The Mafia Princess and The Billionaire Twins

Chapter Five – Jaxon.

Chapter Five – Jaxon.

My fingers dance across the strings of my guitar, finding the cords I want for the new song I am writing. Since finding out that Elliot is heading to Sicily and thoughts of what we may achieve when we get there, the rock songs have been flowing out of me. I stop playing, bending over and writing the notes, along with the next line I have come up with.

Accept the darkness that resides not only in me.

The question that keeps me up at night.

Will you let me grip your hair real tight?

Whilst you sink before me, down on your knees.

My darkness dreams of you begging us please.

“Hey superstar, that sounds… interesting,” my mam laughed as she walked into my room with a basket full of my clean laundry.

All the money that my parents have, my mother still does her daily chores, saying that she would be bored if she didn’t. She retired from the Master’s group as the Financial Director along with my dad, and she is not used to just relaxing and taking time off for herself.

“Hmm, needs some work,” I tell her, as my fingers pluck the strings again.

“I got everything washed and cleaned, ready for you to pack. I cannot believe you are both leaving again,” She tells me with a sad smile.

“Helena, the boys need to live their lives,” Dad’s voice states as he enters my room and comes up behind my mam wrapping his arms around her waist, spinning her around, and placing a kiss on her lips.

“Oh, I know. It is just, well, we never get much time for everyone together as a family. With Jaxon off being a superstar, Steven is always busy with the business, Robyn being a super mum and now Elliot is heading to pastures new. I wish I was a hen, then I could keep them all gathered underneath me,” mam sighs.

Guilt forms in my mind as I look up and see unshed tears in my mother’s eyes. Mam is right, we have hardly had any time together since I got home. I have been too busy writing my music. Elliot has been working crazy shifts and my brother and sister are doing their thing. I placed my guitar down, my song writing will wait for another day.

“Okay mam, get your walking shoes on, we are all going out for the day,” I declared, then picked up my phone and shoot my brothers and sister a quick text.

Mam is feeling a little low, she is missing all of us together. Steven, take a day off, Robyn, round up the kids, we are going to Beamish. Meet you there in two hours.

“What are you up to, Jaxon Masters?” Mam asks, smiling at me, as Dad nods his head in unspoken thanks.

“We are going to Beamish open air museum for the day, like we used to do when I was little,” I grinned at her.

Standing up, I headed to the connecting door between my room and Elliot’s and walked in, as he lay sleeping. Do I feel guilty that he has had just 5 hours' sleep after his final shift at the royal? Yes, but in five days we are heading to Sicily and our mam needs some time with all of us together.

“Hey bro,” my gravelly voice shouts at him.

Elliot blinks his eyes open and looks at me as if he wants to throttle me.

“Sorry, but mam is getting a little sad about us leaving. We are going to Beamish Museum. I have informed Steven and Robyn, so get your arse up, we are having a family day,” I told him.

Elliot stretches and yawns, nodding his head in agreement.

“Sleep is overrated anyway,” he mutters, then cracking his neck, pulls the covers off him, and gets out of bed, making his way to his ensuite.

“Ask mam if there is any breakfast before we go,” he shouted over his shoulder.

I shake my head, because my twin has hollow legs, he is always hungry, yet doesn’t put an ounce of fat on. Truth be told, neither do I, but I don’t eat half as much as he does.

Heading into the kitchen, Mam is happily singing away to herself. She has always had a beautiful voice, and every time I hear her, I cannot help but sing along, even if she is singing some old Disney song she loves. Just don’t tell my band mates! It is not good for my rock god image.

I grin at her as she is already making a bacon sandwich for Elliot, as I join in the harmony of 'circle of life', from the lion king.

Elliot arrives in the kitchen chuckling and shaking his head.

“One day I am going to record that, and put it on social media,” he grins at me.

“Stop teasing your twin. I remember a time when you would join in,” Mam laughs, handing him the sandwich.

I chuckle as Elliot shakes his head. I am not the only one in the family with a voice, even dad can hold a tune. But Elliot wanted to ‘save the world’ whereas I just wanted to ‘rock the world’.

A few hours later, we are all sitting on a tram together, as a girl giggles and then looks at me.

“Are you Jaxon?” she shyly asks.

“Yeah, I am,” I smiled at her as she squealed slightly. She has to be around 15 or 16.

“Can I have a selfie please?” she asks, going a bright shade of red.

Chuckling, I nodded my head, then switched up my seat to sit next to her, leaning in as the young fan gets her picture.

“Lame,” Harley, my 13-year-old nephew, shakes his head.

He is doing a great job at being a surly teenager, and everything is ‘lame’ or ‘gross’. My sister Robyn glares at him before rolling her eyes in frustration. It seems he is giving her a bit of a hard time lately.

However, Emma, Steven’s 9-year-old daughter, decides she wants the world to know I am her uncle, and quickly walks over snuggling up to me, giving the poor fan daggers.

“Uncle Jaxon, can we go to the farm first?” she asks, as the old tram pulls up at the stop for the 1940’s farm.

“Oh, I wanted to go to the town, I need some cinder toffee,” Kimi, Steven’s youngest daughter, who is 11 shouts.

“There is plenty of time to do everything. No fighting,” Bec’s Steven’s wife informs the kids, as Elliot and I look at each other, and we both know we are thinking the exact same thing, that as manic as this is, we are going to miss our family, and time with them is precious.

“Where do you want to go, Harley?” I tried to make conversation with my moody teenage nephew, who simply shrugged his shoulders and scowls.

Guess the world may think I am cool, but Harley has other ideas.

“Harley, answer your uncle!” Robyn grits out at him.

“Ugh,” he groans, then tuts, before looking at me.

“The coal miners' village, then you can go into the mine and nobody will see you.” He grunts.

“Really, apologise to your uncle right now Harley, I am not messing!” Robyn tells him off, as the kid looks at me and mutters a sarcastic sorry.

“This stage feels like it lasts forever, but honestly it doesn’t,” Mam smiles at my sister, trying to reassure her.

We all got off at the farm, and made our way up the small winding bank, towards the old buildings, then stopping at the pig sty on the way round to the main farm area. As we look at the pigs rolling around in the mud, I hear a high pitched squeal, as a girl runs towards me.

“Jaxon, Jaxon, I love you!” she shouts with joy, as the adults of my family all roll their lips trying not to laugh, and Harley rolls his eyes and huffs again.

I signed another autograph, and posed for a selfie, then we made our way across the road into the main farm.

“I am going to miss this bro,” Elliot tells me with a sigh.

“I know, I do miss this when I am away. But what the hell is up with Harley? Is it just teenage angst or does he really have a problem with me?” I ask.

“Bit of both, apparently a girl he fancies at school, went out on a date with him and spent the whole time talking about how much she loves you,” dad chuckles at me.

“f*****g hell, he has started young, he is what, 13,” I laughed, shaking my head.

“Yeah, but it is important at that age, and he really made an effort for her. He used all of Tom’s aftershave,” Robyn grins at me.

“He smelt like a male gigolo,” Tom, my sister's husband, laughs.

“Poor Harley,” I chuckled, no wonder the kid kind of hated me at the moment.

“I will have a word with him, and teach the young padawan how having a famous relative can help him score the girls,” my twin grins, then walks over to Harley, who gives him the same amount of attitude we was giving me, but my brother is not one for giving up easily.

The day continues, and to be honest, after the rocky start, Harley has come round, and we have had a brilliant time. As we all hug good buy, mam announces a family meal the night before Elliot and I leave for Sicily.

I look at my brother, the excitement is swirling in his eyes, and I smile, because the same excitement is beginning to consume me. I just hope we can convince that girl to do and be what we want her to be, but four years is a long time, and I just hope she is still at home with her family and not married off to some mafia hood.