The Styles Triplets

Harry, Edward and Marcel may all look the same, but they are completely different, especially their secrets. Baylee may look like a normal girl, but her mom passed away 6 years ago and no one knows the real reason why, until she is forced to tell the boys. Not only does she have a big secret, they all do too.


26. Chapter Twenty-Six


"5 more minutes," I reply, shoving my face into the pillow.

"No, we need to talk to you. Now!"

I look up to see who is talking to me and see that there are three identical boys in front of me. 

"What do you want?" I ask them.

"Can you please come outside into the living room," Marcel says to me walking out with Harry following.

I fall back on my bed and pull the covers over my head. Not even a second later the get pulled off of me.

"You must hate me," I say crossing my arms.

"Yeah, with all my heart," Edward says sarcastically. "Now get up!"

"Argh!" I get out of bed a follow Edward into the living room.

I head over the couch opposite the one Harry and Marcel are sitting on. Edward sits next to them, leaving a whole couch to myself. 

"Whats up?" I ask them, confused.

The boys look between themselves, looking rather awkward and nervous.

"I'm sure you have a few questions, so why don't you ask them, and then we can answer what we can," Marcel says.

I nod my head because I do in fact have a couple of questions. "First question," I start, by looking at Edward, "who are those people that were at Subway, also know as, Louis, Niall, Liam, Zayn and the rest?"

"Getting straight into it, I see," He says, smirking. "Well, as you can tell, they are my friends, but I also work with them. Well, all three of us do, but I'm in the same field as them."

More questions. Thanks, Edward. "I didn't know you all had jobs..." I say to them

"Yeah, we do," Marcel says. Keeping it all simple.

"I can't do this," Harry says to himself. He looks up at my confused face and says, "the boys are trying their best to hide everything. But I feel like you need to know." Edward and Marcel both hit him, as he is sitting in between them. "Stop it!" Harry says, and for the first time ever, he looks pissed.

"Okay, Baylee. Make sure you hear me out," Harry says looking at me. I nod in response. "Okay. How do I say this..."

"For crying out loud," Edward mutters. "Baylee, we work for your father."

Wait, what? "My real one or Dylan?"

"Dylan," Harry says. "I know what you're going to say next. "I thought he worked at the Snaker Bar," which is not a complete lie. You see, he runs this, how do you say it-"

"Gang. He practically runs a gang!" Marcel says frustrated. "Just let Edward explain."

Edward smirks. "Yes. Dylan is the owner, boss, and creator of the Snaker's. An underground gang. Not many people know we exist, only the top gangs around the country, because well, we are the leaders. Remember when your dad said "remember who you work for"?" Edward pauses and waits for my quick nod, "Well, that's because there are rules, or laws more so. And one of them states that if anyone attacks the boss, they are automatically dead. But because everyone hated him, I'm safe.

"Now, those 'friends' of mine, we work in the fighting compartment. Which is kind of similar to underground fighting, but we don't choose to do it? We get thrown into a fight to win money, land or other gangs.

"Marcel, now don't get freaked out, is a part of the hitmen group." What the fuck!? "I said don't get scared Bay. He hasn't killed anyone. He is the brains of the group, which means he helps the actual hitmen to hide bodies, and ways to kill them."

"What about Harry?" I ask, seeing as he hasn't said anything about him.

"I'm not in the gang," He says smirking.

"Shut up. You're practically third in charge, under Edward," Marcel says slapping his head. Then he turns to face me. "Harry's a spy. He's a sneaky mother fucker, and he runs that compartment like I run the hitmen, and Edward the fighter. You could say, we're pretty high up in the gang business."

What the fuck. Who knew these people were like this? "Is that why Niall was calling me a princess?" I ask looking at all three of them.

The three nod their heads, in sync with each other.

"Dylan is technically the 'King'," Edward says. "And your biological father is the leader of our enemy gang."

"I'm in the middle of all this," I mutter to myself. "That's why you all know a bit about me," I say looking at them. I always had that feeling, like they knew things about me but I didn't know anything about them.

"Remember when I was reading 'How to Kill a Mockingbird'," Marcel says, reminding me of our trip to my holiday house. I nod, wanting to know what he was going to say. "Well, I was doing research on how to kill people. I just twisted the name so it was easily covered up."

"And when you called me baby girl," I say looking at Edward, "You knew Dylan used to call me that." Edward nod's in reply.

I look at harry then, trying to think of something that made me think he was a spy.

"I'm sneaky, aren't I?" Harry says smirking. "There's nothing you can remember that can prove my occupation."

"Wait. You guys are only 18! How on earth did you join a gang and practically get to the top?" I ask, wondering.

"We all started when we were 12," Edward says.

"So you were working for him when we dated?" I say looking directly at Edward. That's why he said that in the kitchen the other day.

"He kept convincing me to date you when I started, because apparently he could see potential in me, and then when he retired, the two of us could take over," Edward says shamefully.

"What! You dated me because you were told to!?" I yell at him standing up. "I lost my virginity to you because I loved you!"

"Listen to me Baylee, and please sit down," Edward says to me. Harry and Marcel take it as their hint to leave us alone, and I sit down because I'm curious. "He tried so hard Baylee, you have no clue. But I kept denying it and kept making up excuses as to why I won't. And then we sat next to each other in English, and I genuinely started feeling things for you. 

"He didn't know what was happening between us. That's why we kept it a secret from our parents, so he wouldn't find out. But then he did, once he started noticing you were happy again. And that's why I kissed whats-her-face behind the school. He was going to not only kill me but also my brothers and mum if I didn't.

"I know. Why would he do such a thing, but your da- Dylan, was a fucked up bastard. Well, he still is. Do you remember when we had that fight, just after we started becoming close again," Edward had now stood up and sat next to me? I nod in reply. "Well when you left, he warned me about what might happen if we dated again, although it's considered incest."

"You were looking out for your family, I understand," I say looking away from him, tears starting to blur my vision. 

"Baylee. When I said I cared for you, I meant two years ago and I mean it now. And this is why I need your trust. You have to believe me when I say I was looking out for my family, and I was looking out for you." 

I nod my head. Not wanting to speak. This is a lot for me to think about. All this hidden information came crashing down on me. Well, I did want to know the truth.

"Louis and Niall came past earlier because they wanted to know what to tell the gang since their leader is down. And since I'm second in charge, I'm forced to lead," He says explaining. "From now on, I'm not hiding a single thing from you."

I nod, looking at him. That's all I could do at the moment. Nod. What am I meant to say?

"Dylan married my mum because he wanted to call the three of us sons. The dickhead never loved my mum, and that's why I hate him more that I should."

"Why are you telling me this now?" I ask him.

"Dylan said a few years back, that if something happened to him when your turned 18, I was the one that had to tell you about this hidden world," he says, grabbing my hand. "I made a promise to myself when your dad started telling me to date you, that I would do everything in my power to look after you."

I laugh a small and light laugh, "now look where we are," I say.

"I don't break promises. Even if they're with me," He laughs. "I want to say sorry about what happened a couple of years ago. I promise I did not want to break your heart. I tried to convince him to let me just talk to you but -"

"Edward, shut up," I say laughing. Wiping my eyes with my other hand. "I know I'm crazy, but I understand. Call me stupid, but I guess that's what I am." I say looking up at him, smiling.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"I should go clean up. I might look like a massive mess," I laugh at myself, standing up and heading to have a quick shower.

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