Ok so I was debating whether to publish this chapter or change it. In the end I decided to publish it as we already on chapter 32 and I want the story to progress a little. It mainly focuses on Marco this chapter.
"I brought coffee" Lorenzo said handing Marco a coffee. They had spent most of the night questioning druggies. The only description they had was he wore all black and a mask . No body could give any distinctive features. They only knew that he was a young male. Some of them spoke so vile about the masked drug dealer that even Lorenzo, who wanted to tear the dealer apart, was sickened by what they said.
They were heading to the house today. The team had arrived just in case the last gang member had started a new gang.
"You look a little dazed, what's on your mind"
Marco just accepted the coffee and changed the subject "when do we go search it"
He had never talk about it with anyone. He wasn't about to start now. His brothers and father only knew bits and pieces but he would never speak about it.
"In an hour so drink your coffee go get ready"
An hour later the two brothers were headed to a a house followed by a team they had with them in case things turned bad. They both wore all black and had weapons both concealed and visible. They didn't expect anyone to be there but just in case.
In alot of ways Marco was very similar to Lorenzo. Both were deadly but Lorenzo was deadlier since he could come as a calm and collected but secretly he would be plotting to kill you. Marco could never contain his anger. He wasn't as strong as Lorenzo or even Leo but he was younger he hadn't had as much training as them.
And their father, Rafael he was on a whole different level of deadliness compared to his sons. Everyone knew not to mess with him. Messing with Lorenzo, that was a bad idea and could be considered signing your death sentence but messing with Rafael, tg
They arrived at the house. It was empty like expected
"Split up look for clues, be on high alert" Lorenzo ordered everyone when they saw no one was here.
Marco wandered off not liking anything about this place. He had a gun in one hand and was in a shoot first ask questions later mood. The house had already been searched by the police so he doubted he would find anything. There was nothing to find really. At least that's what he thought. He had headed upstairs to look in the bedrooms.
Nothing.
They had all been cleared out of personal items. He walked into dozens of rooms and checked them all.
He walked into a room that was a little more bigger than the rest. Again nothing. This had a fireplace though so he stuck his hand up the side to see if anything was hidden and sure enough a book fell.
He opened it and closed it immediately.
It was him.
He was part of this drug gang.
He flicked through the book deciding if it was important to their case. A list of all members and a small photo attached. They were all in prison. So who was the member that wasn't arrested. Was it just a theory. Maybe there was no other member. Maybe it was a trap.
He stared at the page with him on it though as realisation dawned on him. He ran to the bathroom and threw up. Tears gathered in his eyes
He was weak. He couldn't protect them. He screwed up. He was responsible.
It was all his fault.
The realisation hit him again and had him throwing up again. He couldn't help it.
10 years ago
"Skye" a 8 year old boy screamed as he ran after the man who had grabbed her. Only one man dragged him away "Skye. Let her go" the boy screamed again.
Then he spotted Alex and James both being taken by some men. "No. Let my brother's go. Let James and Alex go. Let them go. Take me. They are innocent. Let my Skye go. Please don't hurt them. Please just take me instead. I will do whatever you want just let them go" he begged.
"Shut the boy up Frank" a man ordered.
Frank, the man who had grabbed the 8 year old had a viscous smirk he pulled the boy to the car where his three youngest siblings were sat crying, already being tied up.
"Look at them. You did this. You can't protect yours own siblings. This is your fault. You screwed up and now they are ours" he snapped pushing his face against the glass window.
"Skye" the boy whispered.
"Poor little Skye, she's not even going to remember you. You did this" Frank snarled.
"Fuck you. Let them go" the 8 year old said getting angry at the thought of Skye not remembering him.
Frank laughed menacingly as he dragged the boy away down an alleyway "fuck you? Really original" He laughed menacingly "you don't get to insult me you piece of crap"
And that's when the torture began. The 8 year old couldn't move by the time Frank was done "you could have stopped this, you're weak and pathetic. You were responsible for them you were suppose to protect them" he gave him several kicks mostly to the ribs and then broke the boy's arms.
When Rafael came to pick his kids up from the party he was angry when the parents said their older brother picked them up. He knew for a fact Lorenzo hadn't picked them up. They searched and searched eventually they found a sobbing Marco, beaten and broken in a alleyway near the house.
"Marco " Rafael said rushing to his son.
"I tried. I tried to protect them. I tried to save them"Â he cried.
Rafeal knew what he meant and took out his phone as he hugged his son. The police and paramedics were called and Rafeal had his own men try to track his youngest children.
Marco became closed off after that day. He never spoke about the attack, not to the police, doctors or a therapist. For a few months he didn't speak at all.
He had been traumatised by the events.
10 years later he wasn't a little boy anymore.
He wasnt weak. He remembered the face of the man who attacked him so clearly and yet he could never find him. But he would kill that man for what he did
He loved having the triplets back really but he hated it at the same time. They had been gone for so long because he couldn't protect them. He destroyed their family. He could have done more. He should have done more but he couldn't.
Seeing them daily made him angry, it made him see how weak and pathetic he was back then. How he couldn't save them. How he tried and the result of what happened.
What happened when he tried. It killed him every time he saw Skye.
So he bullied them. He made them his target because he couldn't save them, they didn't remember him, he had to be cold, he had to hate them because when they find out what he did, they will hate him too. At least if they hate him now it wouldn't hurt them as much as when they found out what he had done. How pathetic he was. How weak. How stupid. How dangerous he had become.
That stupid birthday party ruined him.
Despite having them back he couldn't get it out of his head.
He had done alot of shit to try and forget but he never forgot.
Maybe that's why he hated them....they were a constant reminder of what happened that day. What Frank did to him.
Frank. He was one of the men that took them. No way would a man like that just drop them at a care home. No, they obviously kept them here.
Marco remembered his words a few nights ago.
"I bet living with a stupid drug gang like them would have done them good"
No wonder James attacked him. He deserved it.
"because you are all pathetic and no one cares enough to stop them"
He did care. He tried. But he was too weak, he couldn't save them. He failed them.
The pain. Frank. More pain. He couldn't help but throw up again.
He rather have them hate him from the beggining then them realise what he had done and hate him for it.
"you could have stopped this, you're weak and pathetic. You were responsible for them you were suppose to protect them"
"Look at them. You did this. You can't protect yours own siblings. This is your fault. You screwed up and now they are ours"
He didn't even know who Frank was until minutes earlier. He had no idea he was apart of a drug gang. They didn't show all the faces on TV.
Frank's words echoed in his mind. He was a worthless screwup.
"Marco" Lorenzo shouted.
But Marco was a mess. He couldn't help relive the day they were taken from him. How he couldn't save them. And Frank....
"Shit. What happened" Lorenzo said walking into the room. He hadn't seen Marco look so vunerable in a long time.
"Must have been something I ate last night or maybe picked up from those druggies" he lied like an expert.
"Well there's nothing here. Cops cleared this place out pretty good. In the basement it looks like there is dried blood to the walls probably a torture room for their enemies" Lorenzo explained.
Marco found himself throwing up again.
They weren't enemies. They were the triplets.
And he had said such vile words .
"Ok we should get you back. We can go confront the social worker tommorow " Lorenzo said.
"So we aren't looking further into this"
Marco asked.
"There is nothing here. Nothing to look at. The team will stay behind and monitor this building and activity on the streets but that's it for us" he explained.
"I think it's best we leave the social worker alone. I mean they have only opened up to you. When they are ready to open up to us all then we can confront her" Marco said composing himself.
He couldn't be weak.
He knew he had to talk to the triplets first. Maybe the men did genuinely get bored if them and dropped them off at a home. After all they were only 4. They couldn't do anything for them and looking after triplets wasnt an easy task.
Lorenzo thought for a minute but nodded. "I suppose you're right. we will fly back tommorow"