Alessandro Ricci had gotten his private jet to take him to Mercton as fast as it possibly could.
He sighed as he thought back to the conversation.
"Mrs. Ricci perished earlier this week"
He couldn't grasp the fact his mother was dead.
He knew who was sending him and his brothers all those "anonymous" letters that annoyed the hell out of their father.
They'd read them together and then hide them in a box that was in Ciro's closet.
It was sad to say they had to hide letters from their mother so their father wouldn't find them.
His brain blocked the fact that death still applied to her.
It was inevitable. Alessandro himself has taken many lives.
Some deserved it. Some just pissed him off on the wrong fucking day.
But overall he never pulled a trigger unless it was perfectly necessary.
His train of thought was broken once he felt his eyes droop slightly and his body sag further into the leather seat.
He was mentally and physically exhausted.
He let his eyes droop once more and stopped to think.
If the twins were his parents biological children, what did they look like?
And with that question he drifted off into a a haze of sleep and let his mind rest for the first time in forever.
Meanwhile in Mercton, Nevada
Vincenzo groaned loudly at the questions being grilled on him.
The officers had taken Vittoria to a different room (after they had to use brute force to separate to the siblings from each other) for questioning.
The questioning was for their mother.
Her body was never found.
Valeria Valdez-Ricci disappeared three months before now and because she still hadn't shown up, she was proclaimed as dead.
Both siblings knew something wasn't right.
It felt like some Enola Holmes bullshit.
Their mother smacked them because they went to the neighbors house to ask for flour, without telling her.
She would never do this.
Vittoria already has a storm brewing in her brain.
That storm is what she used to block out the questions.
They weren't questions the police station (that they had been in many times) would normally ask them.
"Where'd you get the dagger kid?"
"Where'd you get the spray paint?"
"Where'd you get the gun powder and the sparklers in April?"
These were more so . . . pity like.
Like it was a therapy session.
They didn't need therapy.
They would just bottle their emotions until they exploded then start over on the clean slate. (That was one rule of their mom's that they broke).
Not exactly healthy but it worked!
Vittoria glared at the two men before her as they sighed and left.
She could feel the eyes on her from the other side of the glass, and she chose a spot on the wall to stare at.
Vittoria and Vincenzo didn't react well to change.
Five brothers was a big change.
They weren't going to be brats about the situation, but this was fucking ridiculous.
Vincenzo grunted as the officers moved him to the room where Vittoria was being held.
As he neared the room, he saw a silhouette of a guy with striking blue eyes and brunette hair staring holes into the mirror in front of him.
He was analyzing Vittoria.
Vincenzo had seen many people look at his sister like that and it annoyed him to no end.
"Hey fucker!" He yelled as he was ten feet away
"Keep staring at my sister like that, and i'll gut ya." He smirked as the officers practically shoved him through the doors and turned to apologize to the man who looked shocked to his core.
"Vera." He said addressing her by her middle name randomly (he did that a lot) as he nodded his head casually.
"Vero." She said in return.
"How much you wanna bet that dude was our brother?" She questioned randomly making him turn to her.
"How'd you know there was a dude out there?" He furrowed his brows.
"You're not exactly a quiet person, my dear twin." She grinned sarcastically, finally letting her emotions peek through her mask.
"Damn right." He scoffed before banging his fingers against the metal table in a drumming manor.
"Why're you anxious?" She asked, noticing his leg bounce up and down for the twentieth time that minute.
Vincenzo quietly cursed himself.
She knew him to well.
"I-I'm not i-it's just" He sighed trying to find the right words "What if they c-come back?" He fearfully asked and glanced at her.
Her eyes glazed over and hardened almost instantly.
"They will never hurt us again." She spoke firmly.
"W-Well moms d-dead now, and we're going to live with fucking strangers, Vitt!" He whisper-yelled and tried not to focus on the honey eyes that were blazing with anger.
"We don't know that she's dead." She said.
"Vitt-" He tried but she interrupted.
"I made a promise. When have I ever broke my promises ZoZo?" She raised a brow.
"Never." He sighed, defeated.
"Exactly." She grinned "Now chill out, and stop giving our potential brother a front row ticket to the emotions show." She said as she noticed the roller coaster of emotions they both went through in a few minutes.
In return, Vincenzo nodded and let his mask slip back on, only for the door to open once again.
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