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A maid brings in a pair of the prettiest heart shaped Diamond earrings and a needle. Harry has tied my hair back and dried my ears. Then he pours some rubbing alcohol on to a cotton pad and cleans off the area he's about to pierce. He uses a lighter to burn the needle and then he swirls it around in alcohol. He grabs the pen and marks where he's about to pierce. "It's not quite even." Claudette says taking the pen and remarking one ear. "There." She finishes. Harry grabs the needle. "Breathe in.." he says lining the needle up with the mark. "Breathe out." I breathe out following his command and then a small prick and burn sensation follows. "Ok the needle is all the way through. We're going to put the earring in next." He says. I feel him pull the needle out and then I feel the earring enter. He puts in the backing. "Pretty. Next ear." He says. I turn my head and Romeo holds a small mirror up for me to see. The pretty earring glitters in my reddened ear. He repeats his breathing instructions and before I know it the other earring is in my ear. He cleans up the small amount of blood with alcohol. "All done!" He says. "Ok so now no pulling on those ears. Also just leave them. Don't touch. You also need to clean them twice a day. Don't worry I'll help." He says swatting my hand that was on its way to the piercing. "Mrs, Mrs, Mrs, Mr and Mr Rizzo, you have audience with the masters of the house." A maid calls. We stand up and follow the maid to the dining room. "My darling let's see those ears." My mom said putting some glasses on. "So pretty!" She says gasping. "Wait I thought you were legally blind without your glasses." Isabella says. "I'm cross eyed too! I'm not sure how I did such a good job to be honest!"he says awfully proud of himself. "Harry honey do you need a new pair of glasses?" My mom asks using her glittery fluttery voice. "Um yes ma'am. They got broken today." He says. Blinking at my mom I wonder when dinner is coming. "Sweetheart, I, no we have something to tell you." My dad says. "Um ok?" I say. "WE ARE PREGNANT!" My mom squeals happily. My jaw drops. "Mom your 44... is this a good idea?" I ask. "Also if it's a boy... I will have to eventually fight it for the rights to the business. Those usually end in death." I quietly say. "Well honey that's why we decided that you guys need to get pregnant too. Three girls. Each with a 50/50 shot at a male heir if you have an male heir, it won't matter what gender ours is." my dad says. Just then maids flood in with dinner. Garlic knots and spaghetti. I eat quietly. Romeo and Claudette seem to be discussing something with my mom. I sit with a smile and add in a comment once in a while. I cant believe my parents would do this to me. I'm not even 18 yet. They know another pregnancy can lead to me losing control of the business. I've sacrificed everything for this since my older brother can't. I fucking married not one but four other people to make the business stronger. I didn't get to marry for love like my parents. I married for business. Although my mom adapted quickly, she was just a normal girl. Not mafia related at all. Hurt floods my brain. This is like a betrayal. Dinner ends and we walk back to my room. I get to my room first I plop into the bed and burry my face into a pillow and cry. Anger, and hurt all seeping out through my eyes. I've given my life for this. I've given everything. Isabella walks in about 5 minutes after I started crying. The others are still talking with my parents. "You ok?" She asks sitting nearby. "No" I say. She pulls my ponytail out and strokes my hair and back while I cry angrily. "Well your dad is right. We have three girls. Each of us have a 50/50 shot at a male. Let's secure spot as heir to the Rizzo business." She says as she calms down. I turn to look at her. Red face with tears dripping down my angry cheeks. She hands me a tissue. O blow my nose and she gives me a hug. "Ok shhh stop crying. It's going to be ok. We will figure this out." She says. I nod. Harry walks in. "Woah what's happening." He says in his usual sarcastic tone. "Harry fucking leave." Isabella says while patting my back. The tears even though I'm trying to stop them won't stop. I notice he has a new pair of glasses on so I can't even hide in his lack of vision. "What no. I'm not leaving." He says as he sits nearby at the edge of the bed. "Wanna talk about it." He says awkwardly. "No." I growl. "Hey fine. That's ok with me. Let me know if I can get you anything." He says putting his hands up. Romeo walks in and his eyes widen when he sees me. "Aw hell no im not dumb. Harry come with me. Angry, crying teenage girls are very scary. Trust me I have three little sisters." He says walking back out. I hear Harry follow him out. About 5 minutes later chips and candy were delivered by a maid. "Sir Romeo Said to also get anything else you want. Just let us know maam." The maid says as chips candy and soda is placed on the bed next to me. Claudette, the last to arrive walks in. "Aw honey, what's wrong? She says sitting nearby. "My fucking parents." I say sniffing. She nods and unwraps a candy bar and makes me take a bite. All three of sit there  in a sopping wet triangle angrily talking crap about my parents getting pregnant. -toooo the boys! Romeo's pov- "Aw hell no im not dumb. Harry come with me. Angry, crying teenage girls are very scary. Trust me I have three little sisters." I say as I walk back out of the room. The red splotchy face and angry scowl let me know I'm facing an S class monster. (S class is like special/super class. It's stronger than A class)  Harry follows out. "What's so scary about a crying girl?" He says giving me a look. "Bro everything.  They're so mean! Unless you want to be screamed at for everything and possibly attacked it's better to leave." I say. A maid walks by. "Um hey can you deliver candy chips and soda to Lucy? Also make sure she has anything she wants." I say. The maid nods and walks off. I pull my phone out. "Want to see the video I have of my sister Charlotte?" I ask. She's only a year younger than me and the oldest but I will never forget her first period. He nods and I scroll to find the video. "GET THE FUCK OUT IM GOING TO KILL YOU. UGLY ASSHOLE WITH NO BITCHES OR FRIENDS DESTINED TO DIE ALONE." Charlotte screams. -whiz- *a knife flies by* "Was that a damn knife?" My voice sounds. "FUCK. NOTHING IS GOING MY WAY. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GET YOUR BALLS. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT." She shouts while crying. "You were trying to remove my balls?!" My voice only starting change cracks on the last word. "DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT MOM TOLD ME TO STICK UP THERE. A TAMPON. DO YOU SEE HOW BIG IT IS. DO YOU?" My sister screams while holding a tampon. The next moment she's crying into a teddy bear. From screaming to crying. The video ends as I smartly choose to leave. "Bro what the fuck." Harry says "just think I had to go through this for like 8 years three times every month." I say shivering. My sisters are so scary. "You're aware you will still have to go through that. You have three wives now." Harry says. My face falls. "We better knock them up quick then." I say We back towards the room. When we get there I put my ear to the door. I don't hear any dangerous sounds. I open the door as quietly as possible to find the three of them knocked out all with splotchy red faces. "Were they all crying?" Harry asks. "The thing with girls is when one starts crying it's contagious. Then they cry themselves out and fall asleep." I say nervously making my way towards the bed. I pick up the candy and chip wrappers and pick up the soda cans. Harry walks into Lucy's closet and picks three pajamas out. They're all around the same size. I check what Harry picked. Good loose, oversized shirts that will fall to their knees. I carefully undress a Claudette. I take her bra off and her pants off once she's left in just her underwear I slip the shit on. Then I pick her up and put her under the blanket. I do the same with the other two girls. "Let's set up camp on the couch." I say. "Score it's a pullout couch." I say when I removed the cushions. I set it up and we get into bed. Just in our boxers. I pull the blanket on and shut my eyes. "Is the rest of our life going to be like this?" Harry asks. "Yes. Duh. Girls are very hormonal and can be scary when they're in a mood." I say quietly. I note in my head that I avoided what could possibly have been the end of my life. "Maybe if we are lucky they'll sync up and we can deal with all three periods at once." I say nervously.