"Family meeting tomorrow darling." You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a apple and biting into it.
"Me and you were supposed to go shopping though." Polly pouted, drying her hands off from washing the dishes. You just laughed a bit, she was spoiled to death. It isn't supposed to be offensive, it's just a fact. The women has every portrait that you could get painted, Diamond necklaces and earrings from France and Italy, heels, everything.
Anything for the Gypsy queen though.
"It can wait sweetheart, we have enough."
"Excuse me?" She flipped herself over so she was facing you with a face full of attitude, taking the comment to heart.
"I said it can wait, family meetings are important and I don't want to miss anything. Besides, Thomas made it sound important." She rolled her eyes, bored already with this family meeting junk.
"So we can't skip?"
"Unless you want a bullet through your head, no." She stared you down, you shrugged at her.
"He wouldn't put a bullet through my fucking head Y/n."
"Oh darling he did many things that we thought he wouldn't do. Never say never. We are going to the ring, we are watching some men fight. Part of business I guess." You waved off. She gave in, not wanting to argue with you as it wasn't your fault.
"How was work today sweetheart?" She asked, wiping off the counter.
"It was okay, the betting shop was quite busy though. I had to get some cash."
"Why did you need cash?"
"Tommy needed it, I didn't ask any questions. It was a fucking lot though." You jump on the counter, sitting right next to where she was cleaning. She looked at you and you looked at her, giving her a 'I'm not moving." One.
