Troy’s POV.
Who the f**k died and made our lil sister f*****g Donna? s**t, poor choice of words, but still, Thea has always had that air of mystery about her. She was always the good triplet growing up, the calm one, the all seeing, all knowing precious lil Thea.
“This is bullshit. We should be the ones in charge, not her.” My other triplet, Titus, hisses from beside me and I look at him.
“I know, right? I mean, we are amazing too. Pity no one has ever seen it.” I sulk as we walk behind our sister.
“Do you think it’s because of all the s**t we got up to as kids? Because this f*****g blows.” Titus moans out again.
“Or it could be that I always listened when you two were plotting your next f*****g stunt. So enough, if we don’t pull together and work as one. This family will go down. So
