The Mafia (EDITING)

Extra: Mafia

~ One Week Later ~

"Lets go everyone. We've got a meet to get to." Chris shouted from downstairs. I slid my fedora on before walking downstairs, Dylan kissing my temple lightly.

"You sure you don't wanna come along Bree?" Lily asked.

"No it's fine. I'll take care of the kids." She smiled as she continued to watch a movie with the kids.

We nodded before walking out the door. Chris pulled up with his jeep, Miles pulling up with his as well. Tori, Felicity, and Nathan followed Chris and hopped in. Ethan, Ivy, and Lin hopped in with Miles, Lily and Ryan following Dylan and I into Dylan's jeep. I took the passenger's seat as Dylan took the driver's, Ryan behind Dylan while Lily sat behind me. We took off towards the meet, Fools by Dylan (in reality its by Troye Sivan but let's just say Shawn Mendes wrote it and sang it the way it sounds, all credit to Troye for the song though) started to play as we drove, the fresh night breeze ran through my hair as the music blasted from all three cars. Lily had her hands up as she sang along, Ryan smiling at her as he sang quietly. Dylan grabbed my hand softly as he sang the song too.

"Only fools fall for you, only fools." He sang, everyone screaming out the lyrics. My phone vibrated before I answered the call.

"I can hear your raspy ass voice from here Roni." Miles chuckled.

"ONLY FOOLS FALL FOR YOU, ONLY FOOLS!" Dylan, Ryan, Lily and I screamed into the phone, Ethan, Ivy, and Lin screamed back at us as Miles groaned.

"Y'all are so fucking loud." He snapped before hanging up. I chuckled as we continued to sing, Gangsta by Khelani playing in all three jeeps loudly.

"I need a gangsta, to love me better, than all the others do. To always forgive me, ride or die with me. That's just what gansters do." We all sang. I looked at Dylan as I sang, a smirk playing on his lips.

"That's why you've got me." He stated as Khelani started rapping. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle before unbuckling myself, standing on the seat as I threw my hands up in the air.

"I NEED A GANGSTA, TO LOVE ME BETTER, THAN ALL THE OTHERS DO. TO ALWAYS FORGIVE ME, RIDE OR DIE WITH ME. THAT'S JUST WHAT GANGSTAS DO!" I screamed out. I let the wind take me as all the girls stood up, Lily grabbing my hand lightly with a smile.

"YOU GOT ME HOOKED UP ON THE FEELING! YOU GOT ME HANGING FROM THE CEILING! GOT ME UP SO HIGH IM BARELY BREATHING SO DON'T LET ME, DON'T LET ME, DONT LET ME GO! I NEED A GANGSTA, TO LOVE ME BETTER, THAN ALL THE OTHERS DO! TO ALWAYS FORGIVE ME, RIDE OR DIE WITH ME! THAT'S JUST WHAT GANSTERS DO!" Lily and I screamed out to the others.

I danced towards Dylan as he smirked and continued to drive. We finally settled down and sat on our seats again, the volume low as we arrived at the meet. Dylan drove us through the gates, parking next to Miles jeep before we all jumped out. Miles wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we walked to the building, Chris and I leading the way as Miles and Dylan looked around. Dylan walked into the building first, Giovanni sitting on a chair in front of three other men. Chris sat next to Giovanni after shaking the three other men's hands. Dylan and Miles stood behind him, Ivy and Ethan covering the front of the building, Nathan and Lily the back, Lin and Ryan the right side and Felicity and Tori the left. I sat in between Giovanni and Chris, making sure my hat is lowered enough to not show above my lips. Dylan and Miles started smoking, Giovanni and Chris smoking cigars as Miles smoked a hookah, Dylan smoking a cigarette.

"Shall we begin?" Chris asked.

"Rang women kaishi?" Miles translated in Chinese.

"Nachnem?" Dylan translated in Russian.

"Comecaremos?" I translated in Portuguese.

"Ni weisheme zai zhelijiao women ma?" The Chinese man asked the Russian man.

"He said 'Why have you called us here?'" Miles stated. Being that they all understand English, all we have to do is translate for them.

"YA nazval vas vsekh segodnya, chtoby obsudit' Zapredel' ye." The Russian man spoke.

"I called all of you today to discuss Outland." Dylan translated. Outland is what we call the mortal realm.

"Outland esta morrendo. Precisamos chegar a um acordo com uma forma de ajudar os mortais sobreviver." The Brazilian spoke.

"Outland is dying. We need to come to terms with a way to help the mortals survive." I translated.

"I nam nuzhno vyyasnit', pochemu oni umirayut."

"And we need to find out why they're dying." Dylan stated.

"Are you blaming us for their deaths?" Chris and Gio asked simultaneously as Dylan translated for the Russian man.

"Nao, nao estou. Estou apresentando os fatos."

"No, I am not. I'm simply stating the facts." I assured them.

"Suoyi, ni you she me jianyi caiqu xingdong?"

"So what do you suggest take action?" Miles asked.

"Nam nuzhno poslat' komandu, chtoby izuchit' ikh."

"We need to send a team to examine them."

"Vou sacrificar uma equipe da minha propria."

"Wo hui xisheng yi dui wo ziji de."

"I will sacrifice a team of my own." Miles, Chris, Gio and I spoke simultaneously.

"Novaya komanda budet otpravlena kazhduyo nedelyu. YA poshlyu grafik v blizhaysheye vremya."

"A new team will be sent every week. I will send the schedule soon." Dylan translated.

"Reuniao e suspensa."

"Meeting adjourned." I stated. We waited for everyone to leave, the Chinese man coming forward.

"Thank you for translating." He spoke to Miles with a very thick accent. Miles smiled and bowed before the man left. We finally made our way out and hopped in the jeep, slowly making our way home.