Realm of Opportunity

2-7: Ruthless

^^ Twins, Sage and Zoë ^^

--- Dorian ---

After receiving the tattoo on the back of my neck, which Loki promised would protect me from all Godly influences, I got out as quickly as possible.

It wasn't that I was afraid of Loki, (which I very much am,) it was simply that I truly didn't want to be around her right now.

So I returned home.

I found my mother in the bar's kitchen, baking and brewing stew at the same time, muttering to herself in Italian.

I had to blush and look away when I realized what she was wearing, which was no doubt a prostitutes blouse and a short skirt, and it exposed all of her generous helping of cleavage and legs.

"Mother... didn't Johnny find anything... better for you to wear?" I asked.

She hummed. "Alex, actually. And I apologized, don't worry. I explained the situation, and we hugged it out. She's a sweet little thing... but her breasts are a bit too small for me to wear her clothes. I'll buy some tomorrow."

"No... I will. You can't go out into this part of the city, looking like that. You are far too beautiful, especially now that you've become like us. Before, you were drop-dead gorgeous... but now... no, you'll stay here." I shook my head.

Aunt Zoë giggled from a stool nearby, dressed almost exactly the same, but her short-skirt wasn't as tight around the thighs. "Awww! Are we pretty, nephew?" She smiled.

"You are stunning, both of you. The most beautiful women on the planet, and apparently across dimensions." I answered shamelessly. "Now, what's that you're cooking?" I hummed, and reached for a biscuit.

She stopped chopping carrots. "Xavier." She said simply.

I sighed and leaned back. "Fine..."

"And I'm making food. And you'll eat it, so it doesn't matter what it is." She snapped.

"It does, actually... normally, I'm just curious... but you really like cooking. And this kitchen needs a head-chef to make sure everyone is doing their job." I smiled.

Mother smirked. "Oh, and I'm the perfect choice, huh? Why's that?"

"Because you're my mama, and I don't want you leaving the relative safety of this kitchen." I said honestly.

She stopped chopping slowly. "Is it that bad out there, my son?"

"It's that bad, mama." I nodded.

She hummed. "Well, then Jonathon will accompany me when I leave. And I'll whip your cooks into shape, Rapidamente!!" She tossed the cut carrots into the stew, and sang a gentle tune as she stirred.

I smiled and kissed her cheek. "Grazie, mamma. Ti amo tanto quanto la luna e le stelle."

She giggled and spanked me swiftly. "You get that sweet talk outta here, I'm still mad at you! Don't think talking Siciliano will make me forget how rude you were!"

"Sì, mamma, come hai detto." (Yes, mama, like you said.) I grinned and hugged her quickly, and gently, then got Zoë as well.

As I walked out, Zoë dropped a bomb. "So, who do I talk to to start work as a Hooker?"

My hand crashed into the door, instead of gripping the door handle, and I froze as it came off the hinges. I cleared my throat slowly. "That... is your choice, I suppose..." I growled softly.