StanleyVictor's plan seems pretty solid, so in the coming days, Victor and I work tirelessly to finalize our plan to take down William and Theodore. We gather some gang members from Victor's Mafia and set up surveillance around the pizza joints.Meanwhile, both Victor and I keep Madison in the dark about the dangerous mission I'm involved in. I continue to act as normally as possible.One evening, as Victor and I are reviewing our plans again, Frida enters the room. She has that look on her face. A look that tells me that she won't back down from being a part of this mission, no matter how dangerous it may be."Frida, I thought we agreed," I say, my voice filled with concern.Frida's eyes meet mine, her gaze unwavering. "I can't just sit around while you risk your life. We're in this together, remember?"I sigh, realizing how stubborn she is. "Stay back, Frida. We don't need you to become a liability," Victor says harshly.She turns to look at him, her eyes pleading with him. "Molly
FridaI am standing in front of Theodore. He is tied up to a chair, his face is beaten and battered but he still has a smug look on his face. “Do you remember Molly?” I ask him curtly.“I’ve had plenty of whores in my time. Which one is she?” Theodore says.I want to rip his balls out and then make him eat them.But I take a deep breath and try to keep my composure. "She was the one you killed. The one whose family you destroyed," I say through gritted teeth.Theodore just shrugs. "I don't remember her. And even if I did, what's it to you?"I feel my anger boiling over. I grab him by the collar and slam him against the wall. "What's it to me? She was my sister."Theodore's eyes widen in surprise. "Your sister? I had no idea."I let go of him and he slumps back into the chair. "You didn't care who you hurt, did you? You just did whatever you wanted, no matter the consequences."Theodore looks up at me with a smirk. "That's how the game is played, sweetheart. You win some, you lose som
FridaWe gather up all our courage and go to meet my parents. We are both scared of what they will say, but we know that if we want any chance at a future together, we have to be honest with them. As we make our way through the house, I feel my heart pounding in my chest. What if they don't understand or worse, what if they hate us for wanting to be together??Finally, we reach the living room where my parents are waiting for us. I take a deep breath as we enter the room. I can feel the tension in the air as my father looks us up and down before speaking his mind."So you two are together now," he says gruffly. "This is not something that I expected from either of you."I can feel Stanley tense beside me as he waits for their verdict. "I love her," he says determinedly.I brace myself for my father's response, but surprisingly, it is my mother who speaks first. "Love is love," she says softly. "But how do I know you are not going to hurt Frida, Stanley? We already lost Molly to you."
Stanley"So what is the big announcement you want to make?" Madison asks, tilting her head."There are things I haven't told you about. Things that I've done," I say."And things I've done with him," Frida adds.Madison shakes my head. "Guys, I already know you two have been sleeping with each other. It's not a secret.""Yes but that's not what I want to tell you," I say.Madison looks at me with surprise. "Then what?""It's about Molly," I say.Madison's face turns dark. "Victor told me about Molly.""But did he tell you that Molly is my sister?" Frida asks.Madison gasps as if a bomb has been dropped on her head. "What?"We both nod in confirmation. Madison looks between us with shock plain on her face, and then she turns to me. "Stanley, why have you kept this a secret from me?" She demands.I sigh heavily and struggle to find the words. "I wanted to protect you," I say finally."Protect me?" Madison asks.Frida steps forward and takes my hand in hers. "There were things that neede
Eighteen years later...SheilaI am sitting on the edge of my bed, nervously twisting my braids. I need to talk to my brothers, but I am nervous. Sure, I am close with my brothers, and I love them to death but still...They terrify me.Fuck it, I'll go talk to them. It's now or never.I find them in the living room chattering about business."Guys," I begin hesitantly, looking up at my brothers who towered around me. "I've been thinking about something... I'd like to go on a date with Jack from school."The quadruplets exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. "Date?" Jonas says."Jack? You mean that guy who's always hanging out by the skate park?" Oliver chimes in, his eyebrows raised skeptically."Come on, Sheila," Henrik adds, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know better than to get involved with someone like him."Someone like him? Give me a break. Did they forget what they do for a living?I look at each of my brothers in turn, taking a deep breath. "I know you guys
Sheila "It's not true. Those are just stupid rumors. Lies spread by..." I stammer. "By who?" Jack asks. "I don't know! But it's ridiculous if you actually believe I am part of a Mafia family," I say and let out a nervous giggle. Oh god, this is so embarrassing. I wish I had let my dad send me to a boarding school far away or had me homeschooled. But I was the one who begged him to let me stay. I can tell Jack doesn't believe me and I feel my heart sink in disappointment. I had hoped that he would believe me and give me a chance to prove myself, but instead, he just stares at me with a look of disbelief. I take a deep breath, trying desperately to think of something that might convince him otherwise. "Look," I say, mustering all the courage I have left. "Maybe you don't know this about me, but my parents were actually really wealthy before the mafia rumors started." "I'm not saying I believe it," Jack says, studying my expression. "I just...I'd rather not take the risk. I rememb
Sheila That evening, my brothers noticed my cheerful demeanor. "What's got you so smiley?" asks Jonas. His piercing gaze making me nervous. "Nothing. Just in a good mood." I focus on my dinner, hoping he will drop it. But Oliver isn't easily fooled. "Come on, we know you better than that. Spill." I hesitate, then decide to tell them, "I met someone in art class today." Jonas straightens, his eyes narrowing. "Who? What's his name?" "Relax," I say. "His name is Ethan. We just talked about art, that's all." "Art, huh?" Aleks crosses his arms. "I don't like the sound of this guy." Henrik shakes his head. "Me neither. He sounds like a punk." I sigh, stabbing at my food. I love my brothers, but their overprotectiveness is suffocating. "You don't even know him. Ethan seems really nice." "They all seem nice at first," Aleks says darkly. "Until their true colors show." Oliver nods. "We're just looking out for you, Sheila. Be careful with this Ethan character." I want to argue, bu
OliverSheila is charging towards me. Her face is flushed red. She must be pissed at me and I know exactly why."How could you!?" she snarls at me."What do you mean? How could I what?" I feign ignorance which seems to piss her off even more."HOW COULD YOU RUIN MY DATE?" she roars.Jeez...so angry. I swear she has anger issues like Dad. "Don't scream at me, Sheila. I am older than you.""I don't give a hoot how old you are," she growls."What's all this commotion here?" Our father, Victor walks in and asks."Sheila is screaming at me because I scared her little date at the museum," I say gruffly.Dad scowls. "Date? What date?"Sheila's face turns pale. I can tell she is caught off guard as she didn't want to tell our father about her dating boys already. Hmm...I feel bad for her now. "She is trying to get a date for the Prom, Dad, that's all," I say in her defense."Okay...so what's the issue here?" Dad asks. "Ethan is new and he hasn't heard all the dumb rumors about me and my fam