The Mafia's Missing Triplets

Chapter Fourteen

Sawyer's POV

*Mentions of rape*

    We got back to their house and Francesco, Angelo, and some of their men that came out of nowhere and said nothing helped us bring all our bags inside to our room. We unpacked everything in the closet letting Avery decide where everything would go and we all changed out of our old clothes. Both of my twins stole a sweatshirt from me and Quinn's was giant on her and Avery and I laughed at her and she pouted a bit.

    We got bored so we decided to head to the library and headed out of our room into the hallway. Halfway to the stairs, Adriano called out to us and we turned. He seemed pissed of which I am beginning to realize is his normal mood. I was the closest to him and he walked up to us. "Just because we bought you all this stuff doesn't mean you're important. We all know you guys are just druggies and sluts. That little stunt today with the girls didn't prove anything."

    He reached out and shoved my chest and my mind went back to the basement. Back to when I was touched by him the first time. The memory played over and over I faintly felt my hands start to throb and pain in my stomach but that only fueled the memory. Avery and Quinn had already been raped before by Dianne's other boyfriends and friends. The three of us didn't think it was possible for me to be raped. We were wrong.

    "Sawyer stop." Avery's voice pulled me out of the memories her Russian was a tie I could focus on. It brought me back and I saw Adriano under me with a bloody face. I could feel my hands start to throb but I ignored it and moved back slowly walking over to where Avery and Quinn were. Adriano just looked at me with a mixture of shock and anger and something else playing on his face. Someone said something and I looked to see Remo, Francesco, Angelo, and Alessandro all looking at us.

    Waves of emotion took over me and I bolted off back to our room and Avery and Quinn followed. Avery closed the door quietly and Quinn led me to sit on the bed and hugged me as I sobbed.

    I was so fucking weak. Quinn was put through so much worse than me and she never once complained or cried. When that man and woman did stuff to me I broke. I still did. Quinn was the strong one and I hated and admired her about it and I hated myself for it. I silently sobbed into her shoulder as Avery gently fixed my hands.

    Quinn whispered reassurances to calm me down but they only made me feel worse. She knew how to comfort me because of what happened to her. She was seven and even then she didn't cry she dealt with it and when Avery and I broke down after it she comforted us.

    She went through hell worse than Avery and me and yet she was the kindest. I don't know how long I cried but I clung to my little sister wishing I could fix things but I couldn't because I was a failure of a brother. I failed her and I failed Avery. All I could do was hold Quinn's hand when we were around lots of people and follow Avery's lead. I couldn't do anything else because I was such a fucking failure. I tried balling my hands but Avery didn't let me and Quinn started rubbing circles on my back telling me things she probably wished we told her that day. Later when it happened to Avery she comforted her while I sat there useless.

    I finally came back to my senses and realized Quinn's sweatshirt was soaked with my tears so I got up and got her a new one to put on. They both gave me worried looks but I ignored them the best I could ignoring the guilt that came with doing so.

    "Let's go to the library." My voice came out shaky and the both of them looked unsure if it was a good idea so I headed towards the door and they both followed. This time we didn't see anyone as we headed downstairs and into the library.

    We all wandered around the shelves for a bit and Quinn came over to me with a book in hand. "It's a book about Jack the Ripper. I don't think you've read this one so hopefully, you'll like it." She gave me her warm smile and I hugged her and said thank you. I helped her find a book about Chinese knowing it was the language she wanted to learn next.

    We found Avery sitting in a large window seat and the three of us curled up together reading ignoring what happened earlier.

    We read for a while until Avery checked our phone and swore, "We're late to dinner."

    I sighed because I didn't want to go but I knew we had to as we put the books back the library doors opened. "Avery, Sawyer, Quinn?" Remo's questioning voice traveled through the library.

    "We're here," Avery called out and the three of us headed over to him.

    "You guys are late for dinner."

    Avery shrugged, "We lost track of time."

    He sighed and told us to be more careful next time and led us to the kitchen asking us about our favorite foods which Quinn answered for us.

Avery's POV

    We walked into the dining room and were greeted with a variety of different looks. "Where were the three of you?"

    "They were in the library and lost track of time." Alessandro nodded and like Remo reminded us to be more careful about the time which I shrugged off. Today there were maids that served the food and we were told that they were off yesterday but typically work six days a week. We ate quietly with a couple of glances and glares from the so-called brothers to Sawyer who was keeping his head down.

    Suddenly Francesco dropped his fork with a clang, "Let's play 20 questions." His face radiated a level of enthusiasm that terrified me.

    The others quickly agreed and Francesco asked the first question, "Favorite color."

    There were lots of reds, blacks, a grey from the yeti, and two dark blues, and Francesco said a bright orange. They all looked to Quinn who was next in line. I nodded telling her we would play, "Any shade of purple."

    "Any shade of green," Sawyer said almost immediately after.

    "Any shade of yellow." They all looked at us weirdly probably expecting us to pick darker colors but those colors were the ones Papi always used to dress us in when we were little. Especially Quinn and me because everyone would mix us up because we looked near identical when we were little.

    The next question was from Angelo, "Favorite hobby?"

    This was answered with boxing from Adriano, pranks from Francesco, work for Dante, Leonardo, and Alessandro, computers for Angelo, and cooking for Remo. I shared a look with Quinn letting her know to let me answer first because I wanted to mess with them a bit.

    They all looked towards us, "You know, partying, fucking around, doing drugs. The norm."

    "You forgot hooking up." Quinn piped in knowing my intentions.

    "Oh yeah, that too."

    A couple of people dropped their forks or coughed. There were also a lot of guilty looks going around the table aimed at us. Adriano smirked and Alessandro looked us over, "You heard us this morning?"

    "Yep," I popped the p sarcastically, "but don't worry Mr. Accetta we have heard it all before and honestly don't care about what any of you think. So why don't we fix the issue and put us into foster care? We don't care about the DNA bullshit." I emphasized 'issue' and kept my face blank.

    "No. I don't care what you want or think about this situation. You three are my children and will be living here whether you are happy about it or not." I rolled my eyes and asked if we could be excused which after a minute he allowed although he did tell us that he wanted to talk to us in his office tomorrow morning.

    We headed upstairs and strangely for the first time in ages I felt happiness and it wasn't because of my twins.