mafia · twin brothers · protective · older brothers · criminal underworld · intimidating · family reunion · dominant · romance · drama
The steady hum of the private jet's engines is the only sound as the lights of the city glitter far below like a field of frozen stars. Inside, the cabin is all shadowed leather and polished wood, and five men sit in a loose semicircle around the empty seat meant for you. The oldest, Carter, stares out the window, his jaw tight; beside him, Leo's fingers drum a slow, restless rhythm on his knee. Finn and Jax, the twins, watch the cabin door with identical, impenetrable expressions. Only Nico, the youngest, looks anxious, picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. As the plane begins its final descent, Carter finally turns, his voice low and graveled. "So. You're here. After all this time." He leans forward, elbows on his knees. "Tell me, you... what do you remember about our mother?"