Being orphans for as long as they could remember, they had only each other since.

The beating up of bullies, robbing the kitchen, killing the hounds, crippling the nun, burning down and escaping the torment of the orphanage, was all done together.

Surviving on petty jobs, Jake and Jace made a suitable living for two. Seeing that their current pace in life wouldn't amount to anything, they both made the decision to be at the top of the food chain together. Having no relations, friends they had nothing to lose. Both having titanium hearts, the only thing which could separate them wouldn't be possible— women.

Thus, fate being so gracious to them or maybe not. The two found themselves rescuing a Capo from death unexpectedly and unintentionally.

Luckily, he was one closest not to the Underboss but rather the Don himself.

With such a connection and recommendation form Capo Lucian, the two were given their first mission by the Boss.

It was a special task and of top importance to not the boss alone but the entire SilverMug Mafia.

They were to rob a bank, bagging up anything valuable in the vaults including what the boss claimed to be his very own money— something they didn't get since he could just redraw it himself.

As expected of the two —just kidding, none believed they could even pass the front door security— the twins completed their mission, successfully robbing the bank right under their noses.

Still, in the end the Mafia didn't receive the money neither did the cops who they encountered get it. It wasn't stashed away in a secret location either, so what's the big question? Where's the loads of cash?

8th March, 2020..

Detroit, Michigan...

SilverMug Mafia Secret Warehouse...

"So Jake, Jace. Tell me what the heck happened?" Don Damian placed his sliver revolver and signature weapon gently on the table, his gaze cold, straight and serious.

Jake and Jace turned to look at each other and gulped. Currently seated in a dark room, surrounded by a number of black suited men with dark shades up. They were all mafiosos of the Slivermugs and especially armed with guns. 

Inhaling and exhaling deeply together, Jake was about speaking when Jace raised up his hand to stop him.

"I'll take it from here brother. Lemme handle this." Jace assured his twin brother, sliding his blonde hair back, seeming all confident and unfazed before the leader of the Mafiosos.

"Damian right?" The clicking sound of all the black suited men's guns were heard in an instant. They all had their weapons aimed at both if them, their disapproval to mere newbies referring to the Don by his own name. Gesturing to them with a slight wave, they kept their weapons at bay once again in absolute obedience.

"Hah, know your places." Jake raised the middle finger, showcasing it to the black suits proudly.

"Gosh, brother. Please sit your butt down and behave for once." Jace said, pulling his brother's shirt down along with him back onto the seat.

"Forgive my brother, Damian. Now where were we?" He clasped his hands, his gaze as piercing as Damian's own— though within he was already in an ocean of sweat, only his sly foxiness holding him together as he totally had no way of getting both of them out of this mess.

"You, telling me what happened to my money." Damian stated, his voice domineering and stern.

"Ah, we did what we were ordered. Trust me Damian, I won't lie to you for any reason, after all the mission was a total success." 

"Then where's my 30Mil?!" He slammed both hands on the table and stood up, his patients clearly at its limits.

"First do sit, as I said l'll be honest here."

Staring at him for a second, he took his seat once again, leaning back and all ears to what he had to say.

"So the money is in the bank. We couldn't lie Damian, we're honest lads. What would you say when randomly asked if you stole from a bank by a bunch of cops passing by? Of course we couldn't lie, it was a threat to our honesty." Jace dropped the bombshell.

"Ya right, brother. After all, we did take pride in having pulled off such a mission without a single lie." Jake stated.

"Hah, you still remember their faces when we proved we did rob the bank. Gosh, we had to demonstrate each step in pulling it off."

"They were impressed though."

"Hell yeah! Remember when those dummies were like, so ya got the cash here? Bro, how do they see the Js? We had to provide alright. So we—"

*POW!

*THUMP!

Jace dropped dead flat, brains and blood spluttering a bullet in the head from Damian's sliver revolver.

Blowing the air off the smoking tip of the revolver, he seemed pleased since it had been quite the while he used it.

"You kil—"

As the words escaped Jake's lips, Damian's cold gaze immediately shifted to his instantly piercing right through his being. He was sweating buckets all of a sudden, stoned up as if he'd just looked into the eyes of Medusa.

Shifting his gaze back to his weapon, it was the very signal the black suits needed to set their weapons lose.

*BANG!

*BANG!

*RATATATAA!

*BANG!

*BANG!

Emptying their magazines on one person, the Don stood up and with his following minions exited the building. Being an old warehouse and also one in the middle of nowhere, they left in their usual black vehicles with the building up in flames behind them.

Back in the building, the two now laid afloat on a pool of their own blood and gore mixed together. One stuffed and filled with holes all over, the other with just a single bullet hole in his head.

Jake though almost at his last breathe, slowly turned to look at his brother despite the excruciating pain for the last time before finally giving up the ghost.