The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

Epilogue (Part One)

Alexander's eyes moved through Paris' body, a disapproving look on his face. "It seems like you do not either."

God, talking to this man could give any sane person migraine. "I'm not retired."

"But you're tired. You retired, get it?"

Paris felt his lips pull taut into a frown as his Padrino looked around, his face turning to a snarl as his hands left the male beneath him shoulders and snapped his neck then faced the guards around. "Why is no one fucking laughing?"

Immediately, a chorus of nervous laughs and chortles echoed in the room causing Paris to let out a sigh, rubbing his temples. "You don't always need to kill every single thing you touch. It's a wonder how you haven't killed Abraham and Elizabeth yet,"

"Oh. They say hi by the way and ask when you'd come visit."

"Hmm,"

Paris could say he had a sort of... Relationship with the children, considering the fact that he always sent as many gifts as he could, always trying to outshine Xander's and video called them when he was bullied to it, but going back to Wystwood?

Never happening.

"Don," Salvador called out, his eyes staying on his boss as he said, "The person still waits below."

"Oh, yes," His Padrino clapped his hands excitedly, hurriedly linking his hands with Paris as he said in a cheery tone that would have cause anyone else to pass out from fear because the only thing that mildly excited Xander were Hezekiah and Death. "Let's go see them together, hmm?"

Naturally, no one could ever act this way to Paris and he liked it that way, but moments like this when someone... Belittled him, or took over the reins of his life, he appreciated it.

But of course, he would never admit that. "Not like saying no would change anything, just don't fucking kill il mio giocattolo."

And the male's response had been in a sing song voice as he said, "Can't promise anything."

In minutes, they were on the first floor of the building, guards walking behind them as they moved to the foyer in which their guest was, and found his second in command, Henry Romona walking towards him.

He was a specimen of the male species that most people imagined was terrifying, considering he had a ripped and large body, tattoos covering every single space on it and a frown that could frighten a child to coma, but deep down, he was the sanest person in their Cosa nostra.

When the man was close enough and joined them in their walk, he paid his respects to Alexander whose reaction, as it always was to most people, was to completely ignore him then faced Paris as the male asked, "Have you gotten anything out of him yet?"

Henry's frown deepened, something that wasn't pleasing in the slightest, his accent smooth and prominent as he replied in swift Italian, "He refuses to speak."

Refuses to—? How was that any of their bloody business? "And what are you doing about it?"

The grim look on the other male's face deepened. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" Paris repeated, disbelief evident on his face though he tried to control it back as he did not need his Padrino giving him an unnecessary lecture on their way to the fucking mole and hissed under his breath, "I don't know what game you're playing, Romona, but for the good of your balls, and my ass, I swear—"

The rest of the words choked up on his throat as his eyes landed on the male at the other end of the building, his heart stopping when the male turned, a small smile on his face.