Sofia, we noticed had made a dash to the living room the moment I started yelling at mom.

She was sitting on the sofa and staring at the wall when we entered.

I handed my burner to her, indicating her to call dad.

My mom had reluctantly agreed to call dad and tell him about our little situation.

She took the burner phone from me, I had made her leave her phone in the parking lot, these things were super fucking traceable and sat on the sofa opposite to Sofia's, I sat next to Sofia.

She dialed a number both mom and I knew by heart and put it on speaker. Dad picked up instantly.

"Keeley!" he said his voice a mixture of relief and anger and love.

My mom was quiet for a moment before replying.

"Damien." my mom said back with sadness leaking from her tone.

"Thank the lords you are safe I had spent the whole month looking for you two. Where are you? What were you thinking? You should have at least informed me before changing your address. And how in the name of all that's holy and pure did you leave from under the nose of my guys?" my dad bombarded my mom with questions and his tone getting more and more relaxed and joking, the way he talks to his family with each question.

My mom chuckled.

Oh, they are so in love with each other and yet are idiots.

"Oh Damien I am my father's daughter after all," she said with all the sadness from her voice gone.

"Where are you both right now? And now that you are calling me from a burner I assume either you don't plan on telling me or you are hiding from someone else."

Before my mom could speak I snatched the phone out of her hand, "Dad we need help." she would have edited the help part. *mental facepalm*.

I told him the whole story patiently from us escaping to us reaching Edgewood with all the drama included. I hadn't told both my parents about Ash yet though.

"So Rosie tell me exactly what you need now?" he asked me still sticking to the stupid nickname he had adopted for me, I rolled my eyes.

"Well, first of all, a location change and no we are not coming to New York, don't even think about it, dad," I said before he could say anything.

"Just some different place right here in Edgewood. More secure."

"Second, send some men over here."

"Third can I please have your blue Porsche now?" sue me I am a sucker for that car.

"Yes, Yes and No," my dad said controlling his laughter.

"Please"

"No"

"Pretty please."

"No"

"Dad, don't you love me?" I asked with as much fake disappointment in my voice as I could.

"FINEEE now shut up. And I am sending Nate too," he said.

And I heard something in the background that sounded much like -I knew you love her more than me- if you haven't guessed already that's my dear brother.

"That asshat is listening through phone right?" I asked

"Yup!" my dad said and I heard a groan in the background.

"Bring back my headphones idiot or you will be sleeping in the backyard of whatever place dad decides to put us in."

"I won't."

"You will, you stole them even though you had your own."

"Your mistake you left it in my room," he said.

"No you liar, I left it in your car." I pointed out.

"Same difference," he mumbled

"Shut up, kids!" my mom and dad said at the same time.

See told ya. In love and idiots.

"Give the phone to your mom." my dad said. I gave it to my mom again.

"Remain inside I will send people and everything over in...Well at least 6 hours," he said.

"I love you, Keeley," my dad said as affectionate as ever.

Sometimes it was hard to imagine my dad as the terrifying American don.

"I love you more Damien," my mom said back.

Aww.

"Ughh PDA from parents. Ew!" my twin cried out, I rolled my eyes.

Oh did I forget to mention?
we're twins.

'Really if my awesome self was not part of your brain I would call you an idiot.' Dunkers rolled his eyes as well as me.

Our family, no matter how dire the situation, we are always light-hearted when together.

So I think it's time I cleared it all up.

I am the daughter of the American don Damien Wild, the most feared person in the history of all times, he inherited the power from his father as the only child.

My paternal grandfather was the most wanted man in America in his time but his son, my father, shifted the power around and became a wealthy but law-abiding businessman in the eyes of law.

He ruled and used the power to get rid of human trafficking rings (still does) and stuff like that. He also built up 'the Naro pharmaceuticals' which is basically now a big ass chain of medicines making company all over America and Italy (thanks to my mom's father's backing to my dad).

So if you haven't already guessed my father shuts off the illegal drug gangs and sells the stuff legally in his elite clubs.

He is blonde with green eyes and my mom is a ginger with blue eyes, but we (I mean Nate and I) somehow turned out with brown hair and brown eyes.

'Sometimes I wonder if you two are adopted,'

Shut it Dunkers let me go on with the story.

My mom and dad had an arranged marriage. It was kind of a truce between the Italian mafia and the American Don. But they soon fell in love. My mom as you can guess was Italian and kicked my dad's ass around a lot but she did not like the life of living in constant security and boundaries.

She wanted to go in hiding and live a normal life for once and give the same chance to her kids and my dad as a sucker he is for my mom complied and got her a small home near the beach in Florida. He, however, had to do a lot of back and forth from New York and Florida. He didn't mind,  he taught both of us how to fight and trained us up in any sort of self-defense possible.
My mom did not like this and said normal kids did not know how to shoot a gun and this was the point when they got in a really big argument.

We were 12 then. And my brother chose to go live in New York with Dad (he is fucking terrified of water let me tell you), me, however, I refused to go to any place where I couldn't surf, so both my parents kind of won half-half argument. My mom got me and Dad got Nate, though I think our parents would have been just as happy swapping us. My dad taught me surfing and swimming which became my passion, while my mom taught Nate how to drive (oh and trust me my mom has been in formula 1 and knows some serious shit about driving), so that became Nate's passion.

I was never that interested in cars but Nate taught me how to drive those race cars.

My mom had already named me Rose Wilder and herself as Keeley Wilder instead of Wild.

This change was enough to keep our identities hidden. Only two people knew the truth about our family,
First my best friend Sofia Dean and Second my brother's best friend Ethan Klutzs.

And Ethan, I had a hope now, was Alive and this had shifted me into old Rose who was a serious badass not someone who hid and ran from her problems, one who occasionally got drunk and threw up on the neighbor's front door, one who raced her bicycle in ocean just to see who far it will go (Don't ask me the results).

I guess you get it

I had turned back to a badass.

I don't know why but I felt the need to clear all of Rose's family situation up.

I took this turn on Rose's personality and family way too abruptly and without any warning for even me to understand it clearly. So I thought the readers and me both deserved a fucking explanation.

I will clear up Ash's history too, soon enough, don't worry.

Byee

Next update: 25 November 2019