"I hate getting flashbacks from things I don't want to remember."
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"Fuck," Ares cursed under his breath.
"Did you find anything?!" Apollo looked up from his phone and rushed to Ares's side.
"I tried hacking the Irish Mafia's database and found their location," Ares sighed, his fingers moving hastily against the keyboard.
"Where are they?" Athena said sharply.
He sighed and moved the laptop to face his sister, fingers pointing towards the screen as he mumbled the next words.
"New York."
Silence fell in the room. A loud screech echoed inside Athena's head. It was as if time had banished and all she could hear was the loud thumping of her heart. The unforgotten memories came flooding back to her, the same ones that hunted her dreams and turned them into nightmares.
It has been 4 days since the mall, four days since worry and paranoia swarmed their thoughts.
Ares called out her name several times but received silence every time. All she could think of was the dreadful past, the horrid reality of no escape. Her mind circled back years ago when John made a deal with a ruthless man, a vicious killer. Nicholas Sullivan, the don of the Irish Mafia.
They experienced the unfortunate fate of being handed out like a sack of potatoes when they were ten. John sold them like nothing in exchange for his life. They paid the price of his debts, the punishment of his sins. They stripped them of the chance of having a great childhood- or a childhood for that matter.
They suffered at the hands of a monster.
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A gunshot jolted the triplets awake, with widened eyes, Ares crawled from the floor and limped to cover his siblings. several footsteps marched their way inside the small cramped house they lived in, the floor screeched in objection as men walked through it. all of them wore expensive suits with guns proudly displayed on their hands, but one man stood out the most, he strolled inside the broken house with a cold expression and arched a brow as John scrambled on his feet in fear.
"B-boss, what are y-you doing h-here?" shock painted John's face, hands trembling as Nicholas leisurely stalked towards him. his strides were careless but powerful, something the triplets ought to fear.
"I want my money, John," Nicholas's voice was a cold order, his eyes glaring at the lame excuse of a man kneeling before him.
"I-I don't have it, please! give me more time!" desperation clung to his every word, but that wasn't the answer Nicholas was looking to hear.
He clicked his tongue. "Tell me, you scum, wasn't that what you said last time?" John was about to reply when Nicholas cut him off with his finger. "Do you know what I do to liars, John?"
