The Styles Triplets

Chapter 26

*Authors Note*

This will be quick. If you are a re-reader, and notice some changes (especially in the last chapter) or not and read this with two chapters that have to same name, this author's note is to explain.
I've been thinking about this book (which I wrote practically three years ago) and realised it was a really cringy storyline, so I've decided to change and edit all the chapters to fit a new and improved storyline. Please don't hate. Just appreciate. Also, read both of the chapters with the same name bc one, I'm lazy and will take a while to get around to it, and both of them are important.
So, back to the story!

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When I walk into the living room,there are four police officers sitting on the couches with two frightened boys sitting in front of them. For gang member, Harry and Marcel sure are chickens.

I look straight at Harry, who happened to be looking at me, "What the hell did you do?"

"I didn't do anything! I swear!" he replies raising his hands in the surrender position. "They are looking for you."

"Ms. Jensen, could you please take a seat," one of the officers tells me.

"What seems to be the problem officer?" I ask the one that told me to sit, taking a seat next to Marcel.

I noticed that the one towards my left has a moustache, then next to him is the one who addressed me first, he has one blue eye, one brown eye. The one sitting next to him has no hair, and to the last one is...well, fat.

"This is about your father, Miss," Officer Moustache replies to my question.

"Which father? My biological or the murder?" I ask with no emotion.

They all look uncomfortable. Not sure if it's because they think I'm a cold hearted bitch, or angry as fuck.

They all take a moment to look at each other, and someone comes behind me and start to massage my shoulders. Probably in attempt to calm me down, but it doesn't work. Maybe a little bit...okay a lot. I look up and see Edward looking down at me with a soft smile.

"Ms Jensen, it is about both of them, actually" Officer Fatty replies to my question.

"What about them?" I ask leaning back into Edwards massaging hands.

"Do you know who your biological father is?" Officer Baldy asks.

I shook my head to answer no.

"His name is Peter Woodman. I'm sorry to say Miss, but he committed suicide last night. Since you're the last blood relative of his, we came to tell you that," Office Blue-brown eyes says.

I slowly turn to look at Marcel, having a sudden suspicion that he had something to do with it. He quickly notices me looking and looks at me with a look that said my suspicion was correct.

"So what does that mean? I have no relatives anymore?" I say, turning to look at the officers, to see if they noticed the interaction between Marcel and I. Fatty, was staring at the donuts, baldy was looking at a note pad, moustache was looking at a piece of art on the wall, and blue-green eyes smirked at us. The boys noticed, but none of them seemed worry, so I shook it off.

"Sort of..." Officer Blue-green eyes replies.

"Okay..." I say taking a deep breath. "What about the murder?" I ask them.

"Now this is probably going to sound like great news to you," Officer Fatty smiles at me, finally looking up from his fifth donut, not just any smile...but a perverted smile.

I wasn't the only one who noticed this disgusting pervert, Edward did. I could tell by the way he griped my shoulders for second or two then releasing.

"What is this so called 'great news'?" I ask not looking at fatty.

"Dylan has been locked in a cell these past 24 hours," Officer Moustache replies. "Well he has to go to court first before we can actually put him to life imprisonment."

"There is a 'but' coming isn't there?" I ask looking at them all.

They all nod before Officer Blue-brown eyes speaks again, "You have to be present in court as a witness along with your friends," He says looking at Edward, Marcel and Harry.

"So if we show up, show evidence, he is in jail until he dies?" I ask them, hopefully.

"It depends on the judge's choice. The minimum in 20 years, the maximum is until they die," He replies.

"So if the judge chooses 20 years, when I'm 38 years old, he will be out and could possibly come and find my children and I?!" I yell standing up.

That is not fair! He killed my mom in front of me! 20 years is a fucking blessing and he doesn't fucking deserve that! Knowing that dick he will fucking come after my family and I! I can't let that fucking happen!

"Miss, please sit down, just for a few more minutes," Officer baldy asks, but I ignore him and start pacing right in front of them coming up with ways he could attack my family. FUCK!

"BAYLEE!" Marcel yells.

"WHAT?!" I yell back at him.

"Just sit down!" He says and Edward pushes me to sit in front of him. Marcel has never raised his voice and flipping hell he is scary. Goddamn hitman.

"Good. Now Miss, the day you must come to the court, which is next to the police station, is exactly a week from today," Office Fatty says to me.

"And we go with her?" Edward asks trying to get fatty's attention off of me. But it doesn't work because he keeps looking at me, like I'm a donut, and then nods his head.

"Okay, thank you for telling us," I say to the other three.

They all nod a 'you're welcome' nod and stand up. We show them to the door, and one by one, we shake hands with, out of respect, but fatty thought it would be a good idea to linger his hand in mine and wink when he walks out.

"Thank you for listening to us. We shall see you all in a week," Office Blue-brown eyes says, being the last one out, taking his time. He nods to Edward, and turns to me, "Nice to finally meet you," he says, shaking my hand, and then walking out the door.

"Who was that?" I ask, after I close the door.

"Oh that's David. He's apart of the gang," Edward explains. "He's the main reason why half the shit we do, we get away with."

"Oh. Okay. And Marcel," I sat turning to look at him, "why did you kill my biological father?"

"Orders," Marcel simply replies.

I nod my head to reply. "That fat one gives me the creeps," I say, changing the subject.

"He ate all those donuts," Harry says laughing slightly, as we all looked at the platter that once had twelve donuts on it.

"Disgusting," Marcel replies.

"Did you see the way he was looking at Baylee?" Edward asks the others.

They shook their heads to say no.

"He kept giving me the eye, and winking," I explain.

"Disgusting," Marcel repeats.

"But we have to see him next week," Edward says.

"Fun..." I say walking to the kitchen. "Do you boys want anything?" I yell out to them.

"No thanks. We better get going," Harry says.

Edward and I say goodbye to Harry and Marcel, and I go to order some well needed pizza.