Monster or not?

                                    

                                          
Scarlett's Pov
I didn't waste time chewing and nearly swallowed the whole steak just so we could move to the living room asap. 
This was what I’ve been waiting for. I thought I'd only get answers if they'd allow me to be with dad alone, but I was finally going to get the truth I've been dying to hear ever since I gained consciousness of the fact I don't really have a mother —which is kinda an important factor in the production of me. 
“Easy, they're not gonna change their mind if you take two extra minutes.” Theo drawled out coming to my side and sitting on the chair previously occupied by his mother. 
While dad had to go to the loo real quick and Mateo followed to keep an eye on him, Genesis, Jude and Noah had moved to the living room to sit down for the conversation. Which left Theo and I and my not-so-empty plate behind. 
I shoved another piece of cauliflower in my mouth and gulped it down with some juice, ignoring Theo's advice. 
“I'm done!” I announced with a horrible amount of enthusiasm radiating from me. 
“Should I get your coffee cake or you’ll eat it tomorrow?” He asked and I realized I was about to accidentally leave without my dessert. 
I stretched my arm and grabbed the box, putting it on my lap. “I'll eat it before sleeping.” 
Theo pulled my wheelchair out of the table, dragging it to our destination of answers. I'm being too dramatic but when your whole life is turned upside down because of one truth, it becomes too important. 
As we went to the living room I looked back, sensing Theo wasn't in a pleasant mood due to the conversation that awaits us. But I still wanted to take the chance and ask a small question. 
“Do you know what they're gonna tell us?” 
“Yes.” 
“You always knew?”  
He took a moment to answer. “I was twelve when he ran away. Our parents didn't tell us anything about the Mafia shit that young. Until another three years, I only knew he ran away after killing you and a few soldiers.” 
“Who told you?” 
“Our mother.” Your mother. 
“And you believed her without hearing your dad's side?” I fisted my hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, hoping he won't kill me for the straight up offensive words. 
“Just like you believed him without hearing mom’s side.” 
But I’m willing to listen to her —even if I've already picked a side. 
“He didn't kill me but… are you still mad about your soldiers?” 
Unsurprisingly, he didn't hesitate a second before answering. “Casualties happen in our line of work. Everyone signing up is well aware of it.” 
It sounded like a pure stone-hearted psychopath’s reply. Theo didn't have an ounce of sympathy for those who lost their lives stopping his family's prisoner. 
I guess that's the Mafia morals; people are only numbers to them. 
“But we do provide a good compensation for their families.” He added as an afterthought, probably sensing the shift in my mood. 
As we neared the living room I heard the same yelling of dad and Genesis. But I didn't panic because I knew they weren't alone to get a chance for an angry make out session again. 
“...wait till I tell her how you betrayed-” Genesis fell silent as Theo cleared his throat, making everyone aware of our presence. 
She exhaled and sat back pretending like her voice wasn't at a deafening pitch minutes ago. Dad came to my side and helped me shift to the sofa opposite from her and Noah hurriedly took the seat next to mine.