At 17, Molly was the youngest of Caio and Matheus, professional assassins in the service of Teodoro. Despite growing up surrounded by the mafia, the young girl remained oblivious to her family's business. This innocence was a cause of concern for her brothers, who, aware of the dangers surrounding them, knew that Molly's ignorance put her at risk.
Raised in isolation, Molly was a young woman of medium stature with long brown hair. Despite her lack of experience with the world, she possessed great intelligence and perspicacity. As the daughter of the mafia's madame, her mother harbored the desire for her to find a good man to protect her within the mafia, much like she had done herself, shaping Molly into a beautiful, vain, and attractive young woman, raising her to be a perfect bride and nothing more.
However, witnessing her family's preparation for an imminent departure without knowing what was happening behind closed doors was torture for Molly. The anguish of uncertainty and the feeling of helplessness in the face of the unknown consumed her.
"What a pain! Why do they never tell me anything?" Molly grumbled as she passed through each door, her brown eyes burning with curiosity.
Downstairs, her father paced back and forth, restlessness evident on his face. Molly sneaked into the living room, watching her brothers Caio and Matheus frantically packing their bags.
"Dad knows what will happen if we stay. We have to leave before the war starts," Caio whispered, his voice laden with fear despite his attempt to disguise it. At 24, he was the middle brother and had a little more experience in the mafia world.
"I know," Matheus confirmed indifferently, the eldest and grumpiest son at 30. Neither of the brothers had married yet, having managed to escape arranged marriages arranged by the family, even though they were advantageous. "We should have allied with another mafia," he suggested, casting a dark look at Caio.
"You know that means death unless it was an ally. But the only ally we had is the one who is going to start killing everyone because of Teodoro's billion-dollar debt."
"That scoundrel!" Caio growled, slamming his fist on the table.
"But we are cautious, we won't wait for them to close all the loopholes," Matheus grumbled as he organized his bags,
unaware of the sister watching him from the crack of the door.
"Come in, little sister," he invited gently, revealing that he had seen her. Matheus, although strict with everyone, was kind to Madson, his only weakness. She was his soft spot.
Madson timidly met his gaze before entering the room.
"I've told you not to lurk," he reprimanded her, but soon enveloped her in a tight hug that made her complain of pain. Matheus was tall and strong like a soldier, and his tattoos Hidden beneath the dress shirt only heightened his dark aura. His face was usually grumpy, but he always made an effort to smile at his sister. Caio, the younger brother, wasn't much different, just a bit leaner with a gentler expression. Both adored Madson.
"What's going on?" Madson asked, sitting on the bed to help fold the still stacked clothes.
"Actually, it's what's going to happen," Matheus corrected, returning to empty the wardrobe.
"Hey, little peach," said Caio, the younger brother, rising from the armchair and sitting beside her on the bed. He leaned his face into her hair and sniffed. "Ah... This is it! It's an incredible smell, makes me want to bite and tear a piece off," he said seriously, making Madson take him seriously.
"Oh! You can't do that!"
"But the smell of this fruit... Mom has to stop stocking up on this shampoo. One day, you'll be cannibalized," he said, holding back his laughter.
"This is my favorite, you guys always complain," grumbled Madson, sulking.
"Usually it smells like crap; sometimes it makes me feel nauseous, and other times, I feel like peach is my favorite fruit, but I don't even eat this fruit," commented Matheus without looking at them.
"Uhm... I've never eaten peach either. Seems to be a difficult fruit around here."
"But, on the other hand, you smell from head to toe," Caio added, still holding his sister's hair over his nose.
"Mom gives you a lot of these creams. Can you smuggle some for me?" Caio asked.
"They're for girls."
"I know, if I get some of those, I'll definitely think of which girl I can give them to. Maybe my future wife," Caio said thoughtfully, as if he already had someone in mind.