Runs In The Family

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TRIXIE'S POV:

I rolled onto my back, my eyes flickering open. I looked around and noticed I was in my room. But something felt off, I could barely remember what had happened earlier. I rubbed my eyes with this back of my hand and got out of bed, going over to my closet.

But when I pulled it open, there was nothing inside.

"What the fuck?" I yawned, scratching my head as I looked around the room. Definitely my room, same wallpaper, same bedsheets, same tv on the wall.
There was a knock on the door and I walked over to answer it.

"Listen Lenny-"

Brooks stood before me. My eyes went wide as I slammed the door shut again. But he stopped it with his foot, forcing it open again.

"Fuck you!" I screamed as he opened the door and let himself in.

"Oh we can save that for later" he said, wrapping a hand around my throat and pushing me back towards a wall. What the fuck was the obsession with doing this? Every single fucking time.

"Don't you like your room? I made it especially for you" he asked, bringing his face close to mine.

"W-What?"

"For you, silly" he said, letting go and going over to close the door. I stayed against the wall, I was so confused yet scared for my life.

"Take a seat" he said, gesturing towards the bed. I didn't want to imagine what he'd do if I didn't comply so I quickly took a seat. He joined me, tilting his head as he smiled at me. His smile wasn't pleasant to look at it. It was cold, nervewracking.

"See, I've been friends with you for almost 8 years now, darling" he said "I know exactly what your room looks like, your whole house actually"

"What are you talking about?" I whispered, inching away from him little by little.

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm in love with you. So fucking in love!" he said, his voice getting louder.

"But I have to kill you, unfortunately" he said, dropping his hands into his lap as he frowned "it's part of this whole mafia thing"

"You're in a..."

"Mafia, yes, try to keep up" he continued "but I don't want to kill you, at least not yet. So I made a room which looks exactly like yours"

"You creep-"

"Don't" he said, placing a hand in my face "don't make me reach for my gun and kill you because I promise you I will"

I shut my mouth, holding my breath as he started laughing loudly, making me jump.

"I mean if you ask me, it's quite an advantage. If you were ugly, you'd be dead already! So lucky you" he patted my shoulder before standing up and walking towards the door. He placed a hand on the doorknob, turning back to me with a sickly sweet smile.

"Enjoy your last few weeks" he said, winking at me.

"Make yourself at home"

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MATTIA'S POV:

I ran a hand through my hair as my laptop gave me nothing. It had been two days since Trixie had gone missing and no one could trace her.

"Anything?" asked Liv, walking into the basement. I shook my head causing her to start panicking.

"Liv calm down, you're not helping" I said angrily, closing my laptop and going to get a drink. She rolled her eyes and opened my laptop but I'd already done everything she was about to do.

Whiskey hit my lips as a soldier walked into the basement, looking at us both anxiously.

"Do you have a lead?" I asked.

"Actually I was wondering if I could leave to see my girlfriend, it's date night-"

"Hold on" I said "my little girl is in the most dangerous set of hands right now and you wanna leave early?"

"Kind of-"

I took out my gun and shot him in the chest, watching him drop to the ground. I rang a bell and two other soldiers came in and took him out before looking over at Liv who shrugged her shoulders.

"Never liked him anyway" she said,standing up and walking out. I knew she was going to cry. It was all she'd been doing these past few days.

LEVI'S POV:

I opened the front door as I heard gunshots go off upstairs. That was the fourth one in the last 24 hours. Mom and Dad weren't doing well at all. At this rate, we'll have lost all our soldiers. I placed my gun in my jacket as I stepped out our driveway, trying to clear my head a little.

A guy passed, brushing his shoulder against mine. I paused and turned around, he stopped too.

"Excuse me? What the fuck is your problem?" I said a little too loudly. He looked at the ground before slowly turning around. I recognised him immediately and pulled out my gun, aiming it at his head.

"Wait! I know where Trixie is" he said. I narrowed my eyes at him. I wanted to believe him but he was also Alejandro's son.

"If your fucking Dad-"

"No he hasn't" he said "it's someone else. But you won't know of them because they're so low key"

"Are you going to make me beg?" I asked, rolling my eyes. He sighed, looking around us before coming a little closer.

"He's called Brooks Taylor"