Mistakenly Forgotten

3. Family and Drama

“Get up! You moron.”

Lucas growled in annoyance, as the sharp shining sunrays hit his face directly, while he laid naked from above his torso, the beneath covered with sheets, laying over his abdomen.

He shifted his arms and moved the pillow above protecting his face from what seemed like the sun knocking directly at his large wall sized window that led directly out towards the small balcony.

While the rest of the room shined against the sun with the white walls sparkling of cleanliness and the black furniture, adding a sense of subtility.

“Get the f**k up, you dunce.”

A strong male voice boomed, shaking Lucas vigorously. While Lucas only growled back in response, the other male groaned in agitation, looking at the empty bottles of liquor scattered around the room that he would need a separate moment to put a number to.

He rolled his eyes and stood straight, seeing the trail of clothes scattered around the room, beginning with shirts and coats thrown at the entrance that he definitely stumbled upon as he entered the room, while traces of red lacy bra stumbled down, followed by panties thrown in the middle of the room.

The sound of water running through the showers of the bathroom, attached to the bedroom, whistled.

He felt disgusted, not even wanting to know what had happened in the room and kicked Lucas sharply over his butt.

“What the actual f**k!” Lucas yelled out loud, sitting up straight and finally opening his eyes at once but growled and covered his face, as the sharp sunlight hit him.

“Ugh!” he groaned again, “What the actual hell Nick!” he yelled at his twin/triplet/identical brother, Nicholas.

Nicholas Santiago – the Santiago family’s front man. He, Lucas and Camilla were three triplets of the lovely American/Spanish couple. Born in a rich family and trained in martial combats and gunfights. Due to their peculiar similarities in features but radical difference in maneuver and behavior, Nick was chosen by their father; Alejandro Santiago the notorious money laundering mafia ring lord and world-class hotel enterprise businessman, to be the family’s frontal eye, with handling the clean business of hotel chains and other enterprises.

While Lucas on the other hand was given in the family’s dark business of handling world’s largest money laundering mafia. Even though, the entire family despised his careless, s*x-driven, egoistic, selfish behavior yet they couldn’t be absurdly ignorant towards his combat and valorous skills combined with his appetite for violence; that made him perfect to carry out the family’s money laundering, life-risky business.

“What in heavens f**k is your problem?” he yelled at Nicholas who stood, looking outside the large window, towards the ocean waves that hit the plain white rocks, underneath the house, which stood on the west coast of a private island on Amalfi, Italy. Over the large rock mountain, shining in all the glory was the large square, double story glass mansion that had all its system operated electronically.

Nicholas could hear the blinders on the story below going up, as morning sun shined through the white walls and black furniture interior.

“Besides the fact…” he turned and gave Lucas a scornful look, “… that you took those four freaking clowns with you, that God knows why like to risk their lives for you, knowing how you are a definite screw up, on a high-ended risky, takeover deal; between the Yakuza and Brazilians that only also on a f*****g damned cruise! You’re asking what else is my problem?”

Lucas rolled his eyes, throwing his head back and picked a half-empty bottle of bourbon placed on the side-table, gulping down its contents.

While Nick growled and positioned to yell at him again, Lucas held his finger and gulped down all the contents of liquor at once and burped out, speaking up;

“To answer your first questions, those clowns have a much more exciting life than yours. Secondly; it wasn’t even the Yakuzas; well I mean not anymore or at least not until we got to know that they weren’t the Yakuzas anymore and thirdly… wait what was the third thing you said?”

“I didn’t say any third thing because…” Nick trailed off looking over Lucas’s shoulder towards the bathroom door behind him.

A tall, lean, petite blonde entered the room, with nothing but her bare, tanned, wet skin shinning in all her glory against the yellow sunlight.

“Oh!” she gasped, once she saw not only once but two of what she slept with last night. “I mean… am I being delusional?” she chuckled carelessly in her Italian accent.

“Nope!” both Nick and Lucas answering simultaneously.

“Oh, well.” She shrugged and leaned down, pecking Lucas’s lips longingly, “I am exhausted from last night.” She huskily rolled her tongue, against his lips, “I would love to eat something and then let’s get down to more of our business.” She winked, picking up a barely covering lacy robe and tied it around her waist.

“Maybe, make it a little more exciting.” She gave one finally look at Nick and walked out of the room.

Lucas crackled with laughter, “Okay, brother; this might be your first time but let’s get one thing straight, in any case and/or in any situation, our genitals are not to come in direct contact.”

“What the f**k?” Nick growled against and threw another punch at Lucas who dodged it and rolled over the bed.

“You dickhole. To hide away from mom and dad, who you knew would blazing on your ass; you came here, to Amalfi.”

“Jeez! The coast was clear up till only here. I couldn’t get beyond Amalfi. I still had to hide, you know that. So, there wasn’t much room for choice.” Lucas shrugged his shoulders.

Due to their identical features, it was a golden ticket for the Santiagos, which they used to completely overshadow their clean business with money laundering. For the whole world, they only showed that they had two kid, a boy Nicholas and a girl Camila. Lucas, being more instinctive, sharp-witted and compulsive with a definite appetite of violence was sent off to boarding school.

Because, as little kids whenever the two brothers would see blood anywhere; Lucas would laugh his guts off screaming, “Awesome!”. While Nicholas would puke his guts out wincing, “Gross!”

When it came to implying on distinctive laws and moralities; Lucas would choose the wrong and illegal ways of defining a situation, while Nicholas would always find a lawfully correct solution to a problem.

So, the choice was pretty much clear; it was like God created a perfect combination of smart and brave but in two identically looking, separate people.

“You have been in Amalfi for the past two weeks.” Nick growled at Lucas.

Who shrugged back, “I guess that was a choice.”

Nick groaned in agitation, “And why the hell would you send an entire shipment of three million dollars and ammunitions, stacked in the cutlery, that I have no idea about, for my new hotel in New York?”

“Well, you don’t do something illegal and go around telling people.” Lucas smirked, shamelessly marking his way out of the situation as he wrapped a sheet around his torso.

“Oh, for f***s sake! The hotel hasn’t been inspected yet!” Nick complained.

“Then get it done before the shipment is delivered and once the shipment is there my men will take care of the money and arms and consider that silverware a gesture of gift from me for letting me use your shipments.” Lucas smiled with a pat over his brother’s shoulder.

Nick scrutinized Lucas’s hand over his shoulder and pushed it off, “It doesn’t work this way.” He hissed through his gritted teeth. Definitely pissed by his brother’s defiance.

“So, do whatever it takes. Why else did mom and dad have you, in addition to let you take the all that is ever boring and live it in the name of life?” Lucas smugged and turned towards the bathroom.

“Oh, really?” Nick smirked with a haughty look on his face, “Then why don’t you go and ask that to mom and dad yourself, who must be having breakfast with your semi-naked whore.”

“What the f**k?” Lucas startled remembering about the woman, who if his mother saw, would result in his body being buries in the depths of the coast water of Amalfi.

He made out of his room but was disdained by Nick, who held out his foot and made Lucas went stumbling down on his face.

“Owh!” he groaned in pain, his pretty nose, still bruised by the fight with Antonio, tracing out blood.

Nick smiled in satisfaction and triumph, “That is for giving my name again to some Swiss widow of that Brazilian lord, who was yanking me down for a blowjob.”

With said that he reached the doorway and leaned casually, “Oh by the way, I saved your ass again because Mom was going to come down to see you but I told her I would give you head start. So, head start… Mom, Dad and our very six months pregnant sister is coming over.”

Lucas groaned again, with pain from a bleeding nose and agitation of his family coming over.

Well his family was never a very warm and interesting topic for him… well because….

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“Ah! No, I just want a cranberry f*****g juice. This is strawberry, can’t you know a stupid difference.”

Camila yelled, throwing the glass filled with juice over at the poor lady housekeeper, who bent and made a rush towards the kitchen. While Camila smothered her wrecked nerves down, breathing in and out, running a hand over her swollen belly, that indicated the six months of her pregnancy. Her blue eyes shining with warmth, while her rounded cheeks puffed her face but hid behind her center cut brown streaked bob cut hair. She extended her swollen feet over the centerpiece table in front of her and groaned, throwing her head back once she heard the footsteps approaching.

“Please, tell me it’s my cranberry juice.” She groaned and looked up to see her shameless of a brother, agitated at her.

“You are pregnant.” Lucas poked a finger at her belly, taking a seat on the couch adjacent to her and gulping over his brandy.

She rolled her eyes, noticing the half empty bottle in her annoying brother’s hand, “Thanks, late pregnancy home tester.”

Lucas c****d a small laughter, “Have you guys signed a petition to increase the world’s population. What is it like, your fifteenth pregnancy?”

Camila gave him a stinky look, “First of all, it’s my third and secondly; Don’t! Get! Me! Started!” she hissed in a warning tone, “I still haven’t had my cranberry juice.” She yelled towards the east wing, which was the direction of the kitchen.

Lucas shrugged and offered his brandy which only earned him an agitated look from Camila.

The two siblings sat inside the large living area, with white walls and black sofa rests, with navy blue velvet cushions and a white crystal centerpiece. A large black crystal chandelier hung over the centerpiece, with lights reflected against the sunlight and prismed over the black OLED glass walls and projected with a single touch to be a TV. Lucas coaxed and turned the Tv with his phone while Camila continued yelling for her cranberry juice.

“Stop yelling!” a female voice coaxed at Camila, walking inside the living room. Both the siblings turned to look at their mother and father, to have a seat with them.

Alejandro Santiago and Rachel Santiago; the perfect couple as one would describe, still had that machismo and alpha dominance in their stance and coupling as they walked with one another, exclaiming the haughtiness and passion right off their body language and they radiated a perfect picture of bliss. Their hair greyed with major streak and eyes wrinkled around the corners, freckled skin spotted at faces, a scorn stretched around the lips, with wrinkled skin running down their necks but they still would compete hands off against a twice younger couple yet still win; even after thirty-five years of their marriage.

“Hey! I didn’t know you guys were invited.” Camila boomed with excitement, leaping her mother into a hug who simply groaned back in frustration.

“Ugh! Yeah, Nick called in for some emergency because someone was hiding their scared panty wearing ass in Amalfi.” Alejandro butted in and threw cushion over Lucas’s head that was busy changing the channels on the Tv.

He groaned as the cushion hit him, “I wasn’t hiding.” He retorted back,

“Oh! As if a madman would agree to his mental state.” Rachel idiomatically shrugged at the situation.

“Why are you so bitchy?” Camila asked, commemorating her mother’s uncanny behavior.

Rachel groaned and looked down at Camila’s belly, “Says the fifteenth time pregnant pageant.”

The offense was obvious in Camila’s tone as she asked her father, “What the hell is wrong with her?” looking at him for an answer.

He simple shook his head and groaned, “She didn’t get enough sleep last night, hooked over some stupid telenovela marathon.”

“Oh my God! You are the one with mental issues.” Camila pointed out at her mother’s poor choice in TV soap operas.  

“Oh, shut up! Says the one who would name her daughter Abigail, when she should’ve clearly been named after her better, stylish and bold grandmother.” Rachel complained.

“She is named after her grandmother.” Camila explained.

“Oh, not me. But rather that spewing, arrogant crone of a woman.” Rachel retorted pointing her obvious dislike towards her daughter’s mother-in-law. She was an annoying competition for Rachel, as she was a surgeon doctor and always proclaimed herself as a real doctor in front of Rachel, discrediting and refusing to call her a doctor for being just a nutritionist.

“For the last time mom; she was dying.” Camila pointed, “It was her dying wish, how could have I disrespected her.”

“Who would’ve cared, she was already dead by the time Alice was born.”

“First; you call my daughter by her first name. stop using her middle name and secondly, don’t get too touchy about it. We had a gender reveal and it’s a girl this time. I promise, I would name it after you.” Camila smiled sweetly at her mother.

Rachel rolled her eyes, “Oh, of course, I am the least of your priorities and show it well clearly by your exhibition of naming your third daughter after me.”

Camila’s mouth fell open, feeling helpless against her stubborn mother, “I couldn’t have named my son after you.”

“Oh, come on, there are many boys named Rachel, but no, you wouldn’t have cared about me. You just care about that now, caged in a coffin; six feet underground harpy pythoness.”

“Did you just use all your synonyms for a witch, to describe a dead lady?”

Rachel shrugged back.

“Oh, you just hate her because she really put your profession…” Lucas began but trailed off sensing her mother’s burning gaze that sent a clear death threat. He gulped and settled into his seat, trailing back towards the TV

 “I don’t even know why in the hell would we ever need to keep tabs on him.” Rachel pointed at Lucas, “Didn’t you made him into this?” the condemn in her tone towards her husband, being pretty obvious.

Alejandro rolled his eyes and looked at Lucas who was still busy, flipping through channels.

“Dad, is not to be blamed.” Nicholas barged in to the room and took a seat right next to Lucas. “If anything, he is the one because of whom, I called you all here.”

“Oh, come on, how come, I have to be blamed?” Lucas defended himself back.

“Yeah! You’re the one who called us.” Camila jurisdicted Lucas’s side, “Not that I care about you as well. Besides, why the hell are you watching the wall street channel?” she pointed at the economy channel, where two men sat in front of an economy and stalks chart, graphed animatedly.

“It’s for business.” Lucas shrugged.

“You don’t do business.” Nicholas retorted at him.

Lucas’s laughed, “I know right? What kinds of asses do that… oh, wait! Your kinds do!” he demeaned Nick, who hollered back at him, snatching the remote away.

“Hey! Give me my remote.” Lucas charged at him, while Nick only stretched his hand away.

“Hey! If anyone, then I should be getting the remote. Hello? Six months pregnant triplet sister here?” Camila yelled at two, making them stop mid their snatching war.

The two brothers gave their sister one look and burst into laughter.

“Yeah, like that affects us.” Lucas laughed out.

“Fifteenth pregnancy, doesn’t count anymore.” Nicholas retorted and two brothers burst into laughter.

Camila’s anger scrutinized, “You two d***s!” she yelled, throwing pillows at the two, while they continued fighting over the remote.

Alejandro only groaned in agitation, watching his children fight like psychogenic mopheads. A loud blowing whistle boomed throughout the entire room making everyone wince and stopping the three midst of their warzone.

“Enough you s**t heads.” Rachel growled at them.

“I stopped caring about their behavior; ages ago, when I realized you were secretly training them to be what they are.” She scowled at Alejandro.

Everyone sighed, “There she goes again.”

As Rachel began with her usual lecture and everyone almost lipsynced to it.

“But! I did not go through eighteen hours of labor and a life-threatening situation of almost losing my life, to give birth to not just one but three cuckoos who behave like maniacs even after turning over thirty with if may I add not even one child named after their grandmother. I do not have stitch scars from my life-suspending C-section, for this s**t that I did not sign up for,”

“Oh, come on Mama! I will name a ship after you.” Lucas defended only earning a cushion to his face.

“Ugh! You could’ve had your C-sec scar removed off with lasers.” Camila argued her mother, just the usual as always.

Rachel hissed at her, “I… that is the mark of the only time I gave birth. Instead of bumping it up to three different times.”

Her sarcasm was evidently pointed at Camila, who sobbed at her mother’s offending words.

“You promised me you would never taunt me about my single pregnancies.”

Rachel rolled her eyes, “Oh shut it up!”

Camila held her anger and yelled again, suddenly remembering, “Where the hell is my cranberry juice?”

“Here it is.” A long male hand extended in front of her, holding a red juice filled hurricane glass. She took in the glass and looked up to see a handsome tall man with a beard covered, blue eyes, sharp jawlined, young man stood right behind her, bending down to rub over her belly softly, while she leaned into his touch, sipping over her cranberry juice.

“Hey! Seems like you invited the whole family.” Lucas slapped his brother’s head, seeing that their brother-in-law was also there.

“She doesn’t go anywhere without him.” Nick hissed back at him, rubbing her head where Lucas had hit him. The two brothers sat facing the Tv, ignoring the couple who was smothering into one another’s touch. Even though, they had no problem with Xavier, Camila’s doctor husband, who was a well-groomed British gentleman. Yet they still despised and maintained a stealth of dominance and arrogancy in front of him. Just to make him fear them and never try to mess with their sister, even though he showered her with all his love and care and the mere thought of Camila in pain, clenched his heart in agony.

He was in no Mafia; Camila met him when she was in college and got injured in a car accident, while he was a fresh surgeon. He was to stitch her torn limb in her conscious. He had given her sedative which made her dizzy and blabbering resulting in entertaining Xavier, who fell head over heels in love with her. Camila tried ignoring him, while her heart just couldn’t resist. Because she knew that once her brothers would know they would rip Xavier limb by limb.

And that almost did happen, when they were reported on a vacation in Hawaii by Lucas’s men. Nick and Lucas almost beat him to death when they found him stripping naked alone in a hotel room but Camila came in right on time and stopped her brothers.

Any normal person, in their right mind would’ve sworn to never see that girl again, who trifled him into a death trap but it was Xavier. He still persuaded her and finally won her into his life.

“The dinner is ready.” Xavier announced.

“Did you cook my favorite?” Camila exclaimed with excitement and he simply nodded with a brighter smile.

Rachel smiled to see her daughter, showered with all the love and care. She looked up to Alejandro who simply nodded his head.

Lucas and Nick simply groaned in disgust, still not over the man who won their sister’s heart. But their stomachs growled and they knew they had to eat. So, they got up defeatedly and were about to turn off the Tv when they heard Breaking news flash through at the business channel, interrupting the live show.

The old, well renowned TV news anchor, sat over his silver table, that had the channel’s name labeled to it; sitting right inside the studio, he spoke up.

“We interrupt our broadcast to bring you the shocking news regarding to the raid at the newly constructed ‘R&A Intercontinental Hotel’, which belongs to many of the other enterprise hotel chains and co-corps owned by the business merchant; Santiago group of organizations and industries, now handled by their only heir Nicholas Santiago.”

Listening to those words, a wave of silence and terror shuttered through everyone that was standing inside the living room. It was Nicholas’s newly constructed hotel, that he was personally involved in, naming after his late grandfather. Lucas and Nick shared and glance, a cold stealth of horror running through their body while Alejandro picked up the TV remote off the coffee table and turned on the volume.

“The raid was conducted on their newly constructed Hotel in New York by the Commissioner of State Head, armed forces, Jack Gordon. We would now take you to our field reporter, Jennifer O’Kelly, who is present at the sight of raid.”

The Tv then split, with one showing the news studio and other picture framed around a mid-aged blond standing with a wrench coat around her waist, definitely over-shadowing the October weather of the New York city, standing at the main front line of the Fifth Avenue where the new hotel line project situated.

The whole living area with the Santiago family was in a state of utter silence. It wasn’t the first time happening but ever since, Nicholas took over the family business, it was clear cut to the world that the family had no deep impact and roots with any sort of Mafia as Lucas handled that completely separated only using his brother’s shipments and hotels to allocate and transport the money and gun machineries.

But no one had any idea about it, only except their core people. Even those who carried the cargos and shipments only knew that they were related to the hotel business.

The field reporter held a microphone to her face, while stood in front of the camera, the hurdles of policemen walking in and out of the large exquisite pentagon shaped beige building, with the grand alleyway, decorated by roman themed pillar.

“The R&A Intercontinental was raided exactly an hour ago by a team of armed forces, the mission supervised by the Commissioner of the State Head himself. It was estimated that a large delivery of the new cutlery and crockery was to be delivered from Italy, for the hotel that was yet to be inspected by authorities. But the Commissioner raided, centered to the leak of information that money and ammunitions were being smuggled by the Santiago group of industries under the cover of hotel chains. We have resourced that around fifteen million in cash and thirty millions of arms have been recuperated by the Police. For further light on the matter, we take you to the Commissioner Gordon, who orchestrated this raid.”

The camera than shifted from the blond towards an old man, in his vaguely late fifties, a stash of thick mustache rested over his lips, while rectangular thing spectacles rested over his nose, while a thick puff of brown hair with grey streaks of sideburns rested over his head. His skin was rounded by wrinkles but it was overshadowed by the presence of brown thick velvet jacket he wore. He was the State Head Commissioner of armed forces of New York; Commissioner Jack Gordon.

“Commissioner, how long has this ring been carried out by the Santiagos and do you believe that they were framed or involved or whether there are others involved in their laundering ring.” The reporter questioned, turning the microphone towards Gordon.

“There is a relatively long-lost chance whether the Santiagos were being framed; they have a long rooted history of money laundering spread all across Europe. But we won’t let their roots rot our country. They will be questioned square and well; hope they don’t get to fret it with their money, we will do right by our….”

A loud crashing noise screeched throughout the entire room, as Lucas picked up the small crystal globe off the coffee table and hit it right across the TV, smashing it into black.

Everyone shuddered with impact, startled but seethed at his anger. Although, Nicholas was to be directly involved but whoever this commissioner was, her attacked his business and there was no one, who messed with him or mudded his family name either. His blood boiled and temper shot to a meter, which had no limits. There was only one thing his mind knew, saw, understood and wanted, which he gritted under his breath.

“I want that Commissioner’s head on my table.”

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