Xavier

Chapter two

'You have got to be fucking kidding me' I say still in shock of what my dad just said.

My father sighs and then says ' they need to get all our valuable stuff out of here and plus it's better to have our enemies on our turf because it's somewhere we know, and we have the advantage'

'And that's why it's normally held on mutual ground. How did you even get anyone to accept' I ask

My father hesitates from answering and the says 'well it's because we are going to be making a deal with the Italians where we will be aligning with them for the time being to help bring down the Russians'

'We are not about to start working with the fucking Italians. They are our enemies and albeit not as bad as the Russians but still we can easily do this without their help. You know that any of our enemies who have ever tried to take us down have ended up 6ft under' I finish.

My father scowls at me knowing I'm right and then saying 'but to make that statement true it means that we need to take the Russians down which we have not been able to do for almost 11 years. I think that if the Italians are willing to help then we will take it.'

'And why the hell would they help us?' I ask bewildered by my father's idea of a stalemate with the Italians.

'Well, they apparently also have their issues with the Russians-'

I snort, we have more than a fucking issue with the Russians ourselves.

'- as well as this if we do take them down, I have offered to give them one of our warehouses here in America'.

'They already have warehouses here. Why the fuck should they get more?' I ask angered.

'They want to know where the room is' Theo suddenly says.

'They'll never find it. It's not even in this fucking country' I snarl back at him.

The room was hidden underneath our main warehouse in Greece which kept our most prized possessions throughout the years. My great, great grandfather was the one who started our mafia and decided that having his most personal and sacred possessions in a different country was a great idea, which in some way it was seeing as no one else thought to do the same and never thought that we might have done that. Even though my family and most of our mafia lives here in America our actual base is in Greece.

Because of this I learnt Greece when I was a lot younger, and I am now fluent. I have also learnt fluent Italian because as one of our biggest enemies I thought it would be clever to be able to know what they're saying, as well as Russian. Now I was trying to learn German although I had only really remembered the swear words.

'Has this deal with the Italians been written and signed yet?' I ask my father.

'No. Not yet but we will at the ball when they come here' I he says.

'Okay great so this could all still go completely wrong, and we might not sign with them' I reassure myself.

'You're not listening to me Levina. We will make this deal' my father says again but I just block it out, I am not going to stand here and listen to him say that we are about to start working with our enemies.

'If you don't mind. I've told you what I got from dean and now I'm going to go back to my room and please don't expect me to be there for the ball because I will not be a part of any of this bullshit' and I start towards the kitchen door to go back to my room when my dad calls out:

'You will be their Levina because it's not just me and Antonio, you and Xavier have to sign as well as you are both the heirs to our mafias.' He speaks.

The mention of Xavier's name alights something inside me I tried so hard to control. The rage I felt whenever he was brought up was beyond white hot rage. He stole something of mine, and now none thinks of me more than just copying him, whereas he was the one who fucking copied me.

In mafias the family who owns it doesn't partake in any proper missions they of course are taught the basics of how to shoot a gun and basic self-defence and how to fight but nothing more. When I was 9, I realised I wanted to be more involved with the mafia and was intrigued with the active and more dangerous side to the mafia. I started training for more than just basic self defence and offence when I was 11 as well as boxing and kick boxing. My father didn't even contemplate letting me do anything to do with a mission until I was 16 and still, he was suggesting I shadow someone from some far away distance. And then a year later it was a month before my first proper mission when we heard about Xavier going on a mission and shooting down 6 men from their mafia that had betrayed them. To most of us, it was such a whole to think that an heir to a mafia would be that involved and so brave as to risk his life like that, to me I was beyond enraged and felt like I just had to one up him after that so when I finally got to go on my mission, I killed 10 men. I thought that I had killed more than him and that my mission in general was more dangerous in general would have bought me support and admiration it did for Xavier. Instead, I was looked down on and people thought I was trying to follow fucking Xavier.

'Fine I'll show up for that but nothing else. Plus, I also have a mission that day so I will try and get home quickly just to say hello to everyone' I say putting on a fake smile which both my father and Theo see through. I wasn't trying to hide how fake it was though so it's understandable they caught on.

'Please just don't show up covered in god knows what after your mission' my father pleads and then sighs.

'Of course, I won't' although now that he's said it, I am so going to get extra fucked up in the mission beforehand

I walk all the way back to my room and then decide to carry on reading my book right now. I just started reading neon gods and so far, it seems good, although I'm quite literally just started it so I guess we'll find out.

I'm just at the part where hades and Persephone are meeting when my phone rings and I see an unknown number pop up

'Hello?' I ask

'Ms Hayes?' A female voice asks

'Dr Jameson. It's good to hear from you' I ask suspiciously

'And you. I have my diagnosis for you' she says

'What are my results?' I ask

I hear her hesitate over the phone before she says 'I have learned over the past year with you that you have suffered from multiple different traumas in your life already before what happened a year ago'

'I know what's happened. And it's in my past nothing more. It doesn't need to be brought up-'

'And that is another thing I found. You have barriers, walls built up around yourself made from the strongest thing you could think of. You have severe trust issues although I couldn't figure out where that was developed from.'

'Was there anything else?' I ask now slightly worried

'We connected it to your trust issues because of how well you have built a wall around yourself you show most your emotion from anger which has now developed into anger issues over time'

'Thank you for that and for the fact that you could still find something even though I still refused to open up about how I felt. I'm sorry that our lessons have ended and but I think I have become more stable even if I do still have anger issues, but I think that's well deserved after what happened so thank you'

'Not a problem dear. If there is anything else, you need to talk about or get through just call me' and with that she hangs up.