The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

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The only thing being able to keep him sane had been Hezekiah Parker, his bodyguard and lover.

Their relationship had been surprising as they were polar opposites. Alexander very unstable and Hezekiah, quiet and aloof. People still said that the reason why the world hadn't erupted into flames was because of him, and Paris believed it.

He had watched Alexander gut someone with an ecstatic look on his face making sure they didn't pass out all through it but nothing could compare to the version he was when he had Hezekiah by his side.

He still wasn't a fan of... Them, but it was hard not to see that they loved each other. Hezekiah was the honest, brooding type. Smart. Strategic, but uptight, and the only times he ever seemed to be having any fun were with Alexander and the twins while for the blue eyed male, he stopped looking like a bloodlust demon with them.

It was like whatever darkness that was eating up Xander vanished when he came home, though lately, things had began to change between them, tension keeping them apart.

After Paris had agreed to be under Alexander's Family, mostly to protect his Mother from Sebastian though the male wasn't acting like he cared about their disappearance, he had made Paris go through series of training that the raven haired male had survived by pure luck.

Sending half of his assassins after Paris in a forest, and the first one able to bring him back unconscious would get ten million dollars while Paris got a bullet shot into a part of his body for his failure then had to sit beside the Don till the male felt ready to let the bullet be taken out.

His body bore scars of knives and arrow shots from the men that he always tried escaping from but he had learnt speed, precision, an ability to dodge easily and pain tolerance.

Paris knew that his absence would be a problem eventually but Marcos, as always, lied his way out for him. He said that Paris had a new job he was doing, an internship, and though it had made his Mother and Maria happy, it killed him that he couldn't say a word about it to the male.

It hadn't been that Alexander forbade him from doing so, the man said that their family would be safe as long as Paris kept himself as one of them so secrets weren't necessary but he wasn't sure how he could explain to Marcos that he was putting himself in near death situations and that the possibility he could die one day kept increasing the longer he left.

That Marcos could lose someone else he cared for?

Yes, he seemed better this days. Happier. But there were times when it looked like he just wanted to move into his little space and just stop being so strong all the time.

And Paris? Paris fed himself on the peace Marcos gave him. The male was the only stable thing in his life. The light. He would never have done anything to put his hermonita.

At least, that was until he became Alex's new guard.

Alexander had not even mentioned it to him until they were on the way to his house, saying in the most serious voice Paris had ever heard him use, "You are just a guard to her, nothing more. Do not speak unless you're spoken to. Do not act like you live on the same level with her. Do not even act human. And never ever mention the fact that something had existed between you two or you would never see her again, and I'm talking about the fact your eyes would join my collection."

The threat hadn't fazed Paris, but he could tell Xander had been serious. He knew the male must have had a plan for bringing him there though he wouldn't talk about it and he had been ready to do as he asked.

It was simple, wasn't it? This was Alex. She could not remember him. It didn't matter. She would probably avoid him as she never liked him in the beginning, and he would avoid her. Simple.