A worried daughter is heading home.

A heavily loaded SUV cruised down an empty highway while two occupants silently reflected on what had spurred their sudden road trip. How often is it that you hear, from your older sister who isn't even on the same continent, that your mother's house has been raided by what sounded to be, a literal mob of gangsters? To Illyana Skye, at least three times before. The most recent one before this was just after she'd moved out of her mom's house to be with her fiancé, Bruce. Now, she was heading back home, with her fiancé, and hoping nothing was going to go wrong.

She has a happy little life, being a happy little bride to be, with a happy little job, in their small house in Oregon. She knew her mom didn't contact her because she knew she was trying to be as normal as possible. No one's mom just gets raided by gangsters, and it's just a "Meh, it's Tuesday." sort of thing.

If Illyana had been the one to get the call, she could have just called her mom and asked if everything was okay. But Nooooooo, her sweet Bruce had to grab the phone first, and hear Isabelle just spill all about it. There was no persuading him to drop it either, "Family comes first" and "It's at times like this that family is most important." And, yes, for normal people, a gang raid is definitely something to come together for. But their mom usually doesn't have hidden arsenals and semi-regular firing drills for the whole house.

In the end, she just couldn't say no to her Bruce. He was extra eager to also finally meet her family. Illyana had gone through great lengths to make sure that Bruce never got within a block of her family home. Especially after her little sister started playing around with those surveillance cameras and microphones.

She knew the effect that her family had on men, they'd come over, see her mom and sisters, and everything would just implode from there in a terrible, brutal way. Especially if they saw how... "close" her and her family was together. She'd finally found a man all on her own. He's cute, funny, handsome, has a nice cock, and a nice job. He was great; a gentleman in the streets, and good in the sheets. Everything a woman could ask for. He was perfect for living a nice, normal life. She was content with him.

Bruce was silent, grinning in his head, as he drove towards his bride-to-be's hometown, glad to finally meet his soon to be in-laws in person. Had it been weird that his sweet Illyana never talked about her family or had any pictures of them? Yes. Had he spent a weekend a few months ago traveling to her hometown to see if he could sniff out anything about his future in-laws while she was on a buisness trip? Also yes. Did he get stopped by some scary lady from the CIA in a diner he stopped at for lunch after he started asking around? Pants shittingly, Yes. Were his soon to be in-laws some of the foxiest women in the world? Hell yes. Seriously, how was his future mother-in-law a printer for sexy red-heads? They all apparently had different fathers, but all looked incredibly like their mother. Strong genetics, he guessed.

All he knew was that the Skye family was known for causing sexy trouble, and ****. He knew that one when he found someone selling what looked to be a photo of his girlfriend. She looked slightly younger, making out with an older, similarly looking sexy red headed woman in a mall parking lot. Not 'on a date' make out either, full 'we need to get to a bedroom now' making out. There was a photobook being sold with various photos of that ilk, featuring his Illyana, and apparently her sisters and mom. Apparently there was an underground following of the family, all men and women who wanted to get at the Skye family. Some for the sex, but also some adult video representatives trying to get modeling contracts with the whole family.

It had been a very informative weekend.

Now he was heading back, pretending he didn't know the route so he wouldn't give it away. Mentally excited to see what might happen.

Illyana looked out the window as the scenery rushed by, mentally preparing herself for coming home after so long. She'd left before her Aunt Brittney and her three cousins could move in. Her mom was trouble enough with just three people in the house, and now there were six.

She just had to keep her man from falling for the same trap that got all her previous men banished from her life. And, to keep herself from getting too excited, she didn't need another incident happening.