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"i wonder which will get you killed faster--your loyalty or your stubbornness?" lillian hope stone. 23. hacker. messenger. tougher than she looks. killer right hook. "don't worry mother, your child is a soldier."

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Regrets || Xiomara & Donovan

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dxnrcycs‌:

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    In no way would Donovan call the Castro-Reyes Villa a fortress. There wasn’t a building in Lakewood that could take that title either. However, he did believe that it was nicely guarded from any sort of threat. On a normal day, there were plenty of guards making their rounds around the property, as well as inside of the house. Yet, Don thought it to be a nice idea to only put a few men on watch while the BBQ was going on, to allow everyone their fair share of fun and relaxation. In hind sight, that was probably the worst idea ever. Then again, with everyone present, he would have thought that someone was aware of their surroundings.

    After his conversation with Logan, Donovan had returned to his original spot in the Villa, standing between the kitchen and the living room. He was leaning against the wall, watching everyone chat and move through the rooms with plates of food in their hands. Several kids are running around screaming, older cousins talking about sports, the grandparents and great aunts and uncles playing loteria. The associates catching up with one another. It felt real this time, everyone getting along with one another and no one arguing. Donovan truely felt the love.

    However, that seemed to dissapate when several people gasped. There were murmurs and pointed fingers. Time seemed to slow down all together as he turned his head to look out the large glass sliding door that faced the pool. There was a man, wearing black and a bulky vest. Where Donovan is standing, there is a pistol that is concealed in a book on the shelf next to him. It’s a quick movement and he immediately draws the pistol and begins to move forward.

    And then things went to shit.

    He hadn’t seen Xiomara that whole day, he had thought that she had just went out to the carnival instead of being at the BBQ. He hadn’t known that she was home at all. Why the hell would she move in front of him? Why didn’t she just stay back? When the bomb went off, Donovan’s finger was on the trigger, but he had closed his eyes as reflex. Reflex also was to pull the fucking trigger.

    The bomb went off. His hearing is muffled and there is a high pitched ringing. Everything is dark and he can’t breath, there is too much dust. His arm and face are numb. What feels like forever is meerly just a few minutes. Don is face down on the ground, the explosion had twisted him away from the glass door and he’s turned towards the living room now. Or what was suppose to be the living room. He doesn’t feel pain, but as he moves, he feels a bit restricted. Pushing himself up onto his knees, he tries to look around. With the dust still up in the air, it’s hard to see anything and he’s too distracted by the fact that he feels wet. Blood. There is blood everywhere, his arm feels cold, his face feels numb. He touches his face and oh,….there’s stone and glass. Looking down at his arm, it’s already red and puffy. Is it broken? Dread begins to set in.

    He turns around as much as he can, there is way too much stone and drywall around him. Don sees others begining to shift under the rubble. Someone is crying. That ringing in his ear hasn’t left and everything still sounds muffled. Though, there’s a moment of clarity and his stomach drops to the floor.

    Xiomara

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When waking up this morning Xiomara had a nasty pit in her stomach that something horrible was going to happen and of course being the ignorant woman she can be at times; she ignored it. At the cookout every thing felt almost so normal despite almost everyone in attendance was part of the cartel Xiomara became born into. Until the laughter and the voices of those around her die down and becoming replaced with several gasps. Seeing the masked man and a gun extending his arm it quickly made Xiomara remember that this is the Castro Cartel cookout and those she held conversations with worked for her family. 

“Move.” she ordered as the petite Latina began to move through the crowd. Her eyes not leaving the masked figure. Xiomara didn’t know what is causing her to move and wanting to take action, but she knew she couldn’t ignore it. Not when the problem is holding a fucking gun and wearing a bulletproof vest. At first she thought of maybe tackling the figure despite not sporting any weapon of her own. Stupid right? Well Xiomara is known to be impulsive in doing stupid things. 

From the corner of her eye is when she watched the President, her brother, move and aim a gun of his own. Glancing over into his direction made Xiomara put an extra pep into her step. She went from walking fast to practically sprinting. The female Reyes came to a stop between the two and whipped around to face the unwelcomed guest. If a Reyes was going to be shot today, she deemed it should be here. Why you ask? Because she isn’t part of the cartel unlike her brothers. One a President and the other a soldier. One a leader and the other a fighter. 

“If you want to get to him,” Her voice coming off threatening. “you will ha–” 

BOOM!

The sound of what belonged to a bomb reminded Xiomara a split second of the ones she heard on TV. Reality was nothing like what she heard on screen. Everything after that happened so fast before her eyes, but not the the terror nor the pain it came with. When that explosion went off and caused a loud ringing in her ears is when she felt a sharp pain in her collarbone that radiated to her back. Then everything went black. 

…“Xiomara you are to not ask about him no more!” her father’s wrath echoed off the halls of their family home. “Put this Donovan shit to rest.” The scared eleven year old Xiomara watched in fear as the President rose from his seat. A calm yet unnerving horrifying look on remained on his face and that made Xiomara become even more frightened. “Do you understand me, little girl?” he questioned. The eleven year old looks down to her feet and kept quiet. What felt like minutes were only a mere seconds. “Answer me!” he slammed his hands down onto his desk thus making Xiomara jump. 

As if her father were there and slammed his hands down onto the oak desk made Xiomara jump and brought her back from the darkness. Terror quickly settled back into her as she was brought back to reality and remembered what happened. Xiomara’s eyes looked around her to see rubble all around her and on top of her. She was almost in her own little bubble surrounded by debris. Panic began to rise in her as her claustrophobia began to settle in. Barely any light shone in it, but there was enough to see what she saw next. Tears escaped her dark eyes and began to stream down her face–mixing with dust and blood no her face. When trying to move she instantly regret it as she felt one of her legs trapped and there was no miracle of her moving it out from under herself. 

Her clothes (which consisted of white shorts and a white tube tank top) were now covered in dirt, but her clothes were not just dirt nor white anymore–but a crimson color. A color Xiomara knew all too well. Seeing this and becoming more panicked is when she felt the pain before return and this time it was worse as she tried to move. Raising her right hand to her shoulder Xiomara regretted it and screamed out in agony. The realization settled in of her being shot. Her scream became cut off as a harsh cough interrupted it. The taste of iron filled her mouth. “H–..Help!” 

Using her right hand Xiomara began to try to move a few pieces of rubble to allow more light in and for someone to find her. She did her best in not moving her left shoulder. Fighting through the pain and the pleas of her body to give in finally Xiomara felt her hand reach outside the little rubble bubble. As she began to bring her arm back so she could keep pressure on her shoulder and not bleed out anymore is when more rubble fell and this time landing on her arm and pinning it there. Another scream bursted through her chest. “Someone help me, please!” 

No one answered.

Knowing there was nothing more she can do and her phobia become even worse Xiomara began to feel her chest tightening from the anxiety and the terror coursing through her body. I’m gonna bleed out here and die, she thought. The Latina began to attempt to jerk her arm back and under the rubble and when it budge–it cut her. Tears continued to stream down her face and stain it, making her vision blurry. It wasn’t helping though when she felt the beckoning to just sleep and close her eyes. Her gut telling her if she did just that, she may not wake up. 

Suddenly she felt someone grab her trapped hand followed by a voice she recently came to become familiar with. “D-Donovan!” Xiomara gripped his hand tight and could tell as her nails dug into his skin a few were broken off from her literally trying to claw out moments earlier. As she continued to hold his hand, her life line Xiomara felt the pull to just sleep become stronger and her body began to be more weaker. What little adrenaline she had was beginning to wear off and welcome the full blow of the pain from her injuries. “I..” her voice croaky. “I-..I don’t–” Xiomara swallowed back the blood in her mouth to attempt to moist her throat, but it did not good. It felt like sandpaper rubbing against each other everything time she tried to talk. Her grip on his hand slowly beginning to loosen. “I don’t want to die.” As she said those words Xiomara began to sob more. 

“Please, hermano,” Xiomara begged him as she called Donovan her brother for the first time. “I don’t wanna die–please! Please don’t let–NO! Don’t let go of my hand!” She began to cough some more and just allowed the blood to leave her mouth. As she kept her eyes on her pinned arm Xiomara’s eyes shifted as she saw a small hole of light enter her little bubble. He had managed to move some rubble to see her. It was small, but small enough to see Donovan’s face. 

The fight against the pleas of her body to just sleep weakened to the point of Xiomara finally relaxing against her will. She kept her eyes on his face. “I don’t…” her voice soft. The Latina’s eyes began to close on her though manages to open them back up even if it were a little. “I don’t want to die, hermano.” she called him brother again. “please…please don’t let me die.” Xiomara began to say those words to him, to herself, again. Repeating those words like a mantra. 

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→ IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character Name: Lillian ‘Lily’ Stone

Character Age: 23

Faceclaim Choice: Kathryn Newton

Gender and Pronouns: Female, She/Her

Birthplace: Lakewood, Texas

Birthday: July 4

Occupation: Messenger for the Stone Cartel / Hacker

Family: In favour of Stone Family

Position: Messenger

→ BIOGRAPHY

“They tried to bury you, sweet child; but, they didn’t know you were a seed.”

When coming into this world, Lillian was already different from the rest of her siblings. Her mother wasn’t Colleen Stone, but Samuel Stone was the girl’s father–something that will forever tie her to the Stones. No one knows if Samuel or Colleen knew of the golden haired child beforehand, but with seeing the baby bundled in an old blanket Colleen fell in love with her. Taking full custody of her husband’s bastard child and giving her the Stone last name she bestowed the name Lillian Hope onto her. After becoming a Stone, Colleen made it known throughout the household that Lillian is not to know where she truly comes from–that she didn’t become a Stone the same way as her siblings. The truth of her origin and the identity of her biological mother is to stay in the dark with only a handful of people knowing the truth. If Lillian were to ever learn the truth she might not look at the family in the same way ever again.

Thanks to her siblings and especially Raphael, Lillian quickly shown the basic traits of a Stone: tough as nails, loyal like a wolf, and never afraid to get their hands dirty. From an early age the youngest Stone showed she is a true tomboy at heart and had very little to no regards for dresses or anything ‘girly’ like. Due to Samuel not being around that often Lillian looked up to Raphael a lot as a surrogate father even though he is her oldest brother. At times even looked to Naomi as a mother when Colleen was busy, though that wa very rare indeed. Out of all her siblings and on who acted the closest like an actual sibling was Maverick. From him is where Lillian learned free will of the cartel and despite her brother being in the oldest Stone’s shadow, she saw Maverick quite perfectly and would follow him everywhere. Unlike their mother, Lillian didn’t show disappointment in her eyes, but admiration in them for Maverick. She looked up to the troubled Stone just as much as she did to Raphael.

Like anyone in her family Lillian quickly grew a knack for keeping her fists bruised and bloody. Oh there wouldn’t be enough hands to count how many times Raphael or Colleen would be called to the school with Lillian saying, ‘It’s not my fault his face ran into my fist.’. It was her usual excuse as a kid. Though that excuse quickly changed into declaration of putting a bully into his or her place when she gotten into middle school. She started to be more brazen with the backbone she was born with and she wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. Colleen believed the reason behind this act was from when Maverick departed from the family and Lillian she felt lost like a part of her was missing. Did she admit it? No. It was hard for Lillian to admit some feelings like that. She did best at keeping it all bottled in. The youngest Stone wouldn’t admit it or anything, but she was furious at Maverick for leaving without saying a goodbye. In anger about what had happened and learning where Maverick is at, Lillian decided she would try to confront him. Lillian had hotwired a car she stole off of main street before taking off. She was halfway to Las Vegas when she got arrested and put into a juvenile holding center. Guess who came to pick her up? Raphael. The whole car ride back Lillian was silent then something just snapped in her. She blamed him for Maverick leaving and that all she wanted was for all of the Stones to be in walking distance. From letting all this out at the oldest Stone in no way did it cool down her temper.

And so, her brazen acts got worse by the time she gotten into high school. A girl in her class was getting slut shamed and being called pathetic for what she sent to her ex-boyfriend who happened to post her text messages online for the whole student body to see. Not saying a word of her intentions Lillian got up from her table to dump her food away before making her way over to the jock table–to the ex boyfriend. Giving him a kind flirtatious smile at him, something she picked up from Naomi, Lillian boasted to the jock about how she viewed the girl to be pathetic and wanted to give him more insight on her opinion. Of course the jock was all for it and you want to know what Lillian Stone’s opinion was? In a split second the jock was on the ground with a broken nose and Lillian held a food tray that was broken in half. This act resorted in Lillian being suspended from school for the next week.

Oh how she spent her time being suspended from school. Lillian thought it would be funny to hack the school’s main frame and post some embarrassing photos of the teachers she didn’t really get along with. That and gave a few others some not so nice nicknames. Obviously she didn’t get caught, but many people bet on it was Lillian who did this hilarious deed. Despite her hobby of picking fights and knockin’ some teeth or breaking some bones, Lillian graduated with honors and with the pressure of Colleen–she did the valedictorian speech. With what she said and causing a riot of happy graduates, Lillian was escorted off the stage with a big grin on her face. When college came around or more so finals, Lillian got expelled due to selling out the answers. She had hacked into the system and stole the answers. The youngest Stone charged each student a hundred dollars and let me tell you, Lillian made bank.

After college Lillian knew where she will be heading into–something that she was born to do. It was in her blood. She decided on joining the cartel and of course she wanted go in as a soldier, but Raphael wouldn’t allow it. Colleen agreed. They both stated that she was too young for the position and so Lillian settled as the messenger. Though just cause now she was in the cartel doesn’t mean to stop causing trouble all on her own. She would still give test answers to those who asked or maybe hot wire a car for something and changing the VIN numbers.

Everyone around her knew it would get worse if she snapped, question is, when will that be? The answer is the death of Colleen Stone. Lillian decided to have a family time with her siblings and their mother, it was amazing–just like the old times. It all changed when they walked out of that place. Next thing Lillian had knew she was force to take cover after blood was splattered onto her face. Oh God she can still taste the blood in her mouth. She witnessed the horror before her and crawled over to Raphael and Colleen. Tears were streaming down her face and was screaming at the top of her lungs. She hadn’t cried over someone like this since Maverick had left. She begged Colleen to wake up and clutched onto her. The youngest Stone continued to hang onto the corpse of her mother even when the authorities arrived and when they tried to pull Lillian away, that girl put up a fight. Lillian had already broke the nose of one EMT by the time they had sedated her. She woken up in a room she shared with Raphael at the hospital and he was in worse shape than her. Defensive wounds were the only thing she had. Against the orders of the doctors Lillian escaped the hospital that night and wasn’t heard from for the next few months.

During her time away from Lakewood and a string of hot wiring cars, Lillian was investigating the Castro Cartel. Due to her investigation the young Stone found herself in Puebla.The city where the Reyes family came from. Getting herself a tiny apartment not far from where they were set up at Lillian did surveillance and hacked into their system. She wanted to know everything that was going on in that place and she learned quite a bit. During this time of grief Lillian got careless and didn’t cover up her tracks when hacking and it did come back to bite her in the ass. Literally. One night her place got sacked by three of guys and Lillian’s best guess is that they worked for the Reyes family. Of course Lillian made it out of there before they could get to her and she only could think of what they would do to someone her age. Running on foot and hitching rides back to the border, Lillian got into trouble. Or rather it found her. One of the men from the cartel found her and it was a nasty run in. Thanks to her early years of learning how to fight and having a hobby for bruised knuckles Lillian was able to defend herself before running again. This time she made it.

Arriving back to Lakewood, Lillian was found on the doorstep of the Stone house. Her body riddled with bruises and covered in blood. Lillian Stone had made it back home and in one piece.

→ PERSONALITY SUMMARY

Positive Traits: Loyal, Independent, Intelligent, Hardworking, Tomboy, Calculated, Determined.

Negative Traits: Stubborn, Aggressive, Hostile, Violent, Sarcastic, Blunt, Reckless.

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@addiecide​

When the explosion had went off Lily was on of the fairs wheel with her stuffed animal she had won. There were so many things running through her mind and usually somewhere high is where she thinks more clearly. “Mom,” the blonde called out and quickly scoffs at saying it. “...Colleen.” Fuck, it felt weird to the youngest Stone in calling her that. “I wish you were here.” She found herself clinging to the stuffed animal she had won though quickly let go of it when seeing something catch her eye. Looking over to the right is where she saw it. Smoke and fire followed by the sirens of firetrucks, police cars and ambulance. Lily looks down to the ground as she began to come back down. She watched as Dante Rinaldi, Hayden Danvers and a few others she knew that were associated with the cartels went running in the direction of the chaos. Undoing the lock Lily gets off the ride before it even came to a full stop and ignored the anger of the carnie. She bolted. Lily ran through the crowd and dodged most of the people unlike her stuffed animal. 

Arriving to the scene reminded Lily the 9/11 footage she watched in high school. “Holy fuck.” she breathed out and ran a hand through her blonde locks. Even though the Castro Cartel were her enemies she felt bad for them just a little bit due to some she knew who weren’t so bad. Taking a step forward and preparing to dive into the crowd to ask questions Lily heard a woman’s voice come to her in a rather rude tone. 

“Um, excuse me?” Lily spoke and looked at the woman. She was giving the girl a chance to hopefully correct her words. 

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blckshw‌:

“You wanna watch where you’re—” he began, fully intending on releasing some of that pent-up aggression from earlier (albeit on a stupid carnival game, but who wasn’t on a losing streak with those). Lily’s face came into view and Lu instinctively softened at the sight of her. “Sorry about that, Lil. You okay?”

“Louie.” the Stone smiled at the familiar face. With no warning she embraces him into a hug. “It takes a lot more than bumping when knocking me down,” her bloody return was proof enough. “we both know that.” She picks up the plush she dropped and wiped off the dirt on it. 

“Not gonna lie I am a little surprised to see you here.” Her eyes advert from him and looked at the civilians surrounding them. This was one of the first times Lily has been out of the house and even though the enemy was hosting a BBQ for their cartel alone; she couldn’t help but feel as if someone were watching her. 

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“Oh, did you see that?” Lily asks the carnie guy. “Did you see that? I actually made it for a little girl.” She was taunting him and for good reason, well in her book. Lily was just passing by his little game when he kept telling her a little girl like her wouldn’t know how to shoot. Placing down the gun she smirked when the guy reluctantly handed over a Pikachu plush to the blonde. 

Walking away from the carnie and not watching where she was going, Lily ended up bumping into someone. “Shit--sorry.” 

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ʟɪʟʏ sᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀʀɴɪᴠᴀʟ ᴏᴜᴛғɪᴛ

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dxnrcycs‌:

    He watches her move defensively, like she wanted as much distance between them as possible. He’s a little annoyed with this but he can somewhat understand why she’s acting the way she is. Then she mentions an apology and Don can’t help but to laugh.

    “Not here for an apology. Especially for something that I didn’t do. Again, you have the wrong Reyes.” He scratches at his jaw and then places both of his hands on his lap. “You and I both know that you weren’t in Mexico for a vacation. You and I also know that it wasn’t fucking me who sent those men after you. I just want to know what the fuck is going on with my own cartel. I’ve been gone for 20 years. Things have gone to shit and I want to know why.”

“As I said moments ago, you are still a fucking Reyes.” Lily declared against him, again. “If there is any family that is more tight knit with each other more than my family or those Italians, its your family.” 

Lily sat there and listened to the Latino. She kept her eyes on him and the door behind him in case she needed to bolt for the door. The Stone made a mental note of she needs to tell Raphael about this the next time she sees him. The blonde scoffs. “It’s fucking war upon your cartel for what they did to my mother and brother.” Tears were beginning to pool up in her eyes at the memories of that horrible day. 

“I was there, y’know?” Lily did her best to remain strong in front of the enemy. “Your cartel put bullet holes in the both of them, they killed an innocent woman and almost killed my brother. You know what else sucks about that day? I can still taste their blood in my mouth because of your people. That’s why it has gone to shit because they fucked with the wrong family.” 

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dxnrcycs‌:

   Wela had been very helpful in catching him up with a majority of what he had missed out on in the past twenty years. She had mentioned a particular Stone girl that he should “talk to” about some things as well. Of course, he would never say no to what Wela commanded him to do so he had sent some nobodies to follow Lily and get in touch with him when they found her alone in a little shit bar. A perfect place for a talk. No one would interrupt.

    He moves quickly when she leaves for the bathroom and sits down in the booth across from where she previously sat. His hands are folded together on the table as he waits for her to return. Don smiles when she does and she almost stutters in surprise.

    “Yes, I am sitting at your table for a very good reason.” He gestures for Lily to sit down. “I’m not the Reyes you’re thinking of, but I am one of them.” He winks and smiles, waiting for her to comply and sit down. “We need to have a talk, Ms. Stone.”

“But you are still a Reyes.” Lily declared. She could almost feel a lump stuck in her throat as she walks around the President and takes her seat back. The second she sits back down in her chair is when Lily put her arms over her laptop and pulled it near her. Her blue eyes stayed on him and had so many scenarios running through her mind of how this could end. 

Clearing her throat and keeping her eyes on his, Lily put on a strong facade as she could feel her abdomen ache as she felt phantom pains in them. Yes she is still healing from what happened to her in her fight and she had nightmares of it still. It was the first time she ever killed someone and it felt...Lily didn’t know how to feel about it. “If you are looking for an apology of me ganking one of your own you better go somewhere the fuck else.” 

She then scoffs. “What kind of men do you have going after a little girl like me who was just down in the border on vacation?” Lily bluffs. It was her cover up story on why she left after the death of her mother. 

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Things have been rough for Lily lately, but she’s a Stone so she is a survivor--right? She needed some air and so she came to the bar and took up a little table all together herself in the back. Her eyes stayed glue to the laptop as she was doing her best to work the encryption she put on it. Of course it was in Greek since not many people around her know’s how to read that language. Luckily for her Lily knew how too. She had always been a sucker for Greek mythologies and wanted to be a dork and read it in its original text. Closing her laptop and motioning to the bartender to pour her another glass of soda Lily went off to the bathroom. 

Moments later the blonde comes out and sees a well dressed man sitting across from her seat. Not knowing who the man was Lily walks over there to only stop in her tracks. “I..” the man bared an uncanny resemblance to the Castro’s President, but she knew this man wasn’t Mr. Reyes. “...You are sitting at my table.” her hues look over to her closed laptop across from him.

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@raphael-stone

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@eli-drake​

“Thanks, man.” Lily tells the bellboy as he allowed the young Stone into Giuseppe’s. When walking into the elegant restaurant, Lily got stared at for the clothes she wore. They weren’t exactly something you would wear into that place. Not caring about that or how not fancy her flannel shirt and worn out converse shoes were, her eyes scanned the area to stop on a certain man who sat by himself. “Found you.” she muttered under her breath. Marching over towards the man and ignoring the waiter in asking if she would like to be escorted to a seat Lily stops at the table and takes a seat across from rich boy. 

“You going to eat the rest of that?” Not wanting on an answer Lily grabbed a piece of food of his unfinished plate. The girl was famished from earlier when she began her research, but it was good that she was. She is finally getting back her appetite. “You do not know me, Eli--can I call you that?” she questions him before continuing to speak. “But I know you.”  

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josiebuch‌:

People being afraid of hospitals was something she’d grown used to over the years. Even as someone who worked in one she was fully aware of how univiting and sad the place could be. “Guess it’s a good thing you’re living with a doctor then, huh? You get the luxury of in-home service.” Josie pointed out in a way that would hopefully make Lily’s defense go down and allow her to tend to the wounds as needed. “Lil, you know you can come to me about anything, right? Even after all this time?” Four years had passed since she last saw the younger Stone but it was truth that still remained.

When Lily raised her shirt, Josie visibly winced. Judgement wasn’t her default emotion but concern, already knowing how easily a wound like that could get infected. Concern was etched across her features but knowing that she’d have to ease into this. “Okay, let’s tackle this one thing at a time.” Calmly, she approached the blonde, kneeling down at Lily’s side and gently rubbing her back to soothe her.

“I’m not going to tell them, I promise.” She reassured quietly, eyeing the empty pill bottle and deciding to tackle Lily’s self diagnosis at a later time. “But if I don’t tell them, then I need you to work with me, okay? We need to get this wound taken care of before it gets worse. Can you lay down on the couch for me and I can this cleaned and sewn up?”

“I...I can barely keep it all together on a good day, Jay.” Lily sniffles as she wipes away the tears with the end of her sleeve. Hearing her words at keeping this a promise the bloodied blonde gives her a small smile. “Thanks--Thank you so much.” Saying those words were very rare for Lily to say to someone. She nods once before getting up from the table. Of course Lily had to use the table as support to get herself up from the chair. 

Walking into the other room, Lily already felt weak and the room began to spin so the young Stone put an extra pep into her step when seeing the couch in sight. Suddenly her legs give out on her and she falls hard on her knees to the ground. Her hands gripped the couch tight. “I’m..I’m alright, really.” She lied. 

Gathering up little strength she had Lily crawls onto the couch and did her best to mask the pain she felt. “So uh..what are we going to do about this pickle I’m in?” Like she said earlier Lily didn’t want her siblings to know of it. She could just imagine how protective they would get if it were even possible. 

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mavstone‌:

Maverick wasn’t the perfect brother and he was an even worse son. Years went by without seeing his family and the last time he saw his mother it was to put her six feet in the ground. He was fully aware that his selfishness put a strain on his relationships with the family. Maverick never wanted to be a role model, never claimed to be one either, so Lily snapping at him came as a shock. 

Why the fuck would she depend on him so much when she had Raphael? The Golden Boy of the family? The reliable one who had a claim to the throne from the second he was born? 

Bless their mother’s heart, she tried to reach out to her youngest son who seemed lost more than anything. More often than not she was met with radio silence and, on the rare occasion, his brief responses were probably less than comforting for a mother whose son was thousands of miles away. 

“What do you want me to say, Lil? That I’m sorry. I can’t take back the last seven years but I’m here.” He snapped in return letting out a frustrated sigh before raking his hands through his hair. “You were a kid, it wasn’t like you could pack your shit and come along with me.” Not that he or Raphael would’ve let her, he wasn’t exactly responsible during his time in Vegas. No, no Lakewood was where she needed to stay.

Before he could continue, a nurse’s head almost collides with a hairbrush and Maverick makes a mental note to apologize when he left. “I needed to get the fuck away from here. Every single thing in this town reminded me of her and I just…” He paused to let out a breath, shaking his head cause vulnerability wasn’t one of his strong points. “Lil, you’re my little sister and I will always care about you but my life doesn’t – I had to…it wasn’t easy but it was the only option I felt I had. If you ever loved someone like I did…I do her, you’d get it.” Maverick explained. 

“I’m a selfish asshole – you know this and I needed to get away from here. I couldn’t be the brother you needed when I didn’t know who the fuck I was for awhile. Not saying it was right or that you even have to like it but I did what I had to do.” Lamely he shrugged his shoulders before leaning back into his seat. “And I’m sorry if I hurt you in the process. You’re right, I should’ve called or wrote or something but I was so caught up in my own shit, I wasn’t thinking about anyone else.”

“You needed to get the fuck away from here before it reminded you of her?” Lily repeated his words in clear disgust, in anger. “You right I’ve never loved anyone like you’ve loved Bakery Princess Rinaldi, but even if I did--I wouldn’t put them before my siblings.” the blonde declared. When Maverick had left and piecing together why he left Lily had felt used. “I wouldn’t put them before you.” 

Hearing his words in calling himself a selfish assholes, Lily scoffs. “Oh you are way fucking worse than just that, Maverick.” She grew silent as the anger continued to boil in the young Stone and out of no where she punches the mirror--breaking the glass. 

She looks down at her hand to see the wounds on her knuckles busted open. The pain she felt became so familiar to her from what she has been through lately. Lily had almost died. “I’m fine.” she grunted to her selfish brother. 

The young Stone looks back to Maverick with a calm expression on her face, but oh her eyes were anything, but calm. “You left me without saying goodbye, plain and simple, Maverick,” her voice too calm. “I looked up to you because you treated me as your sister, not a daughter like Raphael did to me--or like a doll with Naomi. That’s why I looked up to you.” 

“Why did you come?” Lily suddenly asks. “You didn’t come when I graduated or went to prom, so why come when I almost died? Do you have a thing coming back home when a Stone is bleeding out?” she horribly joked. Despite her harsh words and her actions towards Maverick, she as happy to see him and fought everything in her body to not just run to the man and hug him; but she had to let her anger out--all of it. “How very noble of you, brother.” 

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survivor || lily, naomi & raphael

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naomixstone‌:

The Stone family home. Entrance loomed before her as Naomi’s car pulled to the front, waltzing out like the primadonna she was. On occasion she returned home, grabbing the most expensive wine from the cellar, alcohol included naturally. The majority of her time was spent at her own place with her own staff, but Raphael’s home was her second one. She blamed it on her mother’s death, Colleen’s void leaving an emptiness in the Stone household. Raphael insisted she be there for…something. Sometimes he spoke and Naomi didn’t pay attention–boredom, maybe the cadence in which he spoke at times. It wasn’t until her brother used his guttural voice to utter her name that Naomi actually paid attention. Much like their father’s. Often in her own world or in the social media world of her phone. 

“This better be quick, I’m scheduled for a facial later today. Don’t.” Index finger held up in warning to Raphael as she stalked up the stairs toward her room. The main thing she missed from the home was her amazing Jacuzzi bathtub. It was just like her to take a long ass bath and make Raphael wait. About to strip down, fingertips halted at the buttons of her top, brows knitting together in annoyance and the increased spike of anxiety with the scream that came from one of the maids. “Fucking Christ.” She swore loudly, voice echoing against the walls as she threw open the door and began to trudged down the stairs, halting halfway spotting familiar blonde. “Lily?” Rare and foreign for her voice to show such vulnerability and raw emotion. Flashbacks coming in waves at the sight of Colleen on the concrete, Raphael lifeless beside her. “Raph–what the fuck happened?”

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He’d been wondering why his Dad called—Raphael hadn’t heard from the Godfather, he rolled his eyes at the thought, in months. Calls ignored, texts and emails. Telling him Maverick was home, how Naomi was, how Lily was, he daren’t bother telling him about himself—what was the fucking point?

No one ever answered.

And then suddenly, the call came through, curt as he’d been in his final moments before departing Lakewood, telling him someone informed him of Lily, to be at the house. The house, the family home he had abandoned.

The family he abandoned.

That sickened copper taste of blood sunk in his tastebuds, before the President realized he was biting hard onto his tongue to suppress the sudden urge to punch something.

Standing now in the foyer, arms crossed as he watched his sister strut by. The scowl settled on the President’s expression. There wasn’t enough in him to care to argue, as he remained leaning against one of the thick wooden posts. “Of course,” He snapped, the sound of running water hitting his ears.

It felt like a century, as he decided to move. Whatever stupid shit his dad was sending was going to come, as he moved into the kitchen. Still stocked, as Raphael opened the fridge door, rolling his eyes. He needed to get Lily out of here, was his condoning thought, as he plucked the water bottle out, twisting the cap and—

The scream that broke was blood-curdling enough for him to drop the water, race the corner as he pulled the gun tucked under his shirt out. Bullets looked pretty in eye sockets, Raphael considered, before hues fell to his sister.

Bloodied and small, as she cowered, Raphael put the safety on the weapon once more and hid it from sight, as he fell to Lily’s side, peeling the maid from her to lift his sister from the cold tiled floor.

“Get me a cold cloth—“ He snapped in that same unquestioned tone, as he moved up he stiars as gently as he could. “Lily—c’mon Lil, you gotta say somethin’,” He whispered, as he laid her onto the bed in his old room—much bigger for her to have more space to rest, as he pushed some of the bloodied strands shielding her face.

“Naomi, where is the damn cloth!” It was more a command, as Raphael shouted over his shoulder. “Lil—open your eyes, tell me what happened—“

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Despite the maid that held Lily not being a Stone; her blood--the youngest Stone still felt at home. The urge to fight had left her body and slowly she began to succumb to the pain, to just sleep. Just when the blood splattered Stone thought she could cry no more, she felt herself being picked up into familiar arms, and the tears came right back. She could hear Raphael pleading out to speak, to say something. But Lily’s body did not want to cooperate with those pleas. Her body just wanted to give in as she felt darkness creep up onto her. 

A low groan escape Lily as she felt herself being placed onto a soft surface and welcomed the smell that only could belong too--she was in Raph’s room. The call to darkness grew stronger as her muscles began to finally relax. No! she thought, I gotta try to talk and stay away. As the call grew louder Lily could’ve sworn she was going crazy as she smelt her mother’s perfume. She hadn’t smelt it since she laid lifeless in her casket. “Mom?” the young Stone called out suddenly as she found the strength in her to do such a thing. The pain that coursed through her body made her blind and forget that her beloved mother was six feet in the ground. 

‘Once I rose above the noise and confusion, Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion. I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high.’

That song--those lyrics and that voice that sung it as if it were a lullaby only belonged to one woman and that woman is Colleen Stone. It was one of the many songs Colleen would sing Lily to sleep when she were a child. None of those nursery rhymes did it for the youngest Stone. Was this what it felt like--No! Lily shook her head and forces herself to open her eyes; ignoring the pain that only got worse as she fought off the darkness. Tears were streaming down her face and mixed with the blood on her face. 

Blinking away the tears best she could to make her vision better (which didn’t do shit for her vision), Lily turns her head to only regret it as pain shot throughout her body. “I--I am so sorry,” Lily choked on her apology. “Raph--” her woman woman then came into her view. “Naomi! I--..” the bloodied Stone found it harder and harder to speak. These injuries, this pain she is going through Lily felt as if she deserved it for leaving in the first place. Her voice began to grow louder as the pain just gotten worse. God how she just begged in her mind to just pass out from the pain already. “I am so sor--” her hues glance down at her stomach to see the once light blue plaid shirt to only grow more darker in a shade of crimson. In that moment Lily forces her arm to move and keep pressure on the wound. Oh it just made it so much worse as she cried out. “I shouldn’t have left!” 

She didn’t know what it was or if it had to do with hearing her mother’s lullaby, but Lily fund herself looking to Naomi. “It hurts so much.” 

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survivor || lily, naomi & raphael

BANG! BANG! 

The sounds of the those two shots still rang loudly in Lily’s mind. Memories kept clashing of pulling the trigger on man sent to kill her. He was going to use it on her after knocking the young Stone onto the ground. Thank God to being put in all those self defense classes and how to disarm someone. If she hadn’t Lily fears she would be already dead with coyotes snacking on her rotting corpse. After shooting the man in his center mass the Stone had stole his black jacket to conceal her injuries along with stealing what little money he had. Even though it only had one bullet left in the barrel, Lily thought it would be best to hang onto it. She knew using public transport the authorities would stop her at the border due to how sketchy she appeared with a hoodie pulled over her head and keeping her head down. Thankfully she was able to flag a farmer down and sold him the story the man was attempting to rape her. Understanding her story the kind farmer allowed Lily to hide in the back with the horses. 

Hiding with the animals was somewhat soothing to Lily since it reminded her of home--of the ranch she’d grown up on. ‘This wouldn’t be such a bad place to die.’ the blonde thought. Being with the horses reminded her so much of home and what better place to die? The entire ride Lily barely had slept. As Lily laid on the hay she would often find herself looking at the USB she snagged before her hideout got ransacked. It made her question just what was on it. All she knew is it was worth killing someone over. 

“Thank you, senor.” Lily gave the farmer a faint smile as she handed him the wad of cash. They were just on the outskirts of Lakewood and it was night fall. Knowing the town from the back of her hand along with its residence Lily knew taking the trail in the woods would be the quickest way to getting home. That and being undetected by the enemy. Limping her way down the graveled trail Lily stayed on her toes. Even though she was back home Lily had a gut feeling still needed to be on the lookout. The pain gotten worse as her vision began to become a blur. Her body pleading to her to just give in and sleep. They ached every time she moved or even breathed. Leaning against a tree for support Lily slapped herself awake. She couldn’t pass out, not yet anyways. “You can sleep when you are dead, Stone.” she spoke to herself. Reluctantly getting off the tree Lily marched on with determination in her. Though that determination blinded her and found herself laying flat on her back. 

A low groan escaped her lips. “Son of a bitch.” Reaching behind her head Lily felt a warm liquid and knew instantly what it was. “Where’s the flash drive?” questioned the man. Her heart dropped at that question and Lily looks up at him. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” She quickly answered. “Don’t fucking lie to me,” Lily found herself being dragged off the ground by her blonde locks and came face to face with her attacker. “where is it?” His breath stunk of cheap cigars and liquor. “Go. To. Hell.” the hacker than spat in his face. Her attacker’s answer? He slapped her, hard. In the matter of a few seconds Lily became shoved against a tree and used it as support to keep her up. Her body continued to plead out to her as a familiar taste appeared in her mouth. It tasted of iron. It was her blood. “Y’know, with a body like yours it sure will go far in the trade.” His words sent a shiver up her spine. “I rather die then be sold as a slut.” Lily might’ve thought of lower standards for herself, but being a slut at someone’s disposal? Yeah, no thank you. “Then again with that mouth of yours you wouldn’t get far.” Hearing his words made Lily snort. Her mouth always did get her into trouble except this time it might’ve just saved her. “Go on and kill me,” Lily changed the subject and looks to her attacker with her good eye. Her other eye had swelled up and almost impossible to see. “I’m not gonna tell you where the flash drive is for I don’t know where it is at.” She bluffed. “And if I did? I sure as hell wouldn’t tell you--you low pieces of shits killed my mother!” Lily roared and paid no attention to the blood falling from her lips. 

Suddenly Lily found herself with the pain worse than any she has ever felt--including the pain that she fought all night. Shaking violently she looked down at the source of the pain. There it was--a knife embedded in her lower abdomen. Dark liquid came out of the wounded and stained her blue jeans.  “You...you stabbed me.” her voice almost sounded like a broken child. Holding the knife in place Lily slid down the tree. The pain that radiated throughout her body made her legs not wanting to hold her up anymore. Remembering something Lily leaned her head against the bark and looks up at him. “You got a tampon so I can plug this up?” She horribly joked. Her attacker rolled his eyes before muttering. “You fucking Stones think you are so goddamn funny.” Lily watched as he turned his back to make a phone call and that is when she made her move. Despite not being able to move much Lily managed to get the small gun she’d taken from her last attacker and hid it in her boot. Extending her arm out and using her good eye, Lily knew her shot was now or never. “Hey asshat.” Lily called out to him. “Do you ever shut the--” BANG! 

Watching the man drop to the ground like a dead fly Lily drops the not empty gun onto to the ground. “I never shut up.” She answered the dead man. Looking down at the knife that was still in her stomach that is when Lily finally let it all out. Tears and all. This whole time running for her life and Lily hadn’t cried not once until now. The water that left her eyes mixed with the dirt and blood on her face. The salty water stung the wounds on her face like a paper cut. Taking a deep breath Lily bites her bottom lip and holds back a scream when taking out the knife. “Fuck.” Carefully and quickly Lily took off the bloodied jacket and her flannel shirt she wore with a tank, she ties the flannel shirt around her waist to apply pressure to the wound--to slow down the bleeding. I gotta get home, she kept thinking. Using the tree to help her up Lily held onto it for dear life as she fought the pain. Keeping her back to the tree and using the dirty jacket, Lily puts the dark fabric into her mouth before raising her hand and hitting the stab wound. She needed to throw off the sharp pains by turning it into a dull pain or at least try to. Lily only needed to last a while longer and she will be fine. 

After a few moments of hitting the stab wound, Lily took a deep breath as she eyed the gravel trail ahead. “1...2...3.” She counted down to prepare herself and she was off. Lily ran and oh did she run alright. The dull pain didn’t last long and the sharp pain quickly came back to almost knock the breathe out of her. Just when Lily thought about giving up in getting home she saw it. The ranch; the family home. The bloodied Stone came to a stop as she held onto the wooden fence that kept the horses in. Not caring she was staining it and with no energy into walk around to the drive way, Lily climbs over it and ran once again. Her eyes staying on the front door as if it were a light at the end of the tunnel. Landing harshly against the door Lily began to beat onto it frantically as she felt the last bit of her strength leave her. Not caring she was leaving blood all over the door Lily rang the doorbell a few times right before falling back and landing onto the steps. At this point Lily didn’t care to endure more injuries she saw it she was just adding to the list and she was finally home. She knew someone would answer the door or at least find her and that was comforting enough. If she died right there they would find the flash drive on her. 

Hearing a frantic banging on the front door followed by the doorbell, the main maid who has been working for years for the Stones answers the door. A scream erupted from her as she saw the lifeless body of Lillian Stone on the doorstep in a pool of her own blood. “Miss Naomi! Mr. Stone!” screeched the maid. Her scream echoing throughout the house. “Come quick!” She rushes over to Lily’s side and embraces the young girl in her arms. Lily clearly still in distress even though she couldn’t move her body much. “Shh, it is okay, hun--you’re safe.”  

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Welp, he saw that response coming a mile away but it didn’t make any easier to swallow. With a sigh, Mav’s hand ran down his and scratched at his beard. It’s complicated felt like an insufficient response and one that he knew Lily wouldn’t accept. “Lil, I just – needed to get away from here for awhile.” Awhile? More like almost a decade. When he skipped town and went to Vegas, he didn’t think it would be a long term deal but the money he was making was good and nothing about it reminded him of Lakewood. 

Moving to take a seat in the chair closest to her bed, he shook his head before responded. “Didn’t know she was back.” Which was the truth but, honestly, she’s the main reason he was sticking around for as long as he did. “Figured it was time to come home, gotta a good situation going down at the Vista, so it just made sense?” He shrugged, conveniently leaving out the fact that he was practically chased out of Vegas and Lakewood was the safest (and only) option he had at that point. 

“A tad bit dramatic but understandable.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “What’re you in the mood for? I can put in an order and charm the nurse outside to let me bring it in if she tries to give me any shit.”

The idea of staying calm and collected got thrown out the window when hearing Maverick’s poor ass excuse. “Get out a little my ass, you were gone for ten years!” Anger clearly evident in her voice. “You could’ve called, texted, hell even send a letter--but you didn’t.” The strong emotions she felt when realizing Maverick had left her were beginning to resurface and oh how Lily hated it. She hated feeling like this. 

Instantly Lily wiggled away from Maverick as he took a seat close to be her bed. “I call bullshit, brother.” Venom resided in her voice with a burning fire in her sky blue eyes. “You left me, not Lakewood, not that Italian Princess, not our family, but me.” Lily declared against him. In a fit of frustration she blonde forced herself up from the bed and ignore the pain she felt throughout her body. Walking over to the mirror Lily picked up the hair brush and began to brush her golden locks. 

“Do you not realize how much I missed you when you left?” Before Lily could allow Maverick to answer it, she continued on. “I hot wired a car and hacked Dad’s bank account for some cash to come to Vegas and guess what? I was almost there until the car died with Raphael on my tail!” Tears began to swell in her eyes and it just made her so much more mad. She saw it that she shouldn’t be crying over someone who walked out on her. “I...I sent you letters and you didn’t come for me Mavvy.” her voice almost sounded like a sad broken child. 

A soft knock was heard on the door followed by a nurse coming in. She had heard the disturbance coming from the youngest Stone out at the nurse’s station. “Is every--” “Leave!” the blonde roared and threw the hairbrush at the nurse. Luckily Lily had missed and the brush collided against the wall beside the nurse’s head. 

Her eyes darted back onto Maverick when they were left alone. “Are you that stupid on why I am so mad at you?” By now tears were beginning to leave her eyes. “It’s no surprise that I looked up to Raphael and Naomi, but I looked up to you too, you jackass.” Her vision began to become a blur to the hacker.  

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“You do realize I’m a doctor, right?” Josie reminded, hands settling on her hips. Years of medical school and the debt to show for it, Josie could take one look at Lily and know the younger Stone was not okay. Honestly, Josie wasn’t too sure if the other blonde could convince an average person she was okay. 

Biting back a sigh, she tried not to be pushy on the subject but her comments and concern came from a genuine place. “Look, if you’re worried I’m going to take you back to the hospital, don’t be.” She tried to reason. “But if you don’t let someone look at your wounds, you can be a lot worse off than your pretending not to be.”

Knowing she couldn’t put up to an argument with someone in the medical field, Lily just gives her a cheesy grin. Very similar to Raphael’s. The younger blonde let out a sigh of defeat and revealed the fact she is in pain. “I..I just--I hate hospitals, Jay.” a nickname she’d given to the Doctor. Placing down the half eaten donut Lily pulls up her shirt to reveal she had busted the stitches from her stab wound. The gaze she had placed on earlier was stained with red. “I tried to Doctor myself.” That and buying hydrocodone off the streets. 

Pulling her shirt back down Lily forces herself to sit before she could loose her footing. She hadn’t told any of her siblings yet--especially Raphael and Naomi, but Lily hadn’t been sleeping much at all. All she would keep seeing is the blood stained hands and the fear she kept choking on when running. Lily stayed quiet for a few moments as her mind became clouded with those crimson memories. “I can’t sleep,” the hacker motions to the box of donuts. “I can hardly eat and I’m already out of this shit.” She had dug in her jacket and slung the empty pill bottle across the table. 

Normally Lily wouldn’t break down in front of someone, but this was Josie and the wall Lily kept up to keep herself together? It was crumbling down. Burying her face into her hands Lily did her best to hold back the tears. The girl was in constant pain physically and emotionally. “Please, please don’t tell them--any of them.” she referred to her siblings.