The Mafia Triplets

Chapter Four || Forgetting How to Use Manners

Alice's POV

"Are we there yet?" Timothy whines from the back seat.

"I'm not answering this again, Tim," Mason snaps, glaring back at our twin.

"We're almost there, Timmy," I mumble, trying to compose myself before I begin banging my head against the steering wheel.

Resisting the urge to throttle my brother, I instead groan as he repeats his question once again.

I think it's safe to say that some of my brother's aggressive tendencies are slightly rubbing off on me.

I mean, it really wasn't that bad of a thought. Although, I did imagine running him over with my truck half an hour ago because he wouldn't stop kicking my seat.

In the end, I would never truly want to cause any of my siblings harm.

Well, at least not causing long-term or any lasting damage.

However, once I hear Timmy repeat his question for the twenty-fourth time, yes, I've been counting, I begin to imagine myself chasing him with my truck, forcing him to run until he is out of breath and unable to ask any more questions for at least the next hour.

The only thing that is slightly reassuring at this moment is that we are only fifteen minutes away from Alexander's home.

"Are we there yet?" Timmy asks, sending me a devilish smile from the back seat.

At this point, I don't bother answering my brother, instead, I change the song on my playlist that contains albums from Bring Me the Horizon, Layto, NF, Imagine Dragons, brakence, and more in hopes that one of the songs will pique his interest.

I know it's been said before that I tend to show some slightly passive-aggressive tendencies, but I still think that I can handle most situations better than my brothers, who are simply aggressive aggressive.

"I like this song," Timmy mumbles, bobbing his head to the beat of Turn the Music Up by NF.

"Mm," I hum, knowing full well that he likes that band's music, and that that is one of the main reasons that I put it on in the first place.

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As we pull up to the gate of the property, I honestly am feeling somewhat between relief and dread that we have finally arrived at Alexander's estate.

I'm dreading what's to come while I'm also concerned about meeting so many new people that I will have to live with without knowing a single thing about them or what they like.

Although, I'm just glad that I can finally get out of this enclosed space with Timmy, who knows full well that he has been annoying us with his pestering for the last hour.

After the guards finally let our small convoy through the large black wrought-iron gates, I'm shocked into silence as the property comes into view from down the long drive.

I mean, it really shouldn't be a shock to learn that Alexander owns a mansion after my twins and I spoke with him on the phone, and during one of the calls he so readily offered to spend tons of money on us with only the knowledge that we are his children.

Apparently being his blood children was enough of an incentive for him to try to buy us off. Well, that's how we felt about some of his offerings when he first offered to fly us to his home, then renting our U-Haul since we refused to fly on his private jet. And still, nothing seemed to faze the man after we voiced our concern about our horses. However, it was definitely a shock for us when he flat-out offered to have a large barn built on his estate instead of simply offering to help look for or pay a boarding fee at a local stable.