Fucking The Mafia ♥️Complete♥️

Chapter 11

~Devil~

"Hey, you guys seen that latest pic Dallas posted?" Angel was asking as I try my best to ignore him.

He hasn't had to work for a few days now and that meant that over the course of time, he had become an unbearable mess that talked slightly too much about what ever had happened to cross his mind at the time. It was moments like these that made me forget that he was my "older" brother even though we were triplets. Fallen smiled as he continued to scroll through his phone, completely ignoring a cow onesie wearing Angel as he displayed the picture to me.

"Yes I've seen it." I don't take my eyes from the books I'm balancing as I answered him.

I mean yes I've seen the picture, several times now. We all have though, if I'm being honest.

A few weeks had passed since the little taunt she posted and the only other pictures that she uploaded were one of her new club on its opening night, and the one he was currently showing me which was a picture she posted a few days ago looking sexy as hell with the caption: 

'Making a guest appearance at the club soon, look out.'

It made me want to drop everything I was doing just to survey so I could figure out when this day was but work had got in the way from me as we managed the blow we took after the "Lobo" incident.

...

I huffed as I finish up the books quite a bit later.

"Well?" Fallen asked and I ran a hand through my hair.

"We need to make a few runs." I replied causing Angel's mood to shift as he removed the hood to his onesie.

"We're in the red?" his tone was sharp as he morphed back into the sarcastic  asshole  that most people knew him to be.

"Yeah." I kept my reply short because that was all he was willing to hear as he stood from his sprawled position on the couch and proceed it up to his room, probably to go change.

"What is it?" Fallen asked.

He needed the details and as I sat down telling him the issues; they weren't really that major but still needed our attention, Angel came back down the steps and went straight for the door.

"Hold it." Fallen's voice was much like our fathers at this point and Angel stopped and turned with a scowl and a sharp glare.

"What?"

"Not yet." They looked at each other for the longest while before he headed back for the stairs.

A few moments later Angel came jogging back down the stairs in different clothes.

"I'm going to the gym." He announced before promptly shutting the door behind him.

"He's going to be all right." I said out loud, though we both already knew he  would.

The contrast between his work mode and relaxed mode was enough to give a person whiplash, and that wasn't including the the emotions he was feeling considering the fact that our business was currently being fucked with, and that a certain blonde was being completely frustrating.

I gathered the books and went to put them away as Fallen headed for the kitchen. He won't admit it, but it's obvious to me that he's going to start stress cooking. He was in the middle of a deal with some Irishman down south and this mishap with the arms was adding stress that none of us needed right now.

"Dev." My father's voice shocked me and I turned and followed the sound of his call to the office.

"Yes?" I questioned.