Westside

Chapter 24 - What the actual literal physical FUCK is wrong with you

Luke

Seeing Ryder be so protective of Brook-Dylan was amazing.

He played the role I could never.

No I don't like Dylan romantically, that would be disgusting. She's adopted, and has 4 older brothers.

Shawn Sorelli, Dante Sorelli, Daniel Sorelli...

And me.

Our biological father was too involved with the mafia to care for his children, except when Danny said he wanted in, dear ol' dad was over the moon.

Our dad's name is Terry. Terry Sorelli.

Dylan's head of security and personal bodyguard.

And Danny is her best friend in the world.

Of course, I know all the shit she went through. Danny would keep me updated on her and her condition, naturally. Quite nice really. A brother who's looking out for her in the business, a brother who's looking out for her at school, and soon Shawn's gonna come home and he'll help watch out for her when she's traveling.

According to Danny, Dante is in a cell in their basement. And he had to pretend to hate Dante.

It'll only be like this until we tell her the truth.

But anyways, that Emma bitch has no fucking clue who she's dealing with. All of the Sorelli children know how to fight.

It's just unfortunate that Dylan doesn't have Dad's last name. Dad tried to pass the mafia to us, but none of us took it. While we would've loved to lead it, if Dylan was boss then she would have to be near us.

And that's when Dad decided to be security instead.

The boys don't know that I'm Dylan's brother. I've had to act different just so nobody gets even the slightest bit suspicious.

I just can't wait until we can be a true family.

If she accepts us.

Dylan

Today is Friday. War day.

Naturally, I didn't go to the hellhole.

(I'm talking about school)

Currently, we're all dressed in our fighting gear. For girls, it's black leggings, black combat boots, a bulletproof vest, and a black shirt over it. For boys, it's the same just not with leggings. We have a belt with a gun holster and extra ammo, a thigh holster, and knives in our boots.

Ok so there's also extra people who are helping me and my gang because according to Dante, there's around 60 FUCKING PEOPLE COMING FROM THE LIONS DEN! That's what they call their base, the Lions Den.

It's lame right?

"Alright let's do another head count," I say for the 50th time while we sit in the living room.

"D, you just did one. It's fine," Jason tries to calm me but I shake my head. We done stuff like this before, but never with so many members.

"Everyone just shut the fuck up for a second so I can check okay?" I snap and the room goes silent. "Ok uhm I'll check guards and senior fighters first. Chris, where are y-nevermind you're right there. Amanda and Mariano there you are, Vanessa, check, uhh ok everyone else...ya y'all are here. Good. Ok, Jason, TJ, Bri, Maggie, Jake, Danny..." I pause and look around.

"Dylan is everything-" Zyanna starts.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS DANNY?! WHY HASN'T HE COME DOWN FROM HIS ROOM YET?!" I scream.