Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157

My baby!!!!! Mumma comes running at me as we enter my childhood home.

Mummal

1 embrace her tightly before she pulls me back at arm’s length and inspects me. She leans in close

enough to whisper.

“I heard our training has paid off.” She winks.

“and Dad didn’t freak out like I expected him too.” I smile triumphantly.

“I told you they would come around eventually.” She pats my arm before moving behind me to

Mason with open arms.

“Come here darling. I’ve missed you.” She pulls him down to kiss him on the cheek and give him a hug before looking at Nico, who looks a little out of character, slightly uncomfortable and probably not knowing what to do.

“Well?” She stands with her arms open. “Come on and give your new Mumma a hug.”

He grins devilishly over her shoulder at me as he scoops Mum up in a tight bear hug, her feet leaving

the floor as she squeaks and he shakes her side to side a little as he hugs her.

“Alright, wow. A little eager this one.” She pats his shoulder and laughs as her feet find the floor again. “Come on, dinner’s waiting for us.” She ushers us into the dining room where my father’s and brothers are already waiting.

“Isla!” Mia yells, getting up from the chair in between my brothers and running over to me.

“Mia!” I give her a hug and when she pulls back, I grab her hand inspecting the fat diamond ring on

her finger. I look from it to my brothers who are standing

behind her with their chests puffed out in pride.

“You like it?” Kaiden asks.

“Meh.” I shrug, feigning disinterest.

“It cost us almost half a million! Is it really not good?” Hunter looks worried.

I giggle and he frowns. “It’s lovely, brothers, really.”

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Dads 4 coille, as my three fathers came to kiss he and thate Mason and Nico’s hands.

sit, eat, we have much to dieruce My dad cage, gesturing to the table. Dinner is pleasant, the tension from last time is no longer prevent at everyone chats happily around the table. When the

es en to fill my glace with wine, Nice holds up his hand and shakes his head politely, doing the

xame for himself and Mason. Guess we’re all on the sober train now. Mia and my brothers sit across

from me, and she looks so happy, more carefree but controlled than I’ve seen her for a long time.

She looks almost innocent, if I didn’t already know about the skeletons we had acquired in her

closet. As dinner finishes up then men around the table stand, I stay seated with Mia, knowing that

I’m not usually invited to these ‘meetings of sorts.

“Isla.” My dad says and 1 look at him curiously as Mum wraps her hand around his arm and smiles

warmly at me.

“Yeah?”

“Your mother…” He stops when she pinches his arm and sighs. “We, think it’s best if you’re included

in tonight’s interrogation as it has already involved you.”

I gasp, jumping from my seat and clapping my hands once before lowering them to my side and taking Nico’s arm to mirror my mother, doing my best to keep the smile off my face but failing

miserably.

“Very well, father.”

Nico winks at me as everyone begins to leave the room and I let the grin spread fully across my face.

Fucking finally!

The basement where our holding cells are is…disgusting. Do we really keep people here? It’s damp and the lights flicker as we make our way down the corridor of the concreated space that’s separated

into cells with large iron bars. Kaiden and Hunter took up to their room and said they wouldn’t be joining us tonight. My father’s, mother, Nico and Mason all stand in front of a single cell at the end of the walkway before Dad unlocks the cell and walks inside. I stand a little further back, enough to

see but not be in the way. I don’t want to fuck up this opportunity to be a part of it.

A man in his late 50’s sits on a plain iron bed with his head down. I remember him from a few family events we’ve hosted. Miguel. Head of the Mexican Cartel. What did I ever do to this fucker to warrant killing me?

“Miguel. You tried to have my daughter killed.” My father states Miguel lifts his head in a sneer.

“I did not!” He spits.

My father pulls out a stack of pictures from his suit jacket and tosses them on the floor. They scatter at Miguel’s feet who huffs out a breath and glares at my father.

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