"I suppose she had done it only to spite Hezekiah, and I wanted to return the favour— But I was wrong. Yes, she wanted to hurt him, but... But she wanted the feeling of— Of having a family, somehow. Though she would never have admitted it, that she saw me as a... Family figure. It's one reason she calls me Alex because... Because according to her, it's a bond we would always share as one," His voice grew soft as he looked at the signet ring on Paris' finger. "And one day, I presented her with the ring you wear,
He looked at it. The top of it holding the yellow stone glittered, Xander saying,"As we maintain Order, every new Don of Carnefecina gets the tattoo of all nine planets on their back. A sign of balance. Perfection. Something beautiful from chaos, but every Don that rules, is given two things. A ring called Halo that reminds one of the Sun, to show their power over other things and the other, a crescent moon with a star, to be given to who the Don keeps higher than themselves. In other words, if there's a life or death situation, also called Venus bearer's life would be put first before the Don himself,"
Venus. Also called the brightest star in the sky. The Roman equivalent of Aphrodite.
Mother of Eros.
"I gave the Hallo to Alex, so she would be next after me, but she constantly refused. Going as far as getting a crescent tattoo on her chest so she wouldn't have to get the planets one," Xander said, "The only reason you have it is because she wants you after me."
"It wasn't supposed to go like this,"
Paris looked at Alexander, his heart quickening though he kept a straight face. "We both know you don't want this. Not me at least,"
"When I gave that ring to her, I relinquished all power I had over to her, and she has handed all of that to you. Perhaps, she didn't plan for you to do it all on your own but as long as you wear it, I have no other choice but to comply. Or would you return it?"
Return it?
It... It was the first gift she had given him. She— He couldn't do that.
"Alex wanted you and Elise safe from Sebastian, Paris,"
Paris looked at Xander, his eyes narrowing. "How do you know of that?"
"I keep an eye on her, always," He replied, "So we can say I know everything. The bet. The plan of using her. So did she as well, but she wanted you protected. Its all she ever cared for."
"Well, where the fuck is she now?" Paris heard himself snap. "She wants me doing what? Killing people? Leading a fucking mafia? If she wanted that, she shouldn't have forgotten us."
"If she had a choice, do you think she'd choose to forget you?" Alexander asked, "Or Bunny? Let's face it. I don't like the fact she doesn't remember me either. Do you think it's going to be easy to tell an eighteen year old that her Father is married to you, all over again, and feel guilty for every single thing that happens after? Do you think I like the fact she has forgotten that she once cared about me? But my Alex is still alive. I don't give a shit what Hezekiah says. Even if she might not regain her memories, she is still my daughter and so help me God, I will retain her wishes till she dies. And you will as well. Do you fucking understand me?"
Paris stared at the male in front of him, his cloudy eyes blinking as he looked back at the ring, staring at it again before he heard Alexander stand from his seat, sighing, "I understand. This is... Too much, and I won't force you to do anything you want, but right now, I have something that might keep you busy as you make your choice."
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The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek
Teen FictionThe Jock: Paris Holmes, also known as Hermes. The most popular boy in all of Wystwood High who everyone hates to love. Pros: is an exceptional basketball player, but one of the top ranking students with excellent grades and a pretty face to top it...
