After 8 generations the American mafia finally had birthed not just one but two girls.
Demontre and Angelica Smith along with their triplet brother were the hearts of the American and the Italian mafia.
Suddenly their hearts were shattered when th...
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"Fuck my babies look so precious!"
We had dressed the triplets in one of a kind designer duds and they looked like little models.
Walking over to me, Demontre studied my wild curls for a few minutes.
"Momma can you make your hair like ours so we can be matching." Demontra asked.
"Of course, my princess, why don't you take your brother and sister to your dad, while I fix my hair to look like yours and your sister," I replied.
"Ok momma" she said before skipping over to her brother and sister who were coloring pictures in the corner.
The triplets are extremely close with all of our family members but the way they protect each other is extreme and it's exactly how I protect our family. I'll be forever grateful that they have each other to protect each other and have each other's back.
Texting my hairstylist about the hair change, I walk back to my bedroom on my phone giving last minute orders to our workers.
To say that I was nervous was an extreme understatement. Having threats from the Swedish mafia was one thing but the fact that numerous mafia princes and princesses have been kidnapped have iced the cake of paranoia for me.
I'm absolutely terrified tonight.
We have all the security that is possible and in theory the triplets are untouchable. But for whatever reason I have this nagging feeling inside of my stomach that's telling me that something tragic is going to happen tonight.
I don't know what it is, but I do know never to dismiss what my gut is telling me which is why I've been spending the past few hours screaming ar every security member that tonight must go perfectly.
Walking into my room my hairstylist is waiting for me with two of his assignments with straighteners.
Giving me a quick glance over here he proclaims, "don't worry we will have your hair pin straight just like your bambina's in less than 20 minutes."
Which is great because the last thing I need to worry about is my hair my outfit or my makeup. I just need to focus on the triplets and make sure that they can come back home tonight.
After 20 minutes my blonde hair is pin straight Juta like my little princesses and I know they'll be ecstatic that we will be matching.
But before I even have a spare second to thank my stylist, the emergency alarm goes off indicating that we are currently under attack.
Abandoning my bedroom, I run to my husband's office in hopes that the triplets are still there. Opening the door, I see my husband has put the triplets in the secret space that will take them down to the hidden bunker.
"Momma," Angelica says.
Racing over to them I hug each one of them individually before saying," Little ones do not and I repeat do not go with anyone unless it is me or your father."
