The Mafia Triplets

Chapter Three || I'm a Screwup

Mason's POV

Fuck my life.

Fuck this trip.

And fuck these guards.

Yeah, sorry. That's all I have to say.

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Timothy's POV

Can one die of boredom?

Sometimes I truly think that the answer is yes.

Like, take right now, for example.

We are finally on the last leg of our eighteen-hour trip from where we lived in Montana to Alexander's home in Northern California.

I'm tired of it all.

I'm tired of traveling. I'm tired of Alice bickering with the guards, who for some unknown reason are still asking her if she wants one of them to drive. And I am tired of having to interact with other people.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not an introvert like Ali, who is normally too shy to interact with new people. Although, it has been rather funny to see her passive-aggressive tendencies shone through the last couple of days.

I, on the other hand, am an extrovert like Mason. However, I simply don't like interacting with people apart from my twins, along with close family and friends.

Unfortunately, as this thought runs through my head, I quickly realize that the few people whom I enjoy interacting with have now been halved. And even though I know that we will be meeting Alexander's family in just a few short hours, I still find myself not caring in the slightest.

I have no problem interacting with new people. When I want to, that is.

Even after learning about the large family we unknowingly had about a week ago, I still can't find an ounce in my being to care that we have more relatives.

I can't find the will to care that I have another eight brothers.

And I certainly can't muster up any excitement for the impending reunion.

Well, I guess, in actuality, it isn't a reunion since we don't remember a thing about our biological father or our four bio-brothers. We also haven't met our stepmother or her sons, but they at least get somewhat of a free pass since they weren't even in the picture when our mother and Alexander divorced shortly after we were born.

My only reassuring thought at the moment is that I know that I can rely on my twin brother and sister for comfort and companionship throughout this new nightmare since we typically prefer each other's company compared to others.

I also calm myself with the thought that they will always be there for me, even when I annoy the piss out of them.

I feel my gaze lazily shift to the newest guard who has swapped into our car. For a moment, I study the man, who is currently leaning slightly away from Duke, Alice's Rottweiler. Although, I'm not entirely sure that the guard realizes that he is doing so.

As I watch the man, his gaze, like the last several guards, will shift to watch out the mirror and through the windows to check our changing surroundings before shifting his gaze to Duke. He'll then watch my twins and me to make sure that nothing happened to us within the last thirty seconds before looking back at Duke and then the surrounding forest once more.

Although the cycle breaks each time, Duke releases a low growl.

I think that it's safe to say that none of the guards are comfortable in the presence of Duke. Then again, as each new guard changes their rotation, they are growled at, on and off for at least the first hour of them being in the car.