Jokers

28

Leo's pov:

I flung my phone to the side of my room. 

Tomorrow. They were coming tomorrow. 

I didn't particularly hate my siblings, they were just extremely annoying at times. 

I sighed. I looked over to my phone lying face down on the floor, I probably shouldn't have done that. It already had many cracks on it from my previous angry throwing. 

To be honest I didn't even know why I had a phone. I didn't even message anyone, the only contacts that I had were my siblings of which i'd mostly ignore and of course Chase who I also ignored. 

I guess I did use it for music. There was that. 

I went on it today due to the extremely annoying buzzing noise it was making, while trying to figure out how to turn it off, i read a message from Mirae saying that she would arrive tomorrow,  then I received around 7 messages from both Venus and Cardan saying that they would also arrive. 

It took me a while to figure out what either of them were saying as neither could spell apparently, but it was made obvious with their:

'SEE U TMRRW :)'

I didn't receive anything from Paris but that was normal. He would just turn up. He always did.

I walked over to my wardrobe and pushed my clothes out of the way, I slid the panel behind it and set it aside. The whole estate had many of these false panels and many different secret doors. 

My guitar. It wasn't anything special as in it wasn't a heirloom or a significant present from anyone, i'd found it lying around when I was 14 years old and decided to learn how to play. 

Over the years this thing has carried me through, letting me survive. It was soothing well at least it was for me. 

I picked it up and in the dim light that was coming from the window illuminated the small butterfly drawing in the corner. Kyro had drawn that for me. 

Walking out of my room I looked at my clock, 10:46 PM. 

The door closed behind me and as I walked past that second door to get to the window at the end of the hall. I remembered the person who now inhabited the room. 

God she was annoying. I thought back to her annoying little wave earlier today, but then I also thought of her pissed looking face when Angel had ordered her about. I'll admit, that was mildly amusing to look at.

Aria Einfield. Chase Einfield's little sister. They were both defiantly related, no doubt. They both knew just how to annoy the fuck out of someone. Yet they looked nothing alike. 

Chase had dark brown hair and golden eyes, his skin was fairly fair but his little sister had light brown hair and bold liquid emerald eyes, her skin tone was like burnt honey almost, dark and pretty.

I shook my head why the fuck was i thinking of her. I seriously needed to clear my head, was I really going that crazy to have to think of her in my free time?

I pulled the window open and swung it shut behind me, but having holding my guitar I couldn't put at much force on it as i would have wanted too. Oh well. 

I left it open and began the treacherous climb. I looked back down at my guitar and saw the butterfly drawing on the side.

It had been 2 years since my brother had died, 3 months after that Paris shot our father. No one knew why, we still didn't to this day. 

No one ever asked Paris why he did what he did. Perhaps it was the fact that none of us cared enough to know. I mean all of us knew that at that point in life Paris's headspace wasn't the clearest it could have been, he was on heavy medications before this though. 

There is only one reason that any of us could think of, that would make Paris lash out like that. His arranged marriage to the King of England's daughter. Calithea Haelyn Mai Croft. My father, with the help of Rozario and The king had made this agreement up that whoever was the King of Clubs, they would have to marry the Kings daughter and declare peace. 

The Clubs were situated in England, at least their main base was, and because of territory issues the King of England felt threatened, that the clubs would eventually take over. The king would often try and eradicate the mafia and send troops to places he had thought were our base. However after a major bloodbath, we had to resolve this in a better way and so the arrangement was made. 

It was in this bloodbath that Kyro had died. 

I have only been the Joker for 2 years, I took over from Kyro. Before that I was the King of Clubs. Paris had taken over the Diamonds and Mirae had taken over Hearts. When I became Joker I switched things around to suit the person better. 

When there is a new Joker in place, the old kings and queens automatically loose their positions, they are no longer allowed to control any of the mafia, doing so would mean that they have gone against the King Joker. Only when the King joker has selected his second joker can he then choose his kings and queens. There is a ceremony for all of this, its the tradition of the mafia. 

So if I ever die and pass the title to someone else then all of my siblings would immediately loose their titles and have to be reselected again, by the new Joker. Its a harsh rule, that makes many people bloodthirsty for the power. 

As I used to be the King of Clubs, the arranged marriage would have meant that I would be the one getting married, but being selected as the King Joker mean that I wasn't able to and so Paris was pushed to it.

I don't think that turned out too bad, in the long run at least, as Paris seems to be extremely smitten with Cali, and Cali seems to truly like him as well. Last time when he and Cali had visited the estate someone had commented about the fact that Cali was going to have been married to me, instead of him. Paris killed him. He shot him 3 times. People really did have to be careful about what they said around him. 

None of us were affected by our fathers death. He had been dead to us for a long time before. Hell, if any of us even considered him a father anyway. 

I only felt numb when he died. Empty. I hated having that feeling because that meant that a part of me truly did care that he had died when all I wanted to do was finally let go. 

The sky was speckled with stars tonight and the breeze felt so good. I'd reached the top of stairs a while ago but i was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't really grasp my surroundings until now. 

I hopped on the wide ledge of the balcony and let my legs dangle down. I picked my guitar up and gently ran my fingers over the strings. With each strum, my mind cleared a little.