RYAN'S POV
We had just gotten out of school for the day, and by 'we' I mean Rico, Rudy, and I.
The other brothers apparently had something to do at home or whatever. It was most likely mafia stuff. And for some reason it included Nikolai.
Not that I cared.
Today, my triplets and I decided to take a car to school instead of our bikes. Mostly, it was because Rico kept complaining that his hair was going to get messed up if we rode on out bikes and he had just styled it after getting a brand-new haircut, which didn't even look that different.
But whatever.
The car was one of our brothers, so I really didn't bother knowing what exactly it was besides the fact that it is a beautiful forest green color and is as quiet as a mouse.
After quickly saying goodbye to all of our friends, we all get into the car.
"What do you think was so important that the twins and Matteo went home early to deal with?" Rico asks curiously from the back seat.
From the driver seat, I answer. "Probably mafia related. If it were family related, I would like to think that they would have at least invited us to go along."
Rudy grunts in agreement.
The car is silent.
Apparently, it is too silent for Rico.
"Rudy."
"Rudy."
"Rudy."
"Ru-"
"The fuck do you want Rico?" He snaps at his younger brother.
In response, he gets a grin. "Hi."
Rudy starts cursing him out while taking his seatbelt off and turning his whole body around trying to grab onto our younger brother.
"Hey!" I yell to get their attention before a fight breaks out in the car. "I am fucking driving this car and you're distracting me. Do you want me to crash this car? Huh? Because if you don't start behaving either I will crash the car on accident or I swear to God I will turn the car around. Drop your asses right back at school."
It is silent for a while until we get closer to the house and see it surrounded it seemingly abandoned black SUVs. I slow the car down and pull into the forest where the car would blend in.
"Rico-"
"On it."
All of the humor has been sucked out of our faces.
Rico is already on his laptop working to hack into the security footage so that he could see if there was a big threat. When he finally gets in, he pans through all the cameras to find nobody on there. The guards at the gate, however, are either dead or knocked out. The Rico finds the living room cameras with our older brothers tied up in the middle of it and bullet holes raining the walls. There were about twenty armed men in the room as well with the ugly ass French Mafia tattoo.
"Rico, stay in the car. Contact the mafia and say that we need a small squad to be on their way here ASAP. Donna's orders. Rudy come with me; we have to take these motherfuckers down for touching our fucking family." I start to give out orders in my voice. "I know I said to send a small squad out, but truly I think that the best way to do this will be Karma's Triplets. And then, I believe we need to come clean and tell them everything about who we are. So yes, get a small squad, but they will probably most likely be sweeping the remaining area or be on cleanup duty."
Rudy and I get out of the car and shut the doors while I lock them to make sure Rico is safe.
"Tell you what," Rudy starts speaking quietly while we get our weapon out of our various hiding spots on our body. "Person with the most kills owes the other a favor."
"You really wanna do that? Don't you already owe me like two?" I question before smiling overly sweet to my younger brother. "But of course, I will take your bet."
At this point we have made it to the very front of the house. I have two of my favorite knives in my hands and Rudy has a gun, and I'm pretty sure a knife is on standby as well. "Keep like three alive. Those you do keep alive will count as double kill points, I suppose." I say before silently entering the house.
I walk quietly scanning my surroundings slowly before making my way to the living room.
I walk in to seeing my eldest brothers getting a punch to the face by the of the guards. "Tell us where they are!" Who I assume to be the leader of this little kill group yells at him.
Ale groans. "I don't even know who Karma's Triplets are, how would I know where they are!" He yells back earning him another punch to the face.
I walk up behind one of the guards and put my hand over his mouth while simultaneously slitting his throat with one of my knives. I gently drop him to the floor; however, his gun ends up hitting the floor pretty roughly which causes all the attention to got to me.
I smirk at who I have decided to deem 'the kill group' before standing to my full height. "Who are we looking for again?" I ask casually leaning against the door frame with a dead body at my feet while almost everyone in the kill group points a gun at me.
"You!" The man shouts in a very heavy French accent. "Who are you!"
"Well, my name is Ryan, but my friends and family call me Ry. My current last name in Russo, but my old last name used to be-"
"I did not ask for your life story. Now if you want to live get out of here and leave us." The man replies looking at me boredly.
"No, I really think you might want to hear this last bit I had to tell you." I make direct eye contact as my smirk gets wider. "My last name used to be Smith." And suddenly, everyone was pointing a gun at me.
"I'm going to give you a warning now," I say while putting my hands up in mock surrender. "I don't plan on accompanying you without a fight."
With those words, two men approach me and lazily throw a couple of punches thinking I wouldn't be too good, probably because I was a girl. I punch the first guy in the stomach before cutting a deep gash on the other guy's arm. I do a cute little spin and end up slashing the first guy's throat which eventually leads to his death while I kick the second guy in the stomach. He goes down and stays down like a fucking coward.
I see Rudy across the room starting to get in the fighting too, and most of the henchmen gravitate to him because he is taking a tone of people at a time.
I slowly make my way to my family (and Nikolai) and pass by them, but not before dropping a knife into Nikolai's waiting palm. I make my way to the leader of the kill group.
"You really should just come with us without a fight, and nothing would have happened. Now look what you've done. Your living room is a mess now." He speaks to me.
"It was always a mess; the blood just gives us a reason to actually clean it." I fake sadness and sigh, then grin manically as I get ready for a fighting stance.
My opponent does as well. He makes the first move too. It is a bold one, I will not lie.
He decides to go for a punch straight to the face. I catch his first with my hand and duck, punching him thrice in the stomach. He gets a good punch in on my leg, which doesn't do anything much besides give me a small limp.
He was strong for an old looking guy. But not strong enough to best me. I roundhouse kick him which ends up making him fall to the ground with a broken nose and loss of consciousness.
I turn to some more guys who decide to be cowards and take me on three on one. They all move at the same time and go to punch me. I wait until the last second to duck, and when I do they end up punching each other.
I sweep one guys legs out from underneath him and he lands on the ground with a groan. His throat is split open before he even has a chance to blink.
I face the last two and they decide to put me in between them like that ne game in elementary school you would play...
Monkey in the middle.
That's what it was called.
This time, I attack first, and I actually end up just snapping one of their necks and the other gets a knife thrown at him hitting him directly in the eyeball, killing them both instantly.
I look up to see everyone either dead or knocked out, except for the hostages of course. For clarification, that would be my idiot brothers. And Nikolai.
I tie up the one guy I caught with rope that I know for a fact will hurt if he even moves an inch.
A small group of my men come into the house next, all of which clear of injuries, so I can only assume they didn't run into any trouble.
Before I start ordering them around, however, I look at Rudy to see if he has any injuries that need immediate attention. Upon seeing that there aren't any, I move on.
"Ich möchte, dass einer von Ihnen einen Hintergrundcheck über diesen Herrn hier anhand seiner Gesichtszüge durchführt und mir dann schickt, was Sie finden. Einer von euch muss jetzt auch Rico holen, auch wenn ich sicher bin, dass er schon auf dem Weg hierher ist, möchte ich sicher sein, dass er in Sicherheit ist. Der Rest von euch, fangt an, dieses Chaos aufzuräumen. Verstehe?" I say to my men in German and in a cold and emotionless voice.
(I would like one of you to do a background check on this gentleman right here using his facial features and then send me what you find. One of you, now, needs to go get Rico as well, even though I am sure he is already on his way here, I want to be sure he is safe. The rest of you, start cleaning this mess up. Understand?)
"Verstanden." They reply and start getting to work.
(Understood.)
Next, I walk towards Rudy. I do a larger assessment of all of his injuries, which really just seem to be his bloody knuckles and bruise forming on his jaw from when one of the guys ended up punching him there, I suppose. "Get ice on that, Rudy."
"Don't worry I'll be fine. I have had worse-"
"Did I ask you? No. I told you. I told you to put ice on your bruised jaw. Now are you going to continue to tell me what you think or are you going to do what I have so kindly asked you to do?" I interrupt him. We both know I wasn't asking him to do shit.
Rudy looks like he might fight me for a moment, but then relents. "Fine, mom. I'll put stupid ice on my jaw, if it is what will make your motherly feelings feel like they mothered."
It did, actually. I always felt like I dragged both of my twins, my younger brothers that I was, am, meant to protect into this world. I have tried to convince them to leave but they refuse to leave until I do. So, making them take care of themselves and taking care of them in my own special way does make me feel good, and I like I am actually helping them in some way.
"Gnädige frau?" One of the men hesitantly approach me. I really didn't think I was that scary but, oh well, what can you do? "Wohin mit den drei Männern, die am Leben gehalten wurden?"
(Ma'am) (Where would you like us to put the three men that were kept alive?)
I think for a moment before deciding. "Bringen Sie sie zu Lager C, und wenn sie aufwachen sollen, lassen Sie die Leute, die sie bewachen, sie ein wenig aufrütteln. Legen Sie sie jedoch in verschiedene Zellen. Einer der Männer, die sie bewachen, soll jemand sein, der Französisch spricht."
(Take them to warehouse C and if they are to wake up, have the people guarding them to rough them up a little. Do, however, put them in different cells. Have one of the men guarding them be someone who can speak French.)
This whole time, I had been doing my best to avoid my family's stares. (And Nikolai) But I suppose that now is the time that I actually need to look at them and start explaining what had just happened. They are probably rather flabbergasted.
Then, Rico, my saving grace, walks through the door. "Ryan, I think you need to start going to the gym more often. I noticed while watching on the cameras you are starting to lose your touch. Rather sad, really."
Forget about all that saving grace bullshit I just said.
I now turn to all the older boys in the room and say generally, "So you probably want some kind of explanation, right?"