The Rules to Redemption

Chapter 14: Family ties

Not me taking 10 years to update.
My excuse: I'm fucking lazy.

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"Where have you been?" My brother asks me as I come back into his sight.
Well...

"Torturing myself." I truthfully say grabbing his arm and escorting him out the room with the desire to alas leave this place.
It wasn't hard to push the thought of what had just happened out of my head, I had bigger things to deal with as of now anyway.
Dandelion can fucking wait.

...

We ordered food that night, mainly because he was too sore to cook and I...well I burnt salad and that speaks for itself.

I wasn't sure how this situation should be brought up.
My dear brother, is it true that you are a murdering gangster with violent ties to a drug lord?
Sounds easy enough.

"Malachi." I call him but his silence speaks for itself.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I notion to his focused analysing of my living room.

"I'm trying to see how many escape routes we have if an assassin broke into the house right now." He casually explains.
Ok, maybe this conversation would be easy.

"We need to talk." I tell him.
"But your voice is fucking annoying." He jokes?
"I will kick you out of this house and make you sleep on the street with a crackhead." I warn him.

"No I'd just go to a friends house. I met one the other day, Sierra. You know her." He smirks.
I hate him.
"Sierra would probably kick you out too." I raise my eyebrow at him. It's true, she would do so if I asked her too yet I wouldn't.
Though those two would be a dangerous duo.

"What about your other friend...Damien?" I slyly mention.
"How did the two of you meet?"

His pupils dilate slightly though I noticed them, that only increased my suspicion.
"We met through business." He dismissively replies.

"Business. Guns, drugs or bitches?" I curiously question.

He looked at me like he figured my intentions out yet a part of him was clueless, the part that didn't know that I was involved in the Mafia too.
"What are you asking me Tallia?" His question was also a warning but I'd never be afraid of his warnings, he's firm sometimes but he'd never hurt me. He'd set the world on fire before I got hurt at his hands.

"I'm asking you if you're in the Mafia. The MAFIA. The drug lords MAFIA. Are we MAFIA INDEBTED?" I emphasise yet he just raises an eyebrow at me.
"What took you so long to figure it out?"

Well that's a very fucking reassuring answer brother. My mind is definitely at peace now!
"I don't know maybe the fact that IT'S A DAMN MAFIA?"

"Tallia there is no need to shout really." He rolls his eyes.
Well that happened to trigger the violent whore inside of me, seconds later I found a shoe...in my hand and as another few seconds went by that shoe was in his face.
"What the fuck is wrong with you cagna? Why are you so okay about this?" (Bitch). I almost yell at him.

He sighs eventually taking me serious which I find rather ironic considering the conversation we are having. "Tallia. Tallia, Tallia, Tallia." The last time he said my name was in a stereotypical Italian chef's accent.
"Welcome to reality."

I don't know what kind of reality you live in bitch but normal families aren't in the Mafia.
"It's normal for me because I'm the guy." He begins.
Really bro? I've always seen you as a bitch.

"I had to join the mob as soon as I turned 16. You had a way out so we never thought to tell you about it." He explains.
I'm guessing 'we' meant him and my father.
"Does mom know?" I ask him.
"I honestly couldn't tell you. We've never had that conversation." Malachi enlightens me.
Knowing my mother, she probably does. That woman knows everything.