The Revolver and the Rose

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"FUCKING HELL," MY DAD hisses, slamming the phone down. "Goddamnit." He curses again.

"What's wrong?" I ask nervously.

"Victor," is all he says before rubbing his temples furiously. It's all I need to establish it's nothing good.

"Blake! Shane! Dimitri! Sean!" my father barks hoarsely. Four of my older brothers topple down the stairs, quickly arriving into Dad's office.

"Yeah?" Sean asks.

"I need your help," Dad admits.

"With what?" Blake's eyes grow dark and furious.

"Dimitri, call in the gang. Sean, call the bodyguards. Shane, put the dogs outside. Blake, take your sister to her room and make sure she doesn't leave." Dad instructs, using his hands animatedly.

My brothers nod before attending to their duties.

"Why do I have to go to my room?" I whine.

"Business," he mutters.

"Let's go, Alyx." Blake grabs my arm and races up the stairs, dragging me along with him. I go as fast as my little legs can carry me. Blake pulls me into my room and throws me into a corner, my butt landing promptly on my chair. Blake shuts the door and locks it, checking the windows as well. He pulls down the blinds and closes the curtains, being sure that they're completely closed and not waving around.

"What's wrong?" I inquire.

"I don't know," Blake admits shakily.

"Why's Dad upset?" I ask.

"I don't know."

"How come - "

"I don't know anything, Alyx." Blake growls, pulling another chair over and straddling it backwards, his hands running through his black hair.

Around ten minutes later, the dogs outside begin to bark and yip frantically. A few sleek cars pull into our darkened driveway.

"Why is Dad having..." I stop short when a knock sounds at my door. "I'll get it," I announce to Blake.

"No." He growls, pushing me back.

I pout and glare at him as he pulls open the door cautiously. He peers into the hallway before opening the door entirely.

Dad appears in the doorway.

"You can come out now, kiddo." He smiles softly.

"What happened?" Blake asks.

"Somebody spotted some of Victor's employees prowling around. Supposedly they were looking for Alyx." Dad explains. "Were going down to the basement, get the others."

Blake and I nod as Dad leaves.

"I'll grab Alec and the triplets," I report.

"I'll get Sammy, Charles, Jacob, and Wayde." Blake calls out, jogging down the hall to the littles' hall.

Yes, if you added my siblings together, I have twelve brothers. I have eight older ones, who are a pain in my ass, and four younger ones, who aren't as big of pains in my ass. There are three sets of twins, including me and Alec. The oldest of all of us is Dimitri. Next are Shane and Sean, one of the other sets of twins. After them is Blake, then the triples, Ethan, Elliot, and Emmet. Then my twin, Alec, and me. Wayde is after me, then Jacob. The last set of twins is Sammy and Charles, where Charlie is older by approximately thirty-five seconds. My poor parents.