Twin Guns

3: 2moths later...

Okay, so this part of the book might be rushed and a bit confusing. But it makes sense I promise you.
Thank you for reading until so far!!
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I wake up to someone screaming. But not that of my sister. I sit up to see Layla sitting at the bottom edge of the bed. She looks tired.

“Did you sleep well?” She asks in a soft voice.

“I’m not sure you even bothered to last night.” I reply. She sighs and gets up from the bed.

“Go and shower. I’ll meet you downstairs.” And with that she walks out of the room. I get up and walk to the bathroom. I took a long ass shower. Basking in the warmth of the hot water.

I dress in a shorts and a huge cardigan. I put on mid-thigh socks and walk to the kitchen.

I see pasta on the kitchen island. Pasta's my favourite. I dig in like a starved animal.

“I still don’t know how you remain slim when you eat like a fucking pig.” Layla remarks.

I flip her off and continue with my glorious food. By the time theirs nothing left on the plate, I want more.
I take seconds and decide to see why the house is so quiet. I walk through the halls and enter the dining room.
I see Damon tied to a chair beaten bloody. Gabby is bawling her eyes out and mom is just sitting there, glaring at Layla.

What the hell did she do after I left last night?

I leave there and enter the living room.

“Dylan...?” I say shocked.

“Miss me princess?” He starts coming closer to me but I stop him.

“I’m eating my food and I know you want to take it from me.” I glare at him.

He gives me a dry smile. “So instead of wondering why I’m here or greeting me, food is your main concern?”

“Duh?” I reply.

He rolls his eyes.  “Well do you want to know what’s going on?”

“Let me guess, the men from yesterday are in a Mafia called ‘The Kings' and you are one of the most trusted members.” I say sarcastically.

He raises an eyebrow. “You know that would actually be the correct answer if your attitude didn’t ruin it. And that's a ridiculous name.”

I see that more men entering the house. They start approaching me like I’m some vile animal. And Dylan is leading them all. But none of them seem to have weapons.

“Come any closer and I’ll make you impotent.” I snap at him.

“I’d love to see you try. God worked too hard to create this master piece. ” He scoffs.

I see a man running towards me. And I my heart breaks as i throw my plate at the man. My poor pasta.I grab his arm when he attempts to punch me and knee him in the face. I take out my gun.

What? I love guns.

And I start shooting. On the head. Knee, groin. Name it. Someone whistles behind me. At this point I’d already killed or hurt most of the men. I mean why did they think that attacking me without guns would be a smart idea?
They probably thought because I’m a girl I wouldn’t do shit.

Sexist bastards.

“You want to die too?” I ask Dylan when I see him coming closer to me.

He just smiles. “Now Layla.”

What-

I feel a needle piercing my neck. I turn to see Layla.

Why?

“You passed your test, now I need you to calm the fuck down.” she pats my head. Those were the last words before everything faded into black.

Fuckers.
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2 Months later...


“Stop playing with that knife would you.” Gabby snaps at me.

“Sure...I just need to put inside of you.” I roll my eyes at her.

You see when I woke up I found out that my biological father is indeed a mafia Dom. And now my training is complete. Normally it would take some people a year or years, but what can I say, I’m exceptional.

And I was only required to train because now their enemies know that me and Layla exist. So basically, this is so we can protect ourselves.

Why is Gabby still moving you ask?

Well their using her as their bitch. Damon still has shit to fess up, so for now she lives. You’d think that she’d learn to be nice. But no.

I’m going to enjoy killing this bitch.

The car comes to a stop and I step out and see a mansion. A literal castle.
“Come on.” Layla directs us.

I also learnt that during the time of her ‘recovering’ at the hospital she was actually training with father.
God, it feels weird to call him that.
So my life right now states. I have 4 siblings. Layla, an older male and twins. Oh and a baby sister.

Well...she’s still in the womb soo...

Anyway, me and Layla have grown really close. Her and father’s current wife. Esmerelda. She works as a designer. She’s an amazing person. I guess second time's a charm.

We reach the front door and Layla opens it. Only to be crushed by Esme. “I’ve missed you!!” She exclaims.

“You literally saw me in the morning.” Layla says.

“Blame it on the hormones. Oh dear enter!” She sees me at the door.
I enter the house.

Shit.

Castle was an understatement, this place is heaven. With white marbled floors, glass chandeliers hanging. Soft, expensive black couches, a flat screen TV.

I’m in heaven.

“Oh! There you are. How are you feeling”. Dad comes inside what I’m guessing is the living room.

Oh yeah, me and him also got close. He’s a really chill and amazing dad. He just hates seeing me in hurt...or with another male really.

“Umm...hello? I’m here too?” Gabby speaks up.

“Oh yeah you. Anyway, Allegra tesoro, come on this way.” Dad calls me over. [Treasure]

I walk with him and together we walk deeper into the house. “You know if you’re uncomfortable with this, you don’t have to do it right?” Dad asks nervously.

“Yep. But I’m good.” I say.

“OH MY GOD!!” I nearly have a heart attack as I’m tackled to the ground.

Damn that hurts.

“Oh sorry!”

I open my eyes to see a blonde, blue-eyed beauty straddling me.

Well then.

“I’m Violet, I’m  15. Your sister.” She says.

“Oh? You must be one of the twins.” I say.

She giggles and I swear I almost melted. She looks so cute.

“You’re adorable.” She states.

And then she’s shoved off me.

“God you have be careful with my baby.”

What...baby?

I see a boy that looks similar to Violet, but with black-brown hair. I pulls me up and crushes me in a hug. “I’m Vince. Nice to meet you. Although we’ve already met. At the hospital and at your house. You’re a total badass.” He whispered in my eyes.

He gets shoved away and I nearly fall flat on my ass before Violet hugs me. “She’s mine.” She states glaring at her twin.

Okay, I’m officially tired.

“Enough you dummies.” Esme smacks their foreheads and leads me to sit on a couch. They pout at her.

“You’ll meet Dante, but he’s at work.” She tells me. “This mat be all of a sudden but you’ll need to be at school tomorrow.”

“It’s filled with spoiled brats.” Layla tells me. Sitting next to me.

“You can always say no. Esme reassures me.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I need to read a book anyway.” I say.

She smiles and nods her head enthusiastically. “Great! Let’s get to dressing you up?”

“Dressing me up?” I ask warily.

“Well duh? We have to find your right measurements,  don’t worry it’ll be here by tomorrow morning before school.” Esme tells me.

And that people is how I spent the rest of the day being cuddled up, squashed in hugs and then being used a model for Esme's designs.

Well, that couldn’t have gone any better.

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Welp, that's part 3. Thanks for reading my loves!!!!
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