A week after the incident, Xavier was able to fly back to Germany, but that was a few months ago, and it was still heavy on his mind. Xerxes thought his son was ready, but in reality, Xavier was still learning. Unlike Luca, Xerxes didn't teach his son the ins and outs of being Don early as his father did with him. He thought he and a lot longer before he had to step down. Xerxes was healthy besides some minor health problems, so there was no need to teach him everything at the moment, but he was wrong. He never thought a sword would almost take him out, but shit happens.
He knew he had to take the time to ready his son, but first, he wanted Pierre out of the way. He may have been after Barkley and Ziggy, but the two of them were his family. They were married to his daughter and niece, and he looked at them as if they were his sons. Like his own X, he would do whatever was needed to protect them as they protect their wives. Currently, Xerxes was knee-deep in paperwork, trying to find something the younger one missed about the Haitians. There had to be something about their whereabouts, and Xerxes wasn't stopping until he found it. It was so much to go through, but something else caught his attention.
"What the fuck...."
"Papi, it's past midnight. Shouldn't yuh be coming to bed? Mi knows yuh want to put an end to this madness, but it has to wait until tomorrow." Amoy spoke, making Xerxes look up at his beautiful wife with a smile. Nicely he folded the paper and stuck it in the back of his drawer, and stood. What he found would have to wait until another day.
"I'm not really that tired, but I bet you could tire me out." He smiled, making his way to her, pulling her in with a kiss. Amoy moaned as soon as their lips touched, and Xerxes wasted no time lifting her onto his desk. The next forty minutes was a burr, but he enjoyed every bit of it, and once he was finished, he carried this pregnant wife to their bathroom and then to bed.
However, the next morning Xerxes found his way down to the gym to meet his father, uncles, and some of his siblings. It was nothing new, but his mind returned to the document at the back of this desk. Their main focus was on Pierre, but in the back of his mind, he knew he needed to handle this first. Xerxes and the others had to find a way to get rid of the man, but as he knew, they had to find him first. There were only so many places he could have been hiding, but it was hard figuring out which one.
"Dad...."
"Xavier, what the hell are you doing down here?" He asked as his head snapped to his son, Barkley, and Elias standing by the door. Xavier was dressed and ready to work out, which told X the boy must have hit his head a little too hard when he fell. "No, your ass was cleared from the hospital, but that didn't mean clear to work out. Take your ass, put up the stairs, and home." He spoke as Xavier walked straight over the treadmill as if he had said shit.
"Remind you of someone?" Luca laughed, patting his back before pointing to the ring. "Let him along; it's been two months. Now get your ass over here. Show me what you got...."
"I'll show you what I got, old man. Come on, let me whoop your ass first. I'm ready bitch!" Elijah laughed, swinging at their dad as he hopped around him. On the other hand, Luca gave the man a smirk as he waved him over to the ring. Xerxes knew it was a bad idea when his brother chose to challenge their father, but like always, Elijah liked to learn the hard way.
"He's about to get his ass beaten. Even I wouldn't be that dumb." Jeremias laughed, walking up to Xerxes' side as both men went and stood by the ring, watching Elijah weave around their father's punches. He had improved, but they all knew Luca was a dirty fighter. He learned from the best, which was his own wife. Adele never fought fairly, which was why no one liked fighting with the two of them.
"Soon as he gets knocked out, Mi calling it...."
"What if my dad hits the final blow?"
"Yuh trying to bet mi mon?" Barkley asked Elias as the boy smirked. Xerxes knew his nephew was like his dad. He was about to pull some sly shit. He would either bet on his Opa or let Barkley bet on Elijah. "How much?" He asked as Xerxes tapped the man's arm. Once they made contact, he looked at his brother with a smirk.
