The Ghost

36. you forgot who raised me

A few days later, they finally have all of the pieces of the puzzle put together for their escape. Galaxy paces in her room waiting for the moment her parents have both gone to their separate rooms. She moves as silently as her code name suggests, but her nervous energy is trying it's best to infect the others. Rosie knows that her sister is restless, and her fear keeps increasing the longer their parents take. The other 3 girls know that the sisters are completely abandoning the chance to have a normal life, so they have a sadness surrounding them. Mark is waiting with Jace to make sure he stays calm and doesn't give their plan away.

When they finally hear the last of their parents, Each child sets their timers for an hour, giving the drugs they roofied them with just enough time to hit their max effect. Mark had slipped some of it in each of his parents favorite night caps to make sure that they would be out after it ends.

Once their timers go off a head peaks out of each bedroom door. They head to the cars placed in the front drive that they had managed to load over the last few days with their essentials... and a few toys for Jace. The group starts a call between all of them so they can talk with each other over the drive and not feel as alone.

"Alright guys, we're heading to my base, so I'm going to lead the way. Try to keep up." She announces through the phone as she drives off of the property.

Halfway through the drive Rosie asks in shock, "Wait what do you mean your base?"

Galaxy rolls her eyes, "took you long enough to ask," she teases her little sister. "I started an anti-mafia group while I was studying abroad. We have bases in every major mafia city in the world. My ultimate goal is to take out every mafia in the world, so that there are no ways for them to take advantage of another person again."

"Wow!" Everyone says together in amazement as if they timed it.

Galaxy just speeds up in slight embarrassment as if trying to get away from their voices despite the fact they are on the phone with her.

When they finally reach her base and Galaxy has shown them to their rooms, Mark pulls her into an empty room for a talk. "You do realize that there is no fucking way that you will ever be able to destroy the mafias for good right?"

She sighs out, "Of course I know that. That's why we waited till you had fully established your control before leaving. I'm working with a few other mafias as well and for those who are safe, have to follow my rules like gently lowering the dosages that their clients are taking so that their addictions are getting better without them realizing it. Also I'm making sure that they are providing a space that will actually be safe for them to use. As for the other pieces of their businesses, they are trying to limit the number of casualties with those as well."

Mark is speechless for a moment. When he finally speaks he has a bit of disappointment in his voice, "Well there go my plans."

"Wait what plans?" her curiosity peaks.

"Umm... I was planning on asking you to be the next Don or donna whatever you want to call it. I don't want anything to do with the position." he mutters out begrudgingly.

Her confusion grows more, "Wait, is that why you wanted me to get the paperwork signed so badly? I thought you were ready for it!"

"No..." He hesitates "...I've kinda... been... planning this... since... you know... the day you were sent away..." As he continues his voice gets higher and higher as her face gets more and more angry.

"We've been planning this for 2 years and you never thought to mention this to me!"

His nervousness increases, but he tries to argue with her anyways, "Now hold on a second. Your plans seem super complicated, wouldn't you rather be watching the actions yourself then rely on some sleazy mafia man who grew up being told money is everything?"