The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

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He needed her to tell him everything would be fine. That he didn't make the wrong choice. That she— She was proud of him, and would always be.

Paris rested on his car, a frown now gracing his face. Fuck, he couldn't be like this. He needed something to occupy his mind with. Anything.

Turning, he took out his car key, ready to drive anywhere, and be alone for a while before he saw the reflection of the men in suits behind him.

He paused now, asking, "What is it?"

"Our Boss asks for you to come with us," The one in front stated, face in a poker expression.

"And who's your Boss?"

"Alexander Parker."

Paris stilled, the name echoing in his head. Why would that male ask of him? He knew that Xander never liked him so why now? It sounded wrong. Not a good idea.

But his curiosity won eventually.

The men drove him in their own car to a warehouse, the area looking completely abandoned as they passed a checkpoint before heading into one of the buildings.

The place dark, the only source of light coming from the evening sun from outside. They walked ahead, moving him through different rooms before taking him to one that was completely dark.

The room smelled... Bad. Stunk. Of sweat, piss... And blood. A lot of blood.

"Boss," The one that seemed like the leader called out. "He's here,"

At those words, someone let out a long sigh and then put on a lighter.

Alexander Parker stood shirtless with a cigarette stick in between his lips. The flame from the lighter accentuating his figure.

His blond hair stuck to his face, red splatters all over it. And when he lit the cigarette, his left hand completely bloodied held it out of his lips and he exhaled, his voice completely different from how Paris remembered it as he asked, "Did he put up a fight?"

"No, Boss."

"Hmm," Was all he said before Paris felt the male beside him, saying, "Follow me," And walked out of the room.

After a few turns and corners, they reached a more brighter room, with clean air, and enough light. Paris watched as Alexander walked to a table, the tattoos on his back visible and sat behind it before saying, "You can sit."

Paris did.

Alexander moved around his seat, hand under his chin, the cigarette dangling from his lips. Blood on his chest, every part of him to be exact. "You're awfully quiet."

"You brought me," Paris said, his face blank. "Should I be the one speaking first?"

"You saw me killing someone," Xander stated, blowing out smoke, his blue eyes glowing, and as blunt as that statement was, Paris tried his hardest not to react to it. "Does that not affect you?"

"It's none of my business,"

The blonde stared at him, a small dark smile coming to his lips before he asked, "Have you heard of the name, Carnefecina?"