled to Dante who was eating my cookies in his office. He was slouched in the chair and looked miserable for some reason.

"What is your problem, bitch?" Dante asked, spewing cookie crumbs everywhere. The palm of my hand slapped my forehead. These two were idiots, I'm living with idiots.

"Would the both of you just shut up?" I hissed.

"Fuck you Ice," Dante sneered.

"Fuck you Dante," I spat, scowling at him.

"Yeah, fuck you Dante." Ace glared at...