Chapter 20...Our Mother?...

                                    

                                          
Arya's POV

Disappointed.
I wasn't mad at Luna; I was just disappointed by her decision. Her reasoning made no sense, Luna was old enough to not be manipulated by Delrico, I think she was manipulated. But even if she was, Delrico isn't even smart enough  to manipulate someone.
 He brought up mom.
Boo fucking hoo. She's old enough to have the mental capacity to not let her emotions get in the way, Delrico is thirteen, he probably doesn't even know our past with mom, nor does he remember her. She really thought I would be cool with her sending Delrico to Argentina, and for mafia training at that? 
I do feel bad for saying I hate her, but  I'm not going to apologize, at least not for now, because if I apologize, she's going to think that her decision was fine. None of our brothers, except Delrico, have spoken to Luna since last night, and I don't blame them. Couldn't she come up with a better excuse, or should've just told them the real reason since we're going around and telling everybody we're in the mafia, like what? 
Did Raynoir know what she's doing, or  does Garren know? 
"Oui?" The gruff voice of my cousin echoed through my phone speakers. 
"Raynoir, did Luna tell you what she did?" I asked, huffing as I scrubbed at my tile shower floor. 
"What happened, are you stress cleaning?" He chuckled into the phone; he clearly wasn't seeing this as serious. 
"She's sending away Delrico, can you believe her, and for mafia training at that!" I hissed, coughing as I poured a generous amount of bleach down the drain. 
"She's what? Why is she doing that?" 

"Cause she's a pushover." I mumbled, sighing as I stood from my position on the floor beside my shower. 
"A bigger pushover than you? I'm sure she had a good reason as to why she did it." He said, chuckling at his first statement, "Luna wouldn't do something Like that without a good reason." He continued, of course he was siding with Luna.
"Her emotions getting in the way is not a good reason." I said, turning on the shower to wash out the mixture of soaps and chemicals, "You just don't get it, you know what, I'm hanging up." I hissed, my anger increasing when Raynoir laughed.
"Whatever you say, just don't fumigate yourself while cleaning." he said before the line went dead. 
Bitch.
I need a drink. I thought as I took off my latex gloves, I made the trek to the kitchen,  I took out a bottle of Jack Daniel's, whatever the hell that was. It was halfway done, probably, most likely, Luna's doing. I brought it up to my room. 
I opened the lid on the bottle, cautiously sniffing it, it didn't smell bad, I inhaled sharply before taking a swig. I grimaced as I deciphered the taste, it wasn't bad but it also wasn't good. It was ok. 
"You're not supposed to be underage drinking." 
I choked on my spit at the sound of a voice, I didn't need to turn my head to see that it was Delta. At least it's not Luna.
"I'm going to be turning twenty-one soon anyways." I mumbled, taking another swig from the bottle, grimacing once more as I forced a swallow.
"In  eight months, you don't even like the taste of it." she hissed quietly, crossing her arms over her chest as she stepped more into my room, closing the door behind her.