The Gay Mafia Leader's Twins

Chapter(5) Rules

Recap: Oliver's POV:

I watch the streets, houses and people flash before my eyes as we drive. Then the car slows before stopping in front of this huge mansion. Jay and I look at each other and her mouth drops (hypothetically) to the car floor.

Currently: Oliver's POV:

We all pile out of the car and the first words out of my mouth are, "holy sh-smokers!" I get Jay and mine's bags from the trunk of the car before Gerardo has the chance to. Then we head into the mansion that's so big it puts the Kardashians home to shame. Gerardo opens the front door for us and Davie goes in first. He leads us into the living room, and we all sit down. Jay and I on one couch and the opposite of us is Davie and Gerardo.

"First off rules, cussing is okay at certain times, know when to use it, no drugs or alcohol, when I say I'm working don't bother me unless your dying, it'll keep you all safer, school is always the top priority, you can tell us anything, and we most likely won't get mad because we don't like to, the curfew is ten during weekdays and midnight on weekends as long as we know where you are. Punishments are, we take your phone, no friends over, and grounding. Any questions?" Gerardo asks us.

"Can I stay at my normal school?" Jay asks them, Gerardo looks at Davie for confirmation and when Davie nods Gerardo turns back to her and nods. She jumps up and hugs both people before sitting back down. Then I see her anxiety start to kick in as she twiddles her thumbs in distress.

"I have nightmares sometimes, whenever I have a bad day, and they're normally followed by panic attacks. They don't happen often, it's a rare thing." She says to them. Her eyes don't meet anyone else's eyes. She dodges all the eyes gazes that are on her, so to avoid to much awkward silence Davie starts to talk again.

"Okay that's alright, and remember, we're here for you both 24/7 even if its nighttime, also, our bed is always open for anyone who needs it. But if you don't mind me asking, what happened at your house that made you run away?" Davie asks us, suddenly I'm avoiding their gazes as well and only looking at Jay.

We have a silent conversation with each other, and we both decide to ignore his question and divert their attention to anything else in the room. "Hey, where are our rooms?" I ask for Jay because she's still avoiding their gazes. I grab our bags and stand up, Jay gets up at the same time as me and I take her hand for a second and rub circles on it to make her feel better, like what I used to do when we were younger.

"Right! This way, we had them done up today and last night, which are some of the perks of having a husband as a mafia leader." Davie says before leading us up the stairs and to all the rooms but saving ours for last. He shows us his and Gerardo's room, the music room, the bathroom and then finally our rooms. My room beautiful and I couldn't have done better myself.

I drop my bag on the bed and then we go see Jay's room, she's bouncing off the walls in excitement to see her room after seeing how beautiful mine is. So, we cross the hall and Gerardo opens the door to Jay's room while Davie covers her eyes with his hands. When they open the door for her, remove their hands she squeals in excitement before biffing her bag across the room and jumping on the bed.

Then she starts to dance on the bed, to a rhythm that only she can hear. I start to laugh at her childishness, I swear her spirt is still a three-year-old's. Then she notices that I'm laughing and sticks her tongue out at me, not stopping her jumping. "You used to do this all the time with me! Except you never stopped bouncing so momma put you in ballet classes!" She says to me laughing, remembering the child version of me.

I never stopped bouncing as a kid, so full of energy and life that not moving was never an option. I always had on this purple tutu. I refused to wear the pink one because, despite my want to be a ballerina when I grew up, I was a tomboy that hated pink and when my mother tried to put the pink tutu on me I'd run around the house screaming in just my tights. I laugh at the memory and in sync Jay and I say, "no pink momma! I am no Barbie!" We both laugh at that.