"Mother of your brothers. Rachel decided that," he said.
"Oh, my God... and you let this woman control you? I'm disappointed," the girl exclaimed with a disapproving frown directed at her father. This was the third time she had addressed him informally. The boys exchanged puzzled looks, torn between the mention of their mother and whose side to take.
"Deymiara, watch your words!" the blond warned firmly.
"Oh, what did I say wrong?" the brunette shrugged, her shoulders rising and falling. "It's just the truth, plain and simple." She picked up her glass and walked off to her room, her grip on it betraying her frustration.
After a few minutes, there came a knock at her door, and Grace walked in. He carried a small white box in his hands, clicking it open before settling down nearby.
"Let me see your hand," he said gently.
"Why?" the girl hissed suspiciously.
"If you managed to hide it from everyone, don't think I'm unaware," the brunette smiled. "You're always hiding things."
He lightly touched her fingers with his own, causing her to flinch slightly. As he examined the wound, he spoke.
"I saw it when you clenched the glass. If I were in your place, I'd have yelled and complained."
"What did you want to tell me? What's this?" she asked, keeping her hand within his reach.
"It's about Julian," he said as he treated the wound.
"Carnera? What has he done now?" the girl lazily asked. Grace smiled, meeting her cold brown eyes with his intense green gaze.
"He... nothing, and you... something."
"Fine, then I'll ask differently. What have I done about Carnera?"
"Done. About Julian?" the brunette continued, and he looked at her differently, causing her to withdraw slightly. "Well, quite a bit. Like killing people in front of him. That's one. You humiliated yourself for him, which amazes me. And overall, you're helping him, even though he's poor," the brunette exclaimed but then muttered softly, "But he's cool and fun."
"Ha, interesting," the brunette laughed, fully comprehending the situation. "I did what I wanted, and you just caught on. I'm bored, little brother, is that not obvious?"
"Alright, just don't get mad," the mafia son smiled carelessly and shrugged. "When they find the bodies, what will you do?"
"Nothing... absolutely nothing," the mafia girl calmly replied. "And why? Foris won't say anything; he's afraid for his fat ass. I know what I'm doing."
"You have a strange look. Have you been to him?" the boy guessed. A smirk appeared on his sister's face, promising nothing good.
Suddenly, Danny burst into the room, startling both of them. He walked calmly toward them, as they both jumped in surprise. In his hands, he held something soft and white.
"Wow! What do we have here?" the young man spoke slowly, looking from the boy to the girl. "Are brother and sister flirting?! Oh my, oh my!"
Deymi slapped her forehead, and Grace grumbled in dissatisfaction.
"Why did you sneak in like that? And what's that?"
"Oh, I'll tell you," Danny smirked, adjusting his wavy hair. "Well, actually, it's for Deymi. I know she adores oversized clothing; she'll get into it and won't come out."
The girl raised a surprised eyebrow as she received the gift. Indeed, it was a gigantic white hoodie, reaching her knees or even longer. She quickly put it on over her shirt. There was a small violet box in one of the pockets, containing two star-shaped earrings.
"Do you like them?" her brother asked. Deymi nodded. She appreciated the gift from her brother, even though she tried to hide it.
Suddenly, Danny got into the bed, grabbed a blanket, and covered them all with it. Just then, Michael entered the room with a tray. He smiled mysteriously, shyly adjusted his glasses, and chuckled.
"I noticed you hardly ate at dinner," he explained. "So, I made... uh... something. If you object... uh..."
Danny and Grace exchanged amused glances and hopped out of bed, leaving Deymi lying there. The mafia son grabbed a tray from Michael and placed it on the bed. The boys then lifted Danny by his arms and legs. Michael started to squirm and shout.
"Hey, what are you guys doing?! I said no! Stop! Have you both gone crazy?!"
The brothers tossed him onto the bed, nearly knocking Deymi off. The room erupted with loud laughter, and when things settled, they all climbed into the bed under the blanket. They started watching some detective movie and munched on chocolate cookies, snuggling up to each other.
Seeing the Mort family getting along is not something everyone can witness. Not everyone can spot the trace of humanity in the Mort family members. They hadn't come so far just to end it there.
Suddenly, a frustrated cry from Grace broke the tranquility. He yelled because of a particularly spicy chip.
"Well, spill it! Did you give me this on purpose?!" the brunette exclaimed, looking at Danny, who, thanks to the noise, pulled his sister closer to himself.
"Grace, old man, calm down. It's just a chip," Danny smirked and replied sarcastically.
The brunette glared at him for a couple of seconds. Suddenly, the boy stood up and walked around the bed, approached his brother... and pushed him onto the floor. A thud resounded.
"What did you just do?!" he hissed, adjusting his hair. "Did you do it on purpose, huh? You little brat!"
"Danny, chill. It's just the floor," Grace retorted, adding a tinge of mockery. Laughter erupted again.