The Mafia's Butterfly (Rewriting)

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Josephina

I tried to ignore it as much as I could. I seriously cannot stop thinking about it and it bothers me that if Clara needs some comfort then I would like to provide that for her but if I don't ask and know what happened then I'm going to sit here and not stop thinking about. 

"Can I ask you a question?" I turn and face Clara on the couch and ask her. After icing the biscuits, we grabbed some other snacks and made our way into the living room to watch some movies together. 

I'm spending another few hours here and so we decided on something relaxing because I'll be on my feet for the rest of the day. Plus there is school homework that needs to be done as well but I'll do that when I get home. 

"Shoot." She answers. She takes the TV remote and pauses the current movie we're watching, The Notebook. It's such a classic and Clara and I both agreed that we weren't in the mood for something action filled or comedy filled, so we chose this movie. We're only a bit into the movie though. 

"Who died?" I ask bluntly. Her eyes widen and she yells out for her brothers to come down right now. 

I mentally slap myself because there could've been a better way to ask that but if I went the long way around then it just would've taken an extra long period of time and I would've burst from trying to take the nice route of asking. 

"I didn't mean to ask so bluntly." I tell her and she just nods and stares at the staircase, waiting for her brothers to walk down. 

The three of them jog down the stairs and get into a fighting position around the two of us. I hold my hands up and push myself into the couch because what the fuck are they doing!?

"Woah, woah, woah!" I say and watch as they look around the house and then sigh in annoyance and look at the two of us. While they're turning to look at us, I catch a glimpse of movement from Alexander. That glimpse of movement being him touching a motherfucking gun tucked into his pants. 

I stare wide eyed at Alexander and further push myself into the couch and into Clara. I can only assume my expression is one of absolute confusion and just generally scared.

"Don't yell if there isn't a problem!" Ezra shouts and runs a hand through his hair, relaxing a bit and facing us. Felix is standing behind the couch, Alexander is standing in front of us and Ezra was on the side of the couch closest to the front door. 

"I will yell if I want too!" Clara shouts back and then turns to Alexander. 

"Who the fuck died!?" She basically demands and stares at Alexander. 

He looks at her confused and then looks at Ezra and Felix and then back to her. "Who told her?" He asks and waits for either of the brothers to answer.

"Josey did." She answers for him and his gaze moves from Clara to me. I do my very best to avoid eye contact because I do not want to make any movements right now. The man has a bloody gun on his person and if I make the comment or move the wrong way then I will be a guaranteed dead body.

"I overheard you." I state and eye him, making sure his hand doesn't go towards his gun because if it does then I'm running out of here. 

"Who died?" Clara repeats herself and Alexander just looks at her and sighs. It looks like he doesn't want to tell her. 

"I'm not a baby anymore! Stop treating me like I'm not a part of this." She yells and throws the blanket off of her lap. She pushes Alexander out of the way and runs off, up the stairs and out of sight. 

I let out a breath after a few seconds because we were all in silence. My eyes dart back to Alexander as he moves to look at me again. He walks a bit closer and that's when the panic starts to set in. In the corner of my eyes, I also see Felix and Ezra walk closer to me as well.