Retributed

Chapter 39

Retributed: Chapter 39

~A Few Days Later~
~Varo P.O.V.~

Bruh, fuck Arlie. Fuck every last cell and fiber of his existence.  

I have no clue what the fuck he has planned and I'm goin' stir crazy because I don't wanna leave my house. My poor Hummer is involved and over my dead body is he gonna even as much as get close enough to breathe on her. I'm about to go to extreme lengths just to make sure she's safe, this is when I wish the twins and I didn't turn the garage into basically a bomb proof shelter for testing, at least if I had the garage she could have been sheltered there. 

"Are you still up there, Varo?" Sweets called out to me from our room. "Get off the damn roof with that rifle, neighbors are goin' to call the cops again!" She continued to call out to me. I grabbed the gun and plopped back down to our window, plopping myself back into our room, she stood there at the door as she shook her head. "What the hell are you and Arlie doin' now?" 

"He's plotting, Sweets. I don't know what it is and I can't figure out what it is. Twins have been eyeing the fuck out of him but all he does is lay around like a beached whale in his house- He's plotting! You don't believe me!" Bruh! 

"All because he asked how your Hummer was?" I nodded. "Honey, I love you a lot but I think you're going insane because you haven't been at the trap, you haven't had bodies for experiments and you haven't been causing havoc in the streets. You need to get out of the house." She said as she walked up to me, placing both hands on either side of my face. "I'll go out with you and we can even meet up with Tilly Beans and Arlie. That way you'll know he's not trying to do something but first, we need to have a family meeting. So get downstairs, the kids are already in the living room." 

"Meeting? For what?-"

"Go downstairs and you'll find out." I don't like where this is going, why is this going this way? We never have family meetings- when was this something we did? Look what Arlie has done, he's completely flipped the dynamics of this household- what is even happening? 

The twins were on the couch and of course I sat right with 'em. Natalia and Junior were in the armchairs and Sweets was standing between the two kids who were sitting in the arm chair. I must say, I really like when she wears my white wife beaters, her tattoos always stand out much like that cleavage that I am having a hard time keeping my eyes off of. They're just there and I'm over here but I'd rather be laid up right between them- but oh wait, I can't because I need to be my own twenty four hour surveillance for my Hummer. Yet again, another aspect of my life has been ruined because of Arlina. 

"Eyes are up here, Varito." She said, a little chuckle escaping between her words. "Anyways, I wanted all of us to talk because I already know how this is going to turn out." Ah shit, what did I do now? "Varo, I know how much you love Dante and Darius, I love them a lot too but I think it's time for them to move out-"

"What?! Why?!" The three of us said in unison as we shared confused looks among each other. "Sweet Cheeks, why are you kicking them out?" I asked- bruh, you can't just separate my boys from me. 

"I'm not kicking them out but they should be out on their own. You boys aren't a bother but I don't want you two feeling like you can't be in your own place because your Dad won't let you leave. Varo they're in their late twenties, they should enjoy some space for themselves." She said and she might as well have ripped my heart out and bit a chunk out of it. 

"We're a unit. I don't want them leavin." I said. What is really going on in this household? "What did Chewy say to you this time? I wring his neck out make a balloon animal out of him."