a/n: Whats up everybody! Im finally back, with a drama filled chapter of TRHOTMK. WARNING tho, this chapter had language, drugs and violence, so please proceed with caution. Its a little short, but the next chapter will make up for it. Once again fans, so so sorry for the delay!

Back at the Castle

"Peach, where are you? I need to talk to you!" Mario had heard Peach come home, but now she was nowhere to be found. "Peach! Princess Toadstool! Come out come out wherever you are!" He bolted up the staircase. Just as he was running around the upstairs Peach exited the halls bathroom and ran right into him.

"Oh hey babe, were you yelling for me? Something wrong?" She was wiping her wet hands on her gown.

Marios face turned as red as his hat. "Is something wrong? What are these?" He asked as he cornered Peach against the wall so she couldnt run away from his question. He flapped the ultrasounds in front of her face. "What are these?"

Peachs eyes fell to the ground. "I was meaning to tell you about those-"

"Meaning to? How long have you known about this?"

"Since before you and Luigi came back from Subcon."

Mario let out an angry scream and threw the pictures up into the air. He stormed into their master bedroom and Peach followed. "Why havent you told me? Do you not think this is something that I would need to know?"

"Mario shes scared, she didnt want anybody to know. I found out threw Daisy."

"Who is the father?"

Peach let out a nervous chuckle. "Babe, you dont want to know."

"Um yes, your highness, I do."

"Trust me, no."

Mario stood up from the bed and put both hands on her shoulders. "Peachy pie, tell me please. I promise I will not get upset."

Peach took a deep breath and stepped back from him, just in case he went crazy. "Its Vinny."

Mario stood there, speechless, and just...stood there. Blank. Then all of a sudden something in him snapped. He started to hurl anything in the room that wasnt tied down. Peach screamed and crawled under the bed.

"You call up your little girlfriend, Princess, and tell her son he better go into hiding, cause if I find him. Hes dead."

Delfino Prison

Syrup once again found herself in the interrogation room, cuffed to the back of the chair, waiting for her meeting with the Delfino Public Defender. He was 25 minutes late. Instead, the same female detective from the prior investigation swept into the room and shut the door.

"Um, where is my attorney?"

The pianta threw a file on the table that was labled WARIO WALUIGI. "My names Rita. Now do you want to get out of this joint or not?" Syrup nodded her head yes, hesitantly, and Rita opened the file. "Your attorney is busy, and wont be here until next week. However, if you have the right amount, I can help you more than he ever will."

Syrup was confused. "Right amount of what...money?" Rita smiled. "I have 10,000 coins in the bank. If you help me get out of here, I will let you have half."

"Now we are talking. What about your friend Pauline?"

"She has nothing. Her income came from Waluigi. How is she?"

"Lets just say she is being pressured. Any day now she may turn against you as well. She has hired a private eye and her attorney will not let me contact her."

"Pauline would never turn against me."

Rita chuckled. "Do you think Im playing games with you? You and her are facing 25 years in the pen. Any chance she has to lessen her load, shes gonna take it." She opened up the file and put on a pair of dainty reading glasses. "Now, I have suspected an underground drug ring in the Kingdom for some time now. When the Wario Brothers were brought into questioning the first time I knew they had to be the guys. Ever since then I have been investigating the two, and have compiled some info that may help you." Rita handed Syrup a picture, and she gasped. "So, Captain Syrup, are you with me or not?"

Syrup frantically nodded her head.

Maple and Plum, the Morning After

Plum awoke to the sunshine filling up Maples presidential suite. As she sat up, she looked around and wondered what on Earth had went on that night. Empty champaigne bottles littered the floor, the nightstand was flipped over, and the airplane shots on the wet bar were all empty. "Oh gosh, its only 7 am." Plum whispered as she checked her cell phone. Surprised that there were no calls or texts from her husband, she began to think about breakfast.

The smell of blueberry waffles awoke the sleeping Maple, who acted equally as surprised at the mess the room was in. "Whoa, what did we do last night?" She began getting dressed and packing her bags. "So what are you doing about Charlie?"

Plum sighed. "When I get back to the house, Im giving him the papers, and ending it."

"You gonna come live with me?"

"I will have no choice. Im listing the house with a broker and when it sells I will buy my own place."

Maple sat down on the bed beside Plum and gave her shoulders a little squeeze. "Babe, you can stay with me as long as you need." Plum smiled slightly, and just then her phone went off.

"Hello?...Yes, this is Plum Petal. Hold on just a second, sir." She rushed to the balcony and shut the door behind her. "Sorry bout that, I was trying to get somewhere more private...Yes, Charlie is my husband. Oh my god. Youre kidding me, right? I will be there asap. Thank you." Plum rushed back into the hotel room and began slinging her belongings together.

Maple was taken back. "Whats wrong Plum?" She had never seen Plum move so fast.

"Weve got to get to Isle Delfino. Charlies...something has happened to my husband."

The plane to Isle Delfino seemed like the longest hour of her life. The plane landed directly on Sirenna Beach, so the wait on the ferry would be eliminated. A crowd had gathered outside the casino and Plum was led inside by 5 bulky security guards.

"Where is my husband!" She demanded. The paparazzi was snapping pictures as she ran through the hotel. "Will somebody please tell me something!"

"Brace yourself lady. Thats all I can tell you." The guard in front of her tried to be as blunt as possible. He was right, she needed to be ready for what was to come.

Plum recognized the door of the VIP suite as soon as saw it. It was the same suite, everytime. The Charlie Suite, as it was nicknamed by the patrons of the casino. A policeman opened the door and let Plum inside. She screamed at the sight.

There was a body on the floor, slumped against a wall. A gunshot to the forehead and mouth. Blood was plastered on the wall and teeth were around the bodys feet and hands. The victim was female, missing a heel from one foot, and her blonde hair was dark red from blood. A Termes Birkin bag was spilled over on the kitchenette table, with an ID that read "Princess Rosalina Luma, age 25."

In the bedroom, a limp body lay on the king size bed. The comforter was soaked in blood, and the body was dressed only in socks and boxer shorts. An empty syringe lay on the night stand, along with a baggie of powder. She could recognize that dirty blonde hair anywhere. "CHARLIE!" She rushed over to hold him, but the police grabbed her and drug her out of the room, kicking and screaming. "WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM! WHAT HAPPENED? TELL ME!"

Maple was exiting the elevator just as Plum as drug around the corner. The two colided. "I heard from the crowd, whos the other woman?"

Plum burst into tears again. "It Rosali-"

Maple ran into the suite, just in time to see them lift Rosalina's body up into a body bag. "ROSIEEEE!" She ran over to the body bag and embraced it.

"Ma'am, I need you to step away from the body-"

"Shut the hell up!" She kissed the spot where Rosalinas face should be. "Rosie, Im so sorry. Baby this is all my fault."

a/n: Told ya! Drama to the max! New chapter will be up Weds. so remember to check back! R&R please and thanks!

xoxa mia