The Willett Legacy

“Welcome to La Cosa Simstra,” he said. Brodie’s mouth curved into a crazed grin. Finally. His revenge was beginning to take shape. Judah kept smiling too. Because he already knew— Brodie would be useful. And then he would be disposable. #ValGen3

Maybe it was worth keeping him… at least until he stopped being convenient. Judah stood from his chair. Brodie scrambled up as well, chest puffed with false courage. Judah extended a hand. Brodie grabbed it quickly. A smile spread across Judah’s face—sharp, cold, victorious. #ValGen3

The type who would shoot without thinking, who would talk too much, who would ruin a plan with one impulsive choice. He should be killed. But— He brought information Judah had wanted for years. Information that could break X open like a cracked bone. #ValGen3

Brodie leaned forward suddenly, eyes gleaming with something ugly. “Let me join you. And let me do something about V. She’s the reason I was fired.” Judah held perfectly still. This man was unstable. Emotional. Filthy. Reeking of desperation and alcohol. #ValGen3

Brodie shrugged in irritation. “There’s nothing to say. Her name is V and they’re married. He doesn’t allow us to know more.” V. Married. The thought spun in Judah’s mind like a shard of dark glass. So the great, untouchable X had a weakness after all. “Interesting…” Judah murmured. #ValGen3

Judah leaned forward, all boredom evaporating. “Repeat that.” Brodie swallowed. “He has a wife.” Judah sat back slowly in his chair, studying him now with renewed interest. “Tell me everything.” #ValGen3

“¿Cómo?” No. No, that didn’t make sense. X was a ghost—private to a level that bordered on paranoia. Judah had spent years trying to get even one personal detail about him, and now this sloppy, trembling man was claiming something no one else had managed to uncover? #ValGen3

He reached for his phone, ready to call his men and have this fool thrown out—or shot outside the city limits if he kept talking— “He has a 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚.” Judah froze. His hand hovered over his phone. His eyes flicked back to Brodie. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

“I’m not stupid, niñito,” he drawled. “You come here to spy on me for X?” Brodie shook his head quickly. “He fired me.” Judah rolled his eyes. Of course. This was a waste of time. A angry reject looking for revenge. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

Judah rested his chin against his knuckles, unimpressed. “What do you want?” he asked, bored already. Brodie stiffened, then frowned. “I want to work for you.” Judah’s lips curled into a slow, mocking smirk. A sinister one. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

A former Simkuza foot soldier, if Judah remembered correctly. Except now he looked nothing like the clean-cut enforcer he used to be. His shirt was wrinkled, his eyes bloodshot, the stench of sweat and cheap liquor drifting across the desk every time he shifted. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

Judah had dealt with every type of man imaginable—killers, cowards, traitors, and geniuses—but the one sitting across from him right now looked like something scraped off the street. Brodie. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

X froze for a second—not because he was surprised, but because of what the words did to him. “Thank you, bud,” he murmured, relief flooding his entire body. Kai stayed leaned into him, letting the moment linger, safe in the silence of his father’s presence. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

X’s lips curved—just a small smile, but genuine. Hearing that meant more than Kai knew. “It’s why I’m doing it,” Kai said, looking down again. His voice was small, honest. “Uncle Rome makes it feel… safe. But everything else about Simkuza…” He swallowed. “I don’t like it.” #ValGen3 #TheSims4

That alone made his stomach twist. Then, slowly, he turned back toward X. “I… didn’t not like the last lesson,” he admitted, cheeks warming slightly. “Learning with Uncle Rome was kinda… fun.” #ValGen3 #TheSims4

He looked at Kai carefully. “And another with Aunt Gia. She’ll teach you self-defense.” Kai nodded, staring down at his hands. He could hear something unfamiliar in his father’s voice—fear. Real fear. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

X hated himself for even putting the idea in the air—but he had to. He had no choice. “And listen…” X continued, voice gentler now, “it would make me feel better if you went at least once or twice a week. One day with Uncle Rome…” #ValGen3 #TheSims4

“I need you and Sora to be safe,” he said finally. “I need you to know all these things just in case… something happens to me or your mom.” Kai looked away sharply, jaw tightening. That possibility was something he never let himself think about. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

“I know you didn’t like it last time,” he began, voice low, “but… I need you and Sora to take up your lessons again.” Kai’s shoulders dropped. The reaction was instant, instinctive—his whole body tightening in that quiet way he always did when something scared him. “Why?” he asked softly. #ValGen3

“Hey, champ.” Kai immediately caught the tone. His smile faded, posture sinking slightly as he waited. X rubbed his hands together slowly, grounding himself. Then he turned toward his son. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

Kai was sitting cross-legged on his bed, hoodie sleeves bunched around his hands. He looked up the second his dad sat down next to him. “Hey, Dad.” X felt that smile hit him right in the heart. This kid. His boy. Sensitive, thoughtful, nothing like X had been at his age. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

That feeling in his gut wouldn’t go away. Judah was planning something. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

X stood alone once again, staring at the map. Victor was right. He hated it—he hated the idea of dragging his kids into this world—but he didn’t have a choice. Not anymore. Not with the silence pressing in around him like a warning. #ValGen3 #TheSims4

This time X actually smirked—a tired, reluctant, but genuine smirk. Victor saw it, satisfied, and started to leave the room. “I’ll give you time to think about it,” he said before exiting the room, shutting the door behind him. #ValGen3 #TheSims4