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Changing into her tracksuit with her fluffy socks she left her room with a new attitude, she was going to find out what they were hiding.
So far she knew that they had access to information about other mafias, owned guns and daggers and that was about it.
Taking her seat at the table for dinner she analysed they boys as they came in, they weren't on high alert so she didn't have anything to worry about at the moment.
She said grace and started eating.
"Donatello,"
"Yes, Iris,"
"What do you do for work?" She questioned innocently, but the boys immediately tensed up at her question.
'Tensing up at a simple question like that, my mafia senses are tingling,' she sung to herself.
"I own a stream of hotels, and oversee multiple shares within different businesses," he replied casually.
It was a believable lie, a lie she would have believed had she not seen that secret room a few hours ago.
"Cool,"
"What sparked your sudden inter-" his phone started ringing cutting him off.
He shared a look with Nazaire.
"I have to take this," he said dismissing himself from the table.
"Why'd you want to know what he does anyway," Dante interrogated.
"Yeah is it all part of your plan to-"
"Don't start, either of you," Nazaire warned as he looked between Dante and Valerius.
Dante rolled his eyes and Valerius glared before they went back to eating their food in silence.
Iris was getting sick if this, she didn't ask to be adopted, she didn't ask to be brought into their world. When she found out she had a choice she was going to say no in a heartbeat.
But then she found out it was what Amalea wanted so she said yes, no questions asked. That was what she did without even realising, put other people first.
But maybe agreeing to all this was too much, she had a choice and she didn't want to stay here if all she would get were the little digs, she wanted to go back to California.
That didn't make her a bad person, did it?
Taking her plate to the sink Iris started clearing the plates, she then began washing them and cleaning the kitchen. It brought her a sense of control.
"You know you don't have to do that," Lorenzo started.
"I know, but I want to, and back when I was at the foster home we all took turns helping out,"
"Like in Annie,"
Iris's soft giggles floated through the air.
"No, Mrs Wood was nice and it wasn't that bad,"
"What about your old foster home,"
He noticed Iris tense and made a mental note to ask Donatello about her old life.
"The one with my foster parents or the one where I waited to be fostered,"
He took a cloth and started wiping down the surface, "The one where you met my mum,"
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Brotherly Love
Teen Fiction'Blood is thicker than water.' A phrase that has been past around throughout the ages, reminding us that familial bonds will always be stronger than the bonds of friendship and dare I say, love. A phrase that was also misquoted. 'The blood of the c...
