Runs In The Family

The Other Brother

NARRATION

"Brother!?" yelped Trixie, staring at Hendrix in shock horror "how many other siblings do you have that I don't know about?"

"Shut up, Trix" he said, placing an arm in front of her as he pushed her back slightly.

His brother was capable of a lot of things. He was the complete opposite to Hendrix. He was more Alejandro's son than Hendrix was.

He possessed the merciless, rutheless characteristics his parents had. Hence, why they sent him away to France. He had let the mafia lifestyle take over him. He was out of control.

A pure maniac.

He'd been sent away after trying to attack Mattia. But Mattia was faster, more experienced and wiser. He couldn't be underestimated the way Carlos had thought he could be.

On the day of the attack, he'd only managed to get one bullet into one of the NJ13 soldiers. But he was captured. It was Mattia who'd dragged a blade across his skin. From his eye down to his collarbone.

Ever since that day, he'd wanted revenge. He was going to take down the entire family. Starting with the weakest link of them all.

"You've made a grave mistake, brother" he shouted, watching as Hendrix moved closer to Trixie.

"Leave her out of it" Hendrix said, but he laughed.

"Her? Out of it?" he repeated, mocking the way Hendrix spoke "she's the main character in all of this". He took another step, causing Trixie's body to tense up with fear.

"Did you know that?" he said, looking at Trixie with a dangerous smile "everyone wants you dead, we all want you in the ground, sweetheart"

"Give me your gun" she whispered in Hendrix's ear. Quiet enough for his ears only.

"Are you insane?" he whispered back, keeping his eyes on Carlos "you need to run as fast as you can"

"Give me, your fucking gun"

He sighed, defeated as he handed the gun to her. Carlos saw but she didn't care. She was a Polibio. Her Mother was Olivia Polibio, her Father, Mattia. She wasn't going to let her family line die like that.

"I wouldn't do that" said Carlos, making sure his gun was visible to them "you don't want to make this harder than it already is"

"Fuck you" she said, cocking the gun with her thumb as Hendrix pulled another out of his jacket.

Always carry a back up.

She raised the gun, aiming it at his head. Her hand was shaking slightly, she took a few breaths, composing herself for what she was about to do.

"Don't" whispered Hendrix "pull it when I tell you"

Her finger grazed the trigger as Hendrix pulled his out too. Carlos looked at them and chuckled at the mere sight of them.