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Ten years ago, we led an operation to kill Cillian's ex-girlfriend, Delora, as soon as she had given birth. We knew she'd be hardcore if she were confident enough to wait for all of us to fucking aim a gun correctly, but we weren't going to wait. Nine months after that dinner, Cillian, Ivan, Iskander, and I went to the hospital to kill her, but all that was left was a baby girl on the hospital bed and a note that read....

You won't kill me....I'm not as stupid as my father was.

At least she didn't underestimate us....whatever the bitch abandoned her baby and left without a trace.

Fast forward ten years, and we almost fucking forget about that ho.

It's my mom's fiftieth birthday party, and I just arrived. I went to Russia five years ago with Cesar to sort the rats and competition and stayed there cause why not? There were an abundant amount of women to fuck, so I was content, but then my father threatened to come to Russia and shove a stick up my ass if I didn't come back and see my mom...so I'm back.

"I hope they got some good food up in there," Cesar says as we walk inside.

I roll my eyes. "You sound like Gideon."

My little brother, Gideon, always plays video games and eats food but never gains a single pound.

"And you sound like a bitch. Leave me alone." He retorts.

I shake my head, chuckling at him. "So violent."

Cesar sighs. "Save that for Ares." He fixes his suit. "Hey, ma, damn, you showed up!"

My mother turns around, and her face brightens. "My babies! Oh my god, you've grown so much."

My father scoffs. "They look the same."

Cesar and I brush him off. Same old dad pretending he doesn't like us.

My mom still looks young; despite having five kids, she looks beautiful and not worn out.

I'm surprised...I was sure your father would fuck her to death.

I don't want to think about my mom and dad fucking..., please.

"You look beautiful, mom." I smile as she hugs me.

"Thank you both. I've been having fun since your sister moved out."

We know....you and dad get to have sex everywhere in the house now.

I remember being twelve and promising my mom that I would wake up myself and get ready for school, but I slept through my alarm. Meanwhile, my mom and dad think I'm not in the house, and I witness my mom being fucked up by my father.

I just can't seem to get that shit out of my fucking head.

It was traumatizing. I was still an innocent little boy.

Please, that search history said otherwise.

"Where's the rest of them?" Cesar asks.

Mom sighs, rolling her eyes. "Gideon insisted on picking them up with his broken-down car. He doesn't want to let it go."

I snort. "You shouldn't have gotten him a ten-year-old car, mom."

Mom shoves dad. "It was your dad's idea. He already spent a lot buying you first three teslas." My dad decides to remove himself from this conversation, going to pour himself a vodka.

Yup, I'm spoiled, so what? I'm the firstborn.

But Cesar and Ares got a tesla too. What's your point?

Shut the hell up.

"What can I say? You love me–"

"Shut the hell up, Gideon. I spent hours on my make-up only for me to sweat it off because of you." Victoria sneers, but Gideon soon forgets about her as he runs towards my mom, picking her up and twirling her around. "Mommy!"

What a mommy's boy.

So are you, dumbass.

"Enough, Gideon! Put me down." Mom giggles.

"You're so fine, mom, almost like you ain't never changed."

Mom kisses his cheek, laughing. "Please, don't flatter me."

Gideon smirks. "It ain't flattery now; where's the food?"

My mom rolls her eyes, pointing at the food, and Gideon runs like a fool, being starved for hours. Gideon's now twenty-one. He literally took momma's boy title from me. Such a bitch.

"Mummy!" Victoria squeals, hugging mom.

Of course, she's wearing Prada.

Victoria's twenty, still in college, majoring in journalism, but I don't know how she gets her money. My bet's from dad. Victoria's spoiled by dad and has no shame in showing it. She only shops at Chanel, Fendi, and Prada. She also gets money from the mafia, she's an assassin, and I guess she's good....

What do you mean, you guess? She, Julia, Ivan, Oakley, Penelope, Iskander, Oliver, and Priscilla are your top assassins. She's good.

Ok, so maybe I'm mad that dad doesn't spoil me more, so what?

"Your fucking car sucks. Next time you pick me up in that trash, I'll fuck you up, Gideon." Ares growls, making Gideon hide behind the food carts.

Ares...is a psychopath, and he's my underboss for a reason. He's got a long scar running from his eyebrow to his cheek, like our grandfather. He got it from fighting at a club because the guy was talking to a girl he wanted to fuck....like my guy is crazy.

Speaking of my grandfather, he's actually here. He's been released because they found out he got stage three throat cancer, and he said he didn't want treatment. This man is an OG. Even though he's like seventy-seven and has cancer, he looks well, with his hair all grayed out and a cane sitting in the middle of his lap.

"Yo, bitch." Ares greets me.

"Is that any way to greet your older brother?" I ask, pretending to be hurt.

"No one gives a damn, Julius," Cesar responds for Ares.

"You know what, I'm about to kick your ass, Cesar," I growl as Ares and Gideon chuckle.

"Hey, y'all, I haven't seen you guys in forever," Victoria says, hugging all of us.

"Surprisingly," Cesar starts. "I missed you too, Vicky." He says, making Victoria wink at him.

"Yup, and there's more coming; look," Gideon points to the entrance. "It's Ivan, Iskander, and Burgundy."

Forget Ares being crazy. Ivan and Iskander are the definitions of batshit crazy, Iskander especially. He's those silent psychopaths. Ivan....he's something else; you usually require him when you need knife torture. He specializes in knives. Both twenty-five years old, and the only thing they have in common is that they can get crazy.

Burgundy's twelve now, she's nicer than all the other girls here because she still believes she's a princess, and if anyone tells her differently, Iskander would have a bomb up their ass. It has happened before...don't ask me how.

Aunt Brandi is literally the only one who isn't scared of them besides us, us meaning Ares, Cesar, and I. Their father died five years ago, someone tried to bomb their place, and Ivan sr. made sure everyone got out before him.

Anyway, I noticed that Julia and her little sister Juniper and Cillian's daughter, Harlow Royalty, are sitting by themselves.

Yes, Cillian gave his daughter two names because he couldn't choose one. We just call her Royalty. Juniper and Royalty are besties, so they go everywhere together. Cillian had to go to Ireland to visit his father, and Massimo went with him, so he left his daughter with Julia...my bae.

This beautiful goddess is who I was dreading to leave behind. I fucked her before going....don't think she's too happy about me leaving right after I had sex with her.

I plop down next to her. "Hey, mamma," I whisper in her ear.

She sighs in annoyance. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Damn, girl, I just want to talk to you," I smirk at her.

"Wipe that stupid smirk off your face, muchacho, never again will I let you anywhere near me again." (Boy)

"Now, Julia, what'd I say about you calling me a boy? I think twenty-six is way past being a boy."

I would think you're a boy too.

I didn't ask you.

She sneers at me. "You are one, nothing but a boy in a man's body."

"So then you would catch a case because you fucked a boy," I say with a smug look as she growls in irritation.

"Julius, you would catch a case for grooming me."

I snort. "I bullied you until you graduated high school. I don't think that's grooming unless you're into that kind of thing."

"Julius!" Julia yells, catching Juniper's and Royalty's attention before she clears her throat. "You're an animal."

I put a hand on her thigh. "An animal you seem to love, сексуальный." (Sexy) I whisper as her breath hitches, and I knew I have her. "In the bathroom," I gesture. "Get your sexy ass up and meet me in the bathroom."

I hope you liked the first chapter.