"We will win just like we always have"
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It's been thirteen years, thirteen years since the two youngest siblings of the Cavendish family were kidnapped. Castiel Miller Cavendish boss of the American Mafia had made a promise to his parents on thei...
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Laying on the bed with my hands crossed behind my head I watch as Alec starts to yell nonsense at me and talking frantically with his hands. Getting annoyed with his tantrum I grab the Ontario Saw-neck blade strapped to my thigh, throwing it centimeters towards his head, turning around the blades already wrapped around his hand.
"What the—."
Getting off the bed my hand shoots out grabbing onto his wrist, slinging him around, and coming down on top of him. Blinking for a second he already has me pinned down with him holding my arms crossed on my chest.
Regardless of our height, size, and weight differences we would never out win one another. Our hits, speed, and tactics were the same, it's like we were in sync. It was a blessing and a curse.
"What was that for." He grits out while getting back up.
"If you would stop throwing your mantrum for a second I would be able to explain to you my reasoning" outstretching his hands I grab it, pulling me back up.
"Fine talk, while I go stuff our suitcases that aren't filled with weapons" he leaves heading towards my closet.
"Do you not know who they are?" I question him while laying back on the bed.
"No, and why should I care?" He asks while rummaging through our clothes.
"The older one is Castiel Cavendish, CEO of Cavendish Holdings and Corps. But that's not important he's also known as the boss of the American mafia" hearing something fall from the closet I get back up and rush towards the room.
"What happ—."
"Amethyst, are you crazy? The mafia. That would put us on there radar, I'm not risking your's or my life just because our so called family want to reunite with us."
"Can you listen!" I yell out, nodding his head I continue "they might know something about these people, a clue that could lead us to them. Because let's face it Alec the only thing we were getting close at was death, Victor was our only way of finding them out but he'll be dead by the end of the day."
"So you want to live with them and risk our life for information no, no not happening it's too risky. We'll find another way."
"Come on, if we're not one step closer we'll leave. I don't want to be associated with the underworld anymore than you do but I'm tired of always looking over my shoulder and running. This is our best option."
I can see him thinking over it, I understand the risk of staying with our "family". We've risked too much for us to just go back there. Nodding his head, I internally high five myself.
"Do you want me to take out fewer weapons in the luggage or keep it as is?" he holds up a variety of guns we keep in our to-go bag.
"Just take out some grenades and add some clothes so we don't look suspicious" nodding, I go to our drawers preparing our clothes.
