Triplets

This was not what I had in plan when they had said I was going to help them take my father down.

I was once again in a situation that made me question the type of luck I had.

The room I was currently in was cold and damp, and I think there was moss growing on the walls.

I shivered, shifting my attention to something more important. And that was the fact that my wrists were chained to the wall, the metal biting into my skin.

Why the actually fuck would they chain me up like an animal? I wanted to scream but I controlled myself, trying not to show weakness,

Even though every shift against the cuffs sent fresh pain shooting up my arms.

A flickering light above cast uneven shadows across the stone walls, making the place feel even more claustrophobic.

My brothers knew what they were doing when they put me in here. Movement in front of me had my head snapping up, my eyes meeting three identical pairs of eyes.

Luca, Matteo, and Nico stood in front of me, their faces hard and unreadable.

What do they want?

I waited for them to speak, each of us staring at each other blankly. Like they were waiting for me to speak first.

When they finally realized I wasn’t going to be saying anything, Luca finally decided to speak

Luca's voice was sharp. “Tell us about your father—his allies, his weaknesses, his movements.”

I glared at him, refusing to give in.

Was he expecting me to sing to him while in chains?

 “Get this off me first.”

Matteo smirked, stepping closer with that same smug confidence that made my skin crawl. “Still trying to call the shots? That’s cute.”

I let out a growl, glaring hard at him. He really had no plans of taking the chains off me.

I yanked against the cuffs, making them rattle loudly in defiance. Matteo’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “You think you’re in control?” he teased. “You’re not.”

He looked like he enjoyed seeing me struggle, like my helpless position was a turn on for him and he loved it.

Matteo was sadistic like that and he never hid it.

Nico, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. His voice was calm but firm. “Answer the questions, Amelie.”

My eyes shifted to him, going over his features. He looked just like his brothers, they were triplets after all.  But the differences in their personality was obvious.

Luca was the leader; he was the obvious mastermind. They were equals but he was still om top. It has always been that way between then. He was the calm one, icy.

Then Matteo, sadistic as fuck. He is the manipulator, getting tangled with him would either leave you in tears or without a head.

Nico was the last of the brothers. He seemed chill with being the background character, and doesn’t speak much.

One face, but three different characters.

“I suggest you start speaking before we start getting ideas on how to make you talk,” Luca threatened and my eyes snapped to him.

I knew he was serious about his threat and my heart raced as I held his gaze

I clenched my jaw. “My father will come for me,” I spat.

Nico didn’t even blink. “Let him come. We’re ready.”

Silence thickened the air, pressing down on me. Their confidence unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.

Luca crouched in front of me, his face mere inches from mine. His grey eyes locked onto mine, intense and unwavering. “You think he cares about you?” he asked quietly, but there was a dangerous edge to his voice., one I couldn’t ignore.

“We both know the truth—you’re just a pawn to him.”

A pawn that can be disposed of when it loses its value. I knew that much.

My heart raced, but I forced myself to hold his gaze. “And I’m just a pawn to you too, right?” I shot back.

I’m only here because they need me to take down father, what difference does it make them from him?

They were just like him.

Luca’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. “Maybe. But at least we’re honest about it.”

The flickering light made his expression even more menacing, and for a moment, the room seemed smaller, the walls closing in around me.

I wasn’t given a choice in this, I was never given a choice.

Matteo leaned against the wall, watching the exchange with a grin that never quite reached his eyes.

He pulled out a length of rough rope from his pocket, letting it uncoil slowly. It had been a few minutes and I made no move to speak.

 “Let’s see how long that loyalty of yours lasts,” he said, his tone playful but filled with dark intent.

I clenched my fists, refusing to show fear even as dread curled in my stomach. They wanted me to break, to give up everything I knew. But I wouldn’t make it easy for them.

“What do you even want from me?” I demanded, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me.

Matteo shrugged. “Information for now. Cooperation later.”

“And if I refuse?”

Luca’s smirk faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look. “Then we get creative.”

I swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. They weren’t bluffing. These men had survived hell, and they wouldn’t hesitate to drag me through it too if it served their purpose.

The room grew colder, or maybe it was just the fear settling into my bones. But I knew one thing—this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.