Moretti Quadruplets

Chapter 3 :- Breakfast Time

Warning :-  There are swearings and cuss in this chapter.

(Sunday Morning)

In Italy,

Arjun's P.O.V.

"Ahhhhh! WHAT THE FUUUCCCKKK!"

I shouted when I felt a kick on my ass and tumbled off my bed. What a way to start a Sunday morning.

"WHAT THE HELL, YOU DIPSHIT? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

I screamed at my twin, who was standing there, smirking at me.

"Even I don't want to see your face, but I also don't have a choice. Mom sent me up to get you. Now get your ass downstairs fast. I'm hungry," Aarav said before turning and leaving.

Asshole.

I'm a Mafia King, and last night I had a meeting. It kept me busy until the early morning. I got home at 5:00 am, and now it's only 7:05 am. Of course, I'm still tired (yawning 🥱).

Shut up. Nobody wants your excuses.

'Hey, show some respect.'

Respect my foot.

'I'm the Mafia King!'

So?

'Are you dumb or dumber? You can't just disresp—'

"Come fast, asshole!" Aarav shouted from downstairs.

'This fucker.'

Okay, fine. Let's get ready...

[Arjun's Outfit]

I come downstairs and see Mom, Dad and Aarav in formal clothes.

[Damon's Outfit]