Azalea

chapter 13~ we been lying

"How can you eat?" Theo asks.

"With my mouth," I take another spoonful of cereal in my mouth.

"Aren't you disgusted or frightened?" he asks.

"Let her eat in peace," Henry tells him.

"How are you feeling" I ask Henry

"Much better," he smiles at me. I notice he isn't wearing his work suit.

"Aren't you going to work?" I ask.

"No, and neither is Dorian."

"Why" I understand why Henry isn't going, mainly because he wasn't feeling well yesterday.

"I have something important to tell you."

"And you took all day off just because of that?" I narrow my eyes.

"God, you sound just like dad; I can't," Theo shakes his head.

"He sounds rational ," and they look at me like I shouldn't have said that.

"What?" I question

"Wait till Dorian gets here."

"Here's your pancakes, dear," the maid gives them to me, and I take the cereal bowl.

A few minutes later, Dorian walks in without his work suit.

"How are you feeling?" Dorian asks me.

"Those pancakes are bomb," I say while taking a bite out of them.

"That's not what I mean."

"I know what you mean; I'm good," i say, and he's taking a seat.

"Are you not hungry?" I cut a piece of pancake and directed it to him.

He looks at it and then eats.

"Thank you," he smiles.

"Anyway, we've been lying to you," Henry says.

"I know," she said, looking confused at me.

"How" he narrows his eyes

"I just get the vibe, you know; it's like a sixth sense."

"Azalea, we will understand if you don't want to stay with us after hearing this, but just understand that even though we haven't known you for a while, we all love you."

"Can you just say it?" I ask.

"We are the mafia." Huh, I just stare at them, and they do the same.

"Is that the reason why you came with small stands of blood from time to time?"

They all look at Dorian.

"Sorry, I will make sure it won't happen again."

"It's fine; I'm not bothered by blood."

"Why"

"I didn't know; it's just blood."

"I know you must have a lot of questions; you can ask."

"Only a few actually."

"We're listening" they look at me

"Are you guys involved in human or sex trafficking?" I ask them seriously.

"No, but we do drug trafficking."

"It's fine, and now tell me the truth about our parents," I say, and I feel them getting nervous.

"I don't think you will want to know that," Theo warns.

"No, tell me."

"Well, our father was a don before he passed away, or more likely to say, before he was killed," Henry says.

"By whom?" I question.

"Me," Dorian said.

"Let's us explain first, out father. Well, you see, when you're in Mafia, it's okay to kill, but father found such a pleasure that he couldn't stop."

"So he was a serial killer?" I question.

"Yes, he couldn't stop and didn't feel empathy," sounds familiar, "but when mother found out, father felt guilty, and he asked me to unalive him." Dorian stops.

"And I did; my mother somehow saw it and went mental after that; she's better but refuses to have any contact with us."

"Okay"

"You're okay with us being the way we are."

"Yes" I simply say, I can't judge them, I'm the same but they didn't know it, I have killed and tortured, how am I better than them 

"What about you?" I hear Kenji's voice out of nowhere.

"That's actually a good question," Theo said.

"I also want to know Azalea," Dorian states.

"What do I mean?"

Azalea, don't play dumb because you aren't; we were honest with you, and we expect the same," Dorian says calmly.

"Well, I was just ammm, you know, been kidnapped a few times, maybe." God, it's so embarrassing.

WHAT?" I hear them should

I nervously smile.

"Don't smile," Theo said, and I started to laugh.

"Sorry, sorry." I apologize.

"I mean the same," Owen said.

"Did you get out alone? I ask him.

"Yes"

"Twins," I crossed my fingers.

"You too?" Owen asks.

"YESSS"

"What is happening right now?" Dorian asks. "Are you not bothered by the fact that you were kidnapped?"

"I mean, it happened; I don't really get scared; something snaps and self-defense clicks, you know."

"Oh, trust us, we know," Theo said.

"Why did you get kidnapped, though?"

"Oh, well, amm-"

"You don't have to tell us," Owen says.

I can't tell them my uncle sold me to people who like to torture and see kids cry while begging them to stop raping them so he could get some cash, right?