Her Knight in White Shirt and Blue Jeans

3. Serendipity after wrecking havoc

Home. 

Hell.

Two very different words yet the same place. For him at least. Because that was where the two of the most important people in his life had abandoned him completely, to fight with his demons himself, to bear the guilt and shame all by himself...all because they wanted him to "reflect" on his so called mistakes.

And then they had the audacity to pretend it all never happened, showing their unnecessary "care" for him when he just wanted to be left alone. Just like right now, when as soon as he got  home, he found his mom waiting for him with worry practically written on her face. He sighed out loud.

"How was your day?" She asked gently, trying for a smile.

Ever since that fateful day, his parents had been trying hard to make up for everything they could've prevented if they had just noticed what was going on in his life. This annoyed Xander.

They surely didn't care before so what do they want to prove by caring now? Caring in the wrong way by the way, as it just resurfaced the memories he tried hard to repress, memories that haunt him to this day.

"Oh it well really well." Liam answered for him, casting Xander a sly look.

Shaking his head, Xander stomped off to his room. He was thinking about the race at Red Wolf tonight when Liam barged in.

"Nope. You're not coming."

Xander glared at him. "And how will you stop me?"

Liam waved his phone. "I can call about-" he counted on his fingers, " - four people who will be ready to lecture your ass out if you go."

Xander winced. "Whatever."

He had other plans anyway.

He went to his and Liam's study. His gaze hovered over the papers spread out on his table. They were the supposed peace treaty documents with his family. Xander's dad had asked him go through them instead of letting him get his revenge.

"I don't want more bloodshed." He'd said, not meeting Xander's eyes. " And besides, you don't have anything to prove that it was them who did it."

Xander skimmed over the contents of the documents.

It was like any other peace treaty between Mafia families but something caught his eye. In the centre of the page, written in bold letters were the things that would violate the treaty...which gives them the right to act accordingly.

Meaning, if that asshole violates the treaty, Xander was free to punish him however he liked.

And among the long list of things that could violate the treaty, one small line brought a thoughtful look on his face.

"No attacking or provoking either parties. If provoked even in the slightest the treaty will be broken."

Now all he had to do was to trick that asshole into provoking him so the stupid treaty could break and he could kill him.

Xander's lips curled upwards in a sinister smile, a feral look crossing his eyes. He signed the papers.

Just then Liam entered the study. Seeing Xander signing the papers, Liam blinked.

"Did you even read it?"

Xander rolled his eyes. "Obviously."

Liam walked to Xander's table, picking up the papers. Reading the contents, his steel blue eyes that were the only anomaly differentiating him from his brother were filled with satisfaction. "See this is why you should let dad do this kind of things. There are like so many loopholes."