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Luciana Romero was not a nice girl, let that be known. She had been raised to be a blazing inferno, not a flittering flame.
The Romero Family had been renowned back in the 1960's, all the way through to the early 90's. You see, they weren't just your typical family, no, for Luciana's Abuelo was a member of Pablo Escobar's close circle and worked for the man for many years before passing down the 'business' to his son, Luciana's father.
Long story short, the Romero's famously helped transport cocaine through the South American borders.
Of course, that all came crashing down in December 93' when the don himself was found and shot dead. It wasn't until 1997, a year after she was born, when the police finally caught her own father after raiding one of their safe houses. Her mother, Mariana, decided she needed to do what was best in order to protect her children and made a deal with the feds, agreeing to give up names of several accomplices in order for a new life in America. They accepted the terms, and the remaining Romero's where given safe passage to the States and set up shop in the last place anyone would ever look for them. The Southside of Riverdale.
Mariana struggled to say the least. The woman had gone from living a lavish lifestyle to mopping floors in a school and serving drinks in a strip club in order to provide for her children, it was probably what lead her to an early grave. That, and the fact that they couldn't afford the chemotherapy for her cancer. She passed from this world when Luciana was seventeen, that was 5 years ago.
Which brings us to now, and to the Romero Household which was eerily quiet, though that was normal for a weekday morning. The three sibling's didn't normally rise from the darkness of their rooms until well after 3 in the afternoon due to their nighttime activities, and today was no different. Well, until a large clatter was heard from downstairs.
Lucas sprang from his bed, the knife he had been clutching in his sleep still in his grip as he flew down the stairs with Lazaro hot on his tail.
"The fuck was that?!" The younger brother shouted in a whisper as Lucas took a moment to turn around and glare. All it took was one look to shut him up as the two advanced towards the kitchen with quick and quiet steps.
Lucas stopped before the door, Lazaro on the other side of the frame as they both remained silent, listening through the wood. They heard another smash, followed by a cupboard door banging and a draw slamming shut. Confusion was written on both of the males faces, mixed in with some concern. They had dealt with intruders before, after all they did live on the Southside. They had thrown out and beaten attempted burglars on the reg, at least once if not twice a year - though that was normally in the middle of the night, not after 9AM on a Wednesday morning. The sound of movement meant that someone was in their kitchen and the brothers knew they had to act fast. With a nod of understanding, Lucas lifted each finger counting to three before flinging the door open and flying through with his knife held high in the air.
"Jesus fucking Christ!"
There stood Luciana, still in last nights clothing, trying to cook an oven pizza. In her arms she held up a baking trey, a shield if you will, defending herself from her brothers weapon. Her hair was disheveled, and her makeup was smeared and she stunk of alcohol.
"Fucking hell girl, what the fuck are you doing!" Lucas demanded, throwing the blade to the floor angrily, followed by the baking test which he snatched from her hands.
"Me? What the hell are you doing coming at me with a fucking knife! I'm just trying to make some food, man!"
"At 9:15 in the morning, Luce?" Laz quizzed, scrunching his face up.
"Yeah? So? I just got in and I was fucking hungry." The blonde shrugged, reaching up the tie the rest of her hair into a sloppy bun.
"The fuck you talking about you just got in?" Lucas' voice had suddenly turned cold, not that he wasn't a stern man already. He was the oldest of the three, and therefore had taken on the responsibility of looking after the remaining family which he had left and Lazaro followed closely in his footsteps. However, their little sister was another concept entirely. "You're not telling me you've been out all fucking night by yourself and you've just got in now."
"Oh please," she laughed picking up the pizza tray. "I wasn't by myself, I have plenty of friends who can look after me. Besides I'm 22, you're not the fucking boss of me."
"Nah, but you're forgetting that I pay the bills and fund your little party lifestyle." Lucas fumed, walking up to her with no regard for personal space. Not that she seemed to care, too consumed with trying to get the frozen pizza out of its plastic wrapping. "Now, you better tell me you weren't with those greasy haired fucks before I storm over to Sunnyside Trailer Park and pull their teeth from their mouths and feed them to Raz." Raz, being their Rottweiler that Lazaro had brought home one night. The thing was wild, barked at anything, strong and vicious but did enjoy a cuddle every now and again. 'A little bit like Lucas,' the younger two had joked one day.
She simply giggled to herself, before turning to face him, cocky as ever. "Hiss, hiss, motherfucker."
Lucas slammed his fist down on the counter. "How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from those snakes! Do you know how much danger you could be in if they find out who you are?!"
"They're my fri-"
"Because they don't know you're a Ghoulies sister, that's why they're your fucking friends!" He cut her off, and she could of sworn she saw steam come from his ears. Her brother had anger issues, to say the very least, but Luce couldn't help but provoke the beast every now and again. She found it way too amusing.
"Luciana, I don't think you understand the shit you'd be in if they found out. Not to mention, the shit we would get for letting you hang around with them." Ah, Lazaro. The more calming one of the three. He was a bit lacks at times, at least that's what their mother used to say. However, he always found the right thing to say, no matter what the situation. That being said, he could still hold his own in a fight, just not as much as Lucas.
"Oh yeah, you're little gang members would go nuts, right? You Ghostie's running around, scaring all the local folk." She began laughing to herself, oblivious of the look that the two brothers shared whilst she pressed the timer buttons on the oven.
"You know what, Luciana? I think it's time you met the rest of our crew." Lucas said catching the girls attention. "I'm not having this shit no more. No sister of mine is gonna be seen running around with the Southside Serpents, not whilst you live under my roof, girl. So tonight you'll come with us, if not you can get the fuck out."
Lucas knew that she wouldn't leave. She would never leave them, because even though she acted the fool all they had was each other. Nobody else gave a shit if they lived or died. They where a pack, and the lone wolf dies without the pack.
She scoffed and stamped her foot on the floor before rolling her eyes. Yeah, 22 years old and still acted like a brat. "Fine, if it gets you off my fucking back I'll come meet your weirdo friends."
Lucas stood back, pleased with her answer. Albeit, he did not want to introduce his sister to such a lifestyle, but he figured if it would either be the Ghoulies or their rivals she joined, and he would much rather have her by his side so he could watch over her. After all, she was a wildcard. "Good," he said. "Be ready for 10."
