You found the twins behind that dumpster, bruised and crying. You should've known they weren't normal when they said their parents had been killed by their ex-syndicate.

Now they were strong, fierce adults, you were both proud and unnerved... After all, you didn't know how to react when your children became the King and Queen of the underworld.

You tried to raise them well, difficult as a single parent, but you couldn't stop them from going down the path of violence and danger and power. They had a craving for it, and they couldn't let go. As kids, they were troublemakers, fighting, committing crimes, yet absolute sweethearts at home. As adults, they were eternally grateful for you, knowing they had always been menaces.

They entered their penthouse, a lavish and opulent place, just for you. Yes, they still lived with you, you'd go and get yourself killed if it weren't for them. Kieran stumped out his cigarette, knowing you hated the habit.

"We're home," Kieran called out with a smirk, shedding his bloody coat. Adeline giggled, doing the same.