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"I don't want to do this, mamá." She complains.

Her mother glares at her. "You would let them get away with what they fucking did? To your papá...to me."

The woman sighs. "No, I won't, mamá." She flushes away every emotion.

She loves him, and she loves her.

"Good, now go. I want revenge. You want revenge."

She nods, walking away to her destination. "Familia," she inhales. "Always." (Family)

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Julius

My mom cups my face. "Be careful, Mon cherie. Don't let the women distract you."

I scoff, smiling. "Anything for you, mom."

My mom nods, moving on to Cesar. "Don't be lazy, boy. Please don't sleep on the job."

Cesar nods. "Yes, ma, I promise."

"Ares, take your meds, ok? You're not crazy. I get worried when you don't. They help you aim straight."

Ares nods. "I will."

Mom smiles and moves to Gideon, who hugs her.

Such a bitchy mommy's boy.

"Gideon, food poison is real. Remember the story I told you."

Gideon nods. "Yea, you got poisoned once."

My mom nods, kissing his head and walking toward Victoria. "Victoria, take care of your reckless brothers."

Victoria smiles, nodding. "Yes, mummy."

Mom stands in front of us. "I love you all. Don't kill yourselves, or I'll resurrect you and kill you myself."

We all nod.

The elders have to go with the kids. Dad had no problem with it. As long as mom's going, he's going.

"Here." My dad gives me a suitcase.

I furrow my brows. "You need help with this–"

"No, it's a gift, dumbass."

Cesar gasps. "Y–you're giving us a gift?"

My dad rolls his eyes. "You don't fucking want it?"

I grab the suitcase. "No, we want it."

"Иди помоги мне, мальчик." (Come help me, boy.) My grandpa calls out to my dad.

My mom gives us one last kiss and goes to help grandpa onto the plane with dad. Grandpa waves to us as they leave.

"I wonder what that is," Victoria asks.

"We'll see when we get home," Ares says, going out to smoke.

"Ivan, I told you to stop getting shot." Aunt Brandi says, softly rubbing his cast.

"I'm sorry, ma." He apologizes.

She sighs. "Don't die on me. Your father doesn't want to meet you yet." She picks up her suitcase. "Take care, Burgundy. Make sure your brothers behave."

Burgundy nods, wiping a tear. "Ok, mommy."

"After this, I'll buy you a pomeranian, just like you wanted, ma." Iskander smiles.

Aunt Brandi smiles. "Your father would be proud." She hugs them one last time and leaves for the plane.

"Papá, you need to go." Julia sighs.

Massimo groans. "But I-"

"Papá, we'll be fine," Julia assures.

"Yes, I'll take care of your Papá very well." A woman walks up.

"Who the fuck is that?" Gideon asks.

I shrug. "I don't fucking know."

"Mother," Julia says bitterly as Massimo tenses.

"Hi, Julia! Hi Papá!" Juniper runs up to Massimo.

"J-Juliet is coming because of Juniper," Massimo clarifies.

Julia's hands clench.

Now would be the time to do something, lover boy.

Right.

I walk up to her and place my hands on both shoulders. "Uncle Massi." I grin.

"Julius, take care of my daughter." Massimo grins back, obviously quickly trying to get away from Juliet.

Juliet looks at me.

This woman is Julia's mom?

Why is she....?

"I can't believe Massimo wants you to watch over Julia."

"I can't believe you'd show your face after what you've done," Julia growls back.

Juliet rolls her eyes and walks onto the plane, disregarding Julia.

"Your mother is African American?" I ask.

Julia sighs. "She's a native Italian; her ancestor owed an Italian some money and went to Italy with his wife to become servants until their bill was paid. After that, they stayed in Italy and reproduced. She's eighty percent African and twenty percent European. Hence why Juniper and I look a little different, she resembles Papá more and I," Julia sighs. "I resemble my mother–excuse me, I need to go."

Julia walks away, leaving me here once again.

"Y'all have fun now." Aunt Winola smiles.

"No, Winola, it's be careful." Uncle Bentley corrects.

Aunt Winola rolls her eyes, pulling him onboard.

"Shit, shit, shit." Cillian runs towards us with Royalty. "Ok, hurry up on that plane."

Royalty giggles. "Love you, daddy."

Cillian salutes. "Love you too, princess."

"Wait, after this, c–could I get a mom and a sibling? I–it doesn't matter if it's a boy or girl. I don't like being an only child."

Cillian blinks multiple times. "Um, ok..."

Royalty smiles. "Thanks, daddy." She skips onto the airplane.

"Damn, you gotta go another time. I know you're rusty." Oliver smirks.

Cillian throws up the middle finger and walks away.

"Be nice, Oliver," Priscilla pinches him. "He's going through tough times."

"He's still in love with Delora, isn't he?"

"Well, that's tough. Where's the lounge?" Cesar shrugs.

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Julia

Time to get to business. Where's Delora's hideout?

"I found a house under the name of Delilah and José Lopez," Burgundy says.

"I did too." I furrow my brows. "Burgundy, have you–?"

"No, it's like they've wiped off the face of the earth, along with their two children, Luis and Camila." She answers.

Why does this house belong to two different couples?

"But why am I also seeing Kate and Rob Goldsberry?" I asked, groaning.

Burgundy, Oakley, Penelope, and I have been trying to find the hideout. But it's proven quite challenging because we're dealing with hackers or an unknown missing person case.....Several of them. Kate and Rob Goldsberry are nowhere to be found. It's like they made IDs and then disappeared. The Lopez Family are also missing, but they have pictures and evidence that they're real people.

"Hey guys, I found something." Penelope gasps.

We rushed over to her computer.

"The Lopez family were reported missing, but only Delilah and José were found....dead. A stab wound directly to the head on José with a–what the fuck, a fucking number two pencil, and Delilah had broken limbs and also stabbed in the head with a number two pencil."

And," Oakley adds. "It was reported that they didn't exist anywhere in Spain. Someone hacked into the fucking government and pulled out their names."

"How is that possible?" Burgundy gasps.

"A virus attack, it's possible they used a thirty-minute virus and quickly pulled their names out of the database, including the children's." I theorized.

"That's correct," Penelope confirms. "A virus was reported around the time of their deaths. Police were only able to identify them with their families."

Oakley clicks on some files. "The family says that Delilah and José's children are violent and sick. They say their son was sexually assaulting his girl cousins, their daughter would pop off at anything, and both were violent to their parents. They suspect that it was the children who killed them, but that rumor was turned down because there's no way an eight and ten-year-old would be able to disappear unless they were killed as well. Luis and Camilla were presumed dead, but their bodies haven't been found."

"But Kate and Rob are also not real, and they haven't been reported missing or have any family or pictures."

"Fuck, this is harder than I fucking thought." I massage my temples.

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Apart from not being able to find Delora's hideout, which should've taken a few hours, seeing my mother makes me want to rip out my heart. I hate that bitch. She was there as I cried for hours on end that my father didn't want me. I didn't talk to my father for two years because of her, which made my dad miserable, and I felt so bad. I'm a terrible person.

I'm feeling vulnerable again.

"Julia, have you found something?" Julius enters my office, and I burst into tears.

Why does he always come at the wrong time?

Julius turns my chair around to face him. "Jules, why're you crying?"

I shake my head, hiding my face. "Get out. I don't want to fuck you."

Julius takes my hands. "I don't live on sex, Julia." Julius sighs when he realizes he's not helping. "Is it your mother?"

I nod. "I'm sorry. I just, I hate her so much."

Julius pulls me up, and I think here we go again...sex, but he sits on the chair and pulls me on top of him, kissing my cheek. "Talk, I'll listen, l' amour." (love.)

I place my head on his chest as he caresses my hair.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask quietly.

"Well, I believe I owe an apology. This is the first start. I want to hear all your problems, all of it."

I hope you liked it.

What's the mystery of Kate and Rob Goldsberry and Delilah, José, Luis and Camila (Lopez family)

Don't know... let's see