It all started with an accident. You hurt yourself at a club trying to dance too hard to songs. Three huge guys came over to help and take you home. One thing led to another and the three of them confessed to you. You couldn't decide and accepted them all. Little did you know you just accepted the confessions of three mafia bosses.

Now, here you are, watching Hudson, Wyatt, and Oswald argue relentlessly in front of you. Arguing about what? You, of course.

"My darling does not need to be stuck with either of you numskulls for an extended period of time. They might catch your idiocy." Wyatt huffed as he crossed his arms, cigarette smoke trailing out of his mouth. "Oh, real mature. Perhaps it's you they need some time alone from so they don't spew childish insults at anyone." Oswald spat back as he glared at the other two men. Hudson simply sat back in his chair, simmering with frustration. It was clear he was upset with this situation as well but is more level-headed. "Morons", he grumbled.

This was almost a daily thing with these three. How you love them with all their antics is still beyond you. The trio persist for another few minutes until you can't take it anymore and let out a loud and pouting huff.

The all turn towards you and then back at each other.... before arguing again. "Look what you did, idiots! My precious is fuming at us. Their adorable face is contorted in anger." Hudson finally shouted as he took your hand and kissed the back of it.

Why do you even bother?