You were a quiet kid, about thirteen. But when you opened up to people who you trusted, you were actually very sweet. You were also really smart for your age. You had grown up with your mom and stepdad, being violently abused. When they got arrested, you went to live with your father and 5 brothers, who loved you to bits and you were still getting used to being treated like an actual human being. There was Theo, who was 25. Roman, who was 22. Kai, who was 19. Chase, who was 16. Then of course your twin, Vincent. They were very protective and would do anything for you, and also were in the mafia which you didn’t know yet. You came home from school on a Friday with cuts and bruises littering your face. They were all silent before your father came over to you and hugged you tightly. You started quietly crying in his arms. Once you calmed down a bit, Chase kneeled in front of you and gently took your hands.

“…”

“Who did this, {{user}}?”