The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

27

Paris felt his eyebrows raise, the name sounding oddly familiar, the other male saying, "It's the name of the Italian Mafia. It means Carnage. Destructive. Chaos," Then he said with a blank look on his face. "I am the Boss over the Family."

Paris stayed silent, staring at the male's face, waiting for an explanation. Firstly because— Because what could he even say to that in the first place? And— And why was he telling him?

"The person before me, was Donna Ginerva," Xander continued, dangling the cigarette in his lips. "My Mother who had a one night stand with my Father. After she had my twin, Andrea, and I, she realized her line of business was too dangerous for children... And sent us over to Nolan, my Father, a growing politician to protect us. It was some years ago she found me and made me the next in line."

Xander paused, taking out the cigarette and blowing out smoke again, letting out a small tired sigh, now staring at the stick. "We, the Carnefecina, are many things. Have many names. But there is one thing we abide by. Order. It sounds ironic, but it is true. We maintain a balance between the world above, and the one below. We do jobs that most people— Are too terrified to. That the Police would never have the stomach for, and we make sure the Underground stays covered, never leaning too much out of their place while the people above pay us well."

Paris stared at the male in front of him. Somehow, he could tell Xander didn't want to be here, or had somewhere else to be, but expected him to ask questions. So he did. "What is the Italian's Boss doing all the way here?"

"I'm never always here," He answered, giving a small shrug as he flicked the butt of the cigarette on his ashtray. "Staying in Italy constantly would be too— Dangerous, and here is quite safer. Nolan is a Senator with great power and my husband, Hezekiah also runs an agency that protects rich people, mostly from people like me, and other things."

"And he knows what you are?"

A small smile came to his lips. "He was the first to know," He leaned back to the chair now. "About three years ago, when rumours began that I was the possible heir of Carnefecina, Nolan, to protect me enlisted the help of Hezekiah Parker, an ex militant that had been put off because he lost his leg at the battlefront. His job was for him and his agents to keep me safe. It was the beginning of his agency and it wasn't doing so well but he owed my Father so he did it. Hezekiah was the one who trained me as what I am now, and somewhere in between all of it, we fell in love and got married."

Married.

He was not... As affected as he usually was, but he wasn't exactly in the mood to hear that word. "Why are you telling me all of this?"

"I had no idea Hezekiah had a family until after our wedding," Xander said, his jaws clenching. "I was upset. Understandably so, but I loved him so I forgave. I was the one who advised him to take the twins so we could protect them as my job— My job wasn't safe for them to live with a civilian Mother. And I had asked him to take Alex as well, but we all know how she is so we had to make do with what we had. Keeping eyes on her everytime,"

The School being completely terrified of talk about her. Alex doing whatever she wanted because she knew she was protected.

"Still," There was a small smile coming to his face as he touched his chin with his bloodstained finger. "Alex found out about Allure, the BDSM section anyway, and the day Hezekiah gave her the credit card, she spent all of it on getting half of what I had in that section. He had been befuddled, any Father would have been, but she didn't stop there. After that, when she was sixteen, walked straight to our house and told me to teach her how to use all she had gotten."