The Mafia & the Diplomat

Chapter VI - Sibling Advice

Laurence

"You fucking went to her house?"

I wince at Valentina's near screech as she berates me.

"I had made reservations. An apology dinner. I was trying to be nice."

"You were being a god damned creep. No wonder the girl fled. If I wasn't busy putting a bullet through that thick skull of yours, I'd do the same."

"Well thankfully I will never take you on a date."

Valentina cocks an eyebrow, her haughty expression very similar to our mother's.

"And why not?"

"Because you're my sister. Older sister. You're supposed to treat us."

Our younger brother Roman snickers and she's glaring at him now.

"Honestly you're both idiots but I was hoping you had more brain cells and would back me up in this!" She jabs a long red nail at him. Roman shrugs.

"But I am on your side. He's an idiot and an asshole."

"Neither of you are helping." I groan.

"And why should we? You are screwing things up perfectly well on your own."

"But I don't want to screw things up!"

"Well, then don't ghost a girl and then show up at her door for dinner 2 years later."

"When you say it like that, it does sound stupid."

"It's stupid no matter how I say it. And why are you bothering with her anyway? I thought the reason you cut ties was because she's on the side with the 'angels'?" Valentina asks, air quoting 'angels'.

While there are many who would disagree, there are no angels on either side. Nor is one all good or all bad. It's one giant corrupt mess. There are days in your favour, and days that aren't. But whenever the sides collide, it's war and devastating. Why couldn't she just be a wedding photographer?

"I did! I didn't want to drag her into this mess?"

"Assuming of course, she actually wanted more of you?" Roman quips and now it's my turn to glare at him.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Just that you apparently had some mind altering sex and wanted more. And assume because she called you an asshole that she wanted more too."

Valentina makes a gagging sound.

"I don't even want to hear it." She groans, "but Roman, any girl would have wanted more."

"Fucking gross man!" He responds.

"Oh come on. He's tall, rich, somewhat charming to others and not that ugly..."

I snort and there's a second of silence before we all delve into giggles like when we were young children. People can say a whole lot of shit about us, but no one can call anyone one of us ugly. It's the one thing we feel we can brag about. As superficial as it is.

Valentina is the oldest of our trio by one year. She reminds us any chance she's got, that she is also the smartest and wisest. She's probably the best looking. Women tend to be more admired for their looks, and she has them in spades. To both to ours and our late father's pride and detriment. I have literally seen grown men weep when she smiled at them. Pathetic.

Roman is two years my junior and still the so-called baby of the family. A mother's boy in both actions and looks. While he can be a pain in the ass most of the time, he's also my most loyal partner and friend. He has a great head on his shoulders if only he wanted to use his brain more. He could be the most dangerous out of all of us. But now he's just being my little brother and enjoying taking the piss at me.