The laughter stopped. 

The girls smirked at this as Declan groaned and banged his head on the table multiple times. 

"Not Lilah! She's still so young,"

"She was 17 at the time, making us 10, I believe," Estelle said, confirming this with her friends.

Declan rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. He sighed. "How did it go?"

"It went exactly how you'd expect it to go,"

"We scared him off?" He perked up, asking eagerly.

"Well... something like that,"

 The doorbell rang.

Delilah ran out of the living room. She knew she had to be fast. She could already hear the pounding footsteps. She had to get there before them. This was not going to be pretty otherwise.

She just got to the door when she felt her feet being lifted off the ground.

"No!" she whined.

Declan had picked her up and handed her to Jordan, who put her down behind them. The two were wearing tank tops, trying to, in their words, "show off the guns."

Delilah groaned. She knew she should never have mentioned going on this date. The whole day her brothers had been working out to try and intimidate her date to leave. She sighed. They might actually be successful in their mission.

"Mom and Dad said you can't do this,"

"Well, mom and dad aren't here, but we are,"

"I'd hate to think how you'd react when it's your daughters getting a boyfriend,"

Both Jordan and Declan laughed at that.

"Yeah, like they'd ever get boyfriends,"

Delilah sighed. Declan then turned, cracked his knuckles, and opened the door.

"Uh hi, you must be Declan," the boy said, his eyes widening at sight.

Both Declan and Jordan stood there, eyes sharp, shoulders back, chest pumped. It was hard not to pity the poor boy.

"Yeah, I must be," Declan said, looking the boy up and down.

The boy named Jake gulped. He then turned to Jordan.

"And you must be uh, Jordan?"

"Pretty smart of you,"

"Hi Delilah," he said, standing on his tiptoes to look at Delilah behind Jordan and Declan.

Delilah waved. He could barely see her face. "Hey Jake, sorry for this,"

Jake laughed nervously. "It's okay. I thought you said there would be three of them, though?"

"Turn around," a voice said from behind.

Jake cringed before slowly turning around. Bennett was towering over him. He was in a three-piece expensive-looking suit. There weren't any muscles on show, but his eyes were sharp boring holes into Jake's head.

Jake chuckled, though it sounded forced. "Ah, you must be Bennett,"

"My, what razor-sharp intellect you have," he answered cooly.

Jake was in trouble.

"What are your intentions with our sister?" Declan demanded impatiently.

"Declan!" Delilah snapped. "You can't just ask him that?"

"Where do you live? What school do you go to? How old are you?" Jordan interrogated, bringing out a notebook to write down the answers. He looked back up at Jake. 

"Jordan please?" Delilah face-palmed herself.

"Where will you be going tonight? How do you plan on getting there? What time do you think you'll be back?"

Delilah looked at Bennett. "Not you, too,"

Jake took a deep breath before answering. "I plan on having a quiet night with your sister's company. I live in the neighbourhood. A couple of blocks down. I go to the same school as Delilah. I am also 17"

Jordan wrote all this down.

"We're going to La Dolce Vitta, which is a new Italian restaurant that just opened up. I'm driving, and I don't have any offences. We plan on being back here by 11:45, right on time for her 12 o'clock curfew," he finished, almost out of breath.

Bennett continued to stare him down. He began sweating under their gazes. "Bring her home by 11."

"Yes, sir," he gulped.

"Answer me this before you go. Do you love my sister," Declan asked, cracking his knuckles.

"Declan!" Delilah exclaimed, smacking his arm. "It's the first date!"

Declan rolled his eyes but continued to press. "Fine, do you care for my sister?"

"Yes, sir," he said earnestly.

"Would you take a bullet for her?"

Delilah groaned.

"Yes, sir,"

Declan smiled. "Good, let's take this outside,"

Jake gulped. He looked like he was going to wet himself.

Delilah held Declan back. "No way! I'm going to tell mom and dad!"

Declan sighed, fine. The three boys silently conversed before they stepped away and let Delilah and Jake walk up the driveway.

"If anything happens to her boy! I'll be taking you home in a body bag!" Declan called after him. 

"Wow, so we let her go, just like that?" Declan states once the story finished.

"Not quite. They came home at seven because he was so scared of pissing you all off,"

The boys laughed, proud of this.

"Wow," Declan said. "Our siblings grow up too. That's kinda crazy,"

Estelle smiled. "Yeah, it is. Uncle Bentley is my favourite to see, though,"

The girls laughed just at the thought of him.

Bennett raised his eyebrows, "So are we-"

"Yeah, you guys reconciled eventually. He's a pretty frequent visitor. I love having him around," Estelle explained, eyes shining with mischief.

 Estelle was about six years old when she saw Uncle Bentley's car pull up on their driveway. She took off running towards the car when she tripped and fell. Estelle scraped her knee badly as it was bleeding. She began crying like any six year old would, the sting being too much for her.

Her Uncle Bentley cradled her, rocking her back and forth. "There, there, sweetie,"

But Estelle continued crying. Her Uncle Bentley began panicking at the moment. He didn't want Bennett coming out and seeing him with his crying daughter. Bentley thought things over. How could he stop her from crying? He didn't have any candy on him, but he did have money.

He handed Estelle a crisp 20 dollar note. She did understand what money was but wasn't too sure what to do with it. Either way, it made her smile, and she always remembered it.

Estelle smiled to herself a few years later. She was twelve and effortlessly playing the piano.

"Bennett? I'm here," She heard her uncle Bentley call out. She quickly switched up her positions on the piano, playing a dreadfully off-tune version of the original piece.

Her Uncle Bentley walked into the room. He came to stand in front of her. She looked up in surprise before she stopped playing.

"Uncle Bentley, so good to see you," she smiled sweetly at him.

"It's good to see you too, Estelle," he smiled back.

"Did you hear me play? Was it good?" Estelle baited her uncle. He looked flustered since he was playing with his collar. How was he going to tell her, her playing was horrible?

"Uhhh, you're progressing...well Estelle,"

Her eyes started to water. She was pouting at him. "You don't think I'm good enough?" she was wailing at this point, dramatically draped over the piano, which let out an awkward noise.

Uncle Bentley was right by her side, stroking her hair as she "cried" on his shoulder. "No, no, you're a fast learner Estelle. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it," he soothed.

Estelle looked up at him. Her eyes were red-rimmed. "I'll never be any good,"

"C'mon Elle, you know that's not true," he reasoned. He began to panic. How does he always end up making her cry? He gulped at the thought of what his brother and sister-in-law would think if they heard Bentley was the reason she stopped playing.

"You're amazing, Elle. Here have some money," he quickly took out his wallet, barely counting the notes as he shoved them in her hand.

Estelle hid her smirk as she graciously took the notes. She hugged her uncle before heading up to her room.

Taking money from him was like stealing candy from a baby. It always worked. 

"You're unbelievable," Bennett said, still stunned at hearing Estelle's daylight robbery scheme.

"Thank you," she replied, taking it as a compliment.

"You sure, you're not Jordan's child?" he asked again.

They laughed, but he was half-serious.