Institution Of Monsters

Chapter 12

Jaxon Bates was one of the most notorious men in the underground, maybe even the most notorious.
Being the Mafia King of the largest mafia in the country, maybe even the whole of Europe, makes him highly regarded in the community.

Leon Carter was just an ordinary 17 year old boy who got a job at a restaurant. A cook and a waiter, he even decides to help everyone clean at the end of the day. He just didn't realise that the restaurant was owned by Mr Bates.

Jaxon, in the back room, was sat at the head of the table. He was in the middle of a business meeting with an enemy - the Hernandez Mafia.
They should be negotiating peace, not threatening him with a Colt Python.
The gun was pointed in his direction, yet he didn't blink.
"What the fuck."
Yes, Jaxon wasn't impressed. Luckily he'd already seen this coming. Snipers lined the rooftops, all with a clear shot at Jonathan.
"Johnathan. You really shouldn't have don't that. First you steal my weapons crates. You steal drugs out of my warehouse. Then you threaten my allies into joining you. And when I bring you here to negotiate peace, you point that pathetic little gun at me."
The other mafia head just raises an eyebrow, "yeah and you fucked my father, right before you shot at him."
Jaxon stands up slowly, grinning at the pathetic excuse of a man infront of him, "Now. I did fuck your father. But I never killed him, the only shooting I did was my load going down his throat," Jaxon slowly reaches for the gun tucked in the bock of his waistband, "So I'm going to give you a piece of information. It was the Calaveras. I've been hunting them since, they fled to Mexico and they're beyond my reach now."

Jaxon preceeds to aim his gun straight at Jonathan, making sure to click the safety off in the process.

Down in the kitchen, the waitress who was supposed to serve Jaxon and the other mafia boss wasn't feeling well and went home. This left Leon to be the one to take the Sambuca and the glasses upstairs.
"Do I have to? You know how intimidating the boss is."
The bar tender, Trix, gives him the side eye. "You gotta be kidding me. Get your little arse up those stairs and serve them their drinks."
Leon sighs yet still follows her orders
Why me? Just why.

So this is what led to his current situation.

Leon Carter was now staring at the barrel of a gun.
"Jesus FUCKING christ! I haven't done anything!"
Jaxon almost panicked when he heard the door open and saw the Hernandez point the gun straight at the boys temple. Almost.
He stepped around the table while the other man was distracted and held the gun to the base of his skull.
"Wanna see if you can pull that trigger faster than I can pull mine?"

Leon is as pale as a corpse, "what!? No! We do not test anything!"
The Hernandez gets ready to pull the trigger and Jaxon does the same, "Don't you guys fucking dare-"

Leon was cut off by the tell tale click of a trigger being pulled, only for no bullet to leave the chamber. Jaxon quickly pulls the trigger and watches the man drop to the floor in satisfaction, "Next time click the safety off. Amature mistake... actually, there isn't going to be a next time."

Jaxon takes the bottle of Sambuca off the tray and places the tray on the table before turning to Leon, "you alright new kid?"
Leon stares at his..boss? in disbelief, "No! No I am not okay! I just almost died you stupid bitch!"

Jaxon freezes and blinks in shock, what is going on? No one's ever spoke to me like this before.

'You know what. Fuck this. I quit." And Leon walks straight out, demanding that Trix transfers his last pay check to his bank on his way. The little ball of anger failed to notice Jaxon watching from his office window.
"I do like a challenge."

Leon got home after a few minutes of jogging, he decided to watch Teen Wolf while he caught up on his history homework just so he can forget about his near death experience.
He was just about to finish his homework but his phone lit up, £2,500 had been transfered into his bank account and not even a minutes later a message from an unknown number popped up, "Sorry for almost getting you killed Baby. Here's your pay check and a little compensation. I dont think youll be back for a while so I'll pay you on sick leave, i expect you back in six months."
Leon froze after reading out the message, just sitting there
Did he really send him this much.. and he wants him to go back.
What the fuck is going on? I told him I quit. But he did give me all of this. I suppose it wasn't so bad.. he said the safety wasn't off on that dead guys gun.. so he knew I wouldn't get hurt.
Maybe he isn't so bad?

Leon gets up and walks to his bathroom, he looks at his reflection as he takes off his shirt - the bruises heavy on his skin, once hidden by his work uniform. And he takes off his trousers and underwear, seeing the handprints on his waist, he sighs in defeat before turning the shower on, twisting the dial so the water is much cooler.
He gets in the tub as he stares infront of him, at nothing. The water cascades down his body - starting at his head, the cool waterfall flows down his neck, his shoulder, his back and chest. The cold oasis cooling the phantom burning feeling coming from the bruises enveloping his body, soothing the ache.
The sound of his phone breaks him out of his trance and he realises he needs to hurry up, he gently scrubs away at his skin and washes his hair, being careful not to harshly touch the cut left on his head from Friday morning.
I want them to pay for this. But the staff don't care. I'm alone.
He quickly snaps himself out of it before he slips too far and jumps out.
He grabs the towel off the counter and quickly drys himself before he glides to his bedroom, taking his joggers out the draw and throwing them on before heading to his bed.
He flips the covers and falls on the soft comfort he loves, he grabs the blanket and wraps it around himself.  Being surrounded by warmth after a nice cold shower made his muscles relax even further, the fresh scent of tropical fabric conditioner calming his mind as he drifts off further.

One last thought crosses his mind, Jaxon was a huge flirt to everyone, yet he treated him with more care. He gave him the job and made sure he knew the ropes, aways giving him a genuine smile and laughing with him.
Just how far am I going to fall for a King like him, how far am I willing to go to stay at his side. Even if its just as friends.

This is a filler chapter, a small glance at Jaxon and Leon's past that Elle requested I write while we plot how to get to the next point in the book, we hope you liked it, we're trying to see if we can fix any errors and make sure the story flows.
Sorry for the huge wait, we love all the support and the comments you all leave, Thank you!

~ Kat