The Mafia Princess and The Billionaire Twins

Chapter Six – Elliot

Chapter Six – Elliot

I cannot stop the chuckle that erupts from my throat as I hear my mother giggling in the hallway, it is 11pm at night, and the sound of the door unlocking makes me shake my head.

The locked door, that never opens other than in the dead of night, is my parents' not-so-secret, secret. Jaxon and I once found the key to the mysterious door, when we were a little older than Harley. What we saw in there shocked us to the core. A s****l playground with almost every toy you can think of. I guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree when it came to having s****l desires that are outside of the ‘Norm’.

I walk into Jaxon’s room, as he sits up in bed, his beats on his head, listening to music. His head tilts upwards in a nod, as he holds up a finger, listening to the final bars of whatever song he is enjoying. Once it is finished, he pulls down the headphones, and looks at me, wondering why I have intruded on his solitude.

“The rents are in the locked room,” I sighed.

“Oh god, seriously they are old man… I am worried dad puts his back out!” Jaxon shakes his head.

“I am more concerned that mam breaks her hip. Seriously, do you think we should have a word with them?” I asked, actually concerned about their physical health.

“And how do you think that will go? Hey 'rents, we found the key to your locked room about 16 years ago. So you … know dad gets all Dom and ties you up in that harness in your locked room, well, maybe just stick to regular s*x, because you are both getting too old for fun and games,” Jaxon laughs, shaking his head.

“Now that you both have no use for that equipment, we will take it and put it all to good use,” I laughed, finishing off the sentence.

Jaxon laughs, as we shake our heads. Does it bother us that our parents are freaky in the bedroom? Not at all, although the same couldn’t be said when we were kids. We had many a ‘private conversation’ about what we found, which led us to confess our own thoughts about loving one women, and have her love us both equally in return. It was more than just a s****l fantasy, it was a way of life we both wanted to achieve. Hell, most of the Apparent groupies would let us take them both together if we wanted. No, this wasn’t about the act, it was about loving someone who saw us as what we believe we are, two halves of the same person, loving both sides of us equally, making us whole.

My brother and I may well be a psychologist’s wet dream, if they tried to diagnose us, but we both understood how we felt, and what we wanted from a life partner.

In just two more days we will be there, seeing if our fantasy can become a reality.

As I open up my emails, I see one from the Sarah Marine Hospital, and go to open it.

Dear Dr Masters,

Thank you for your email.

I am happy to confirm that it is indeed okay for your brother to stay with Sofia and Lorenzo with you whilst he visits you. Family is very important to us here in Sicily.

I am looking forward to working with you, especially as we are short-handed at the moment. You are due to arrive on Saturday the 13th of August, and I wish for you to start at the hospital on Monday the 15th. I hope this will be acceptable to you.

I understand you are using your family’s private jet to bring you to Rome. My husband will greet you personally, with some of our security team, at the airport, with our own Jet on standby to bring you to Sicily, so that you can pay your respects to him in the traditional Italian way.

I would like to extend both yourself and your brother a personal invitation to dine with my family on Saturday evening. We will send a car for you to take you to the main house, so that we can all get to know each other a little bit better.

Respectfully yours.

Dr Eva Dovizioso.

I cannot help the wave of anxiousness that goes through me when I read again that Marco Dovizioso is meeting both Jaxon and I personally in Rome. I can only imagine who and what his security team are, and the thought does not fill me full of confidence, especially as he wants to greet us in the ‘Traditional Italian’ way. I have no clue what that means, but it doesn’t sound very healthy.

The first time we had arrived in Sicily, when Jaxon was playing at his daughter’s 17th birthday party, we had a personal guard and a long conversation with the Don. He was friendly enough, but had left us in no doubt that if we spoke about what we witnessed whilst in his household it would not end well for us.

Maybe I have a death wish or something, heading to that hospital, but the opportunity to make a difference, along with seeing the Mafia Princess again, was too much for me to miss out on. Hell, if my father knew what Jaxon and I were hoping for, he would probably kill us before the Don did.

Given the Masters Group has big contracts with the US government, and some for the UK government, working on building ships and aircraft for their military, Dad would not want Jaxon and I anywhere near a Mafioso family, let alone lusting after the boss of bosses' only daughter.

Both Steven and my dad are as straight up in business as they come, and I know that any affiliation with the Dovizioso’s would be a risk not just to me personally, but to my family.

I let out a sigh, maybe Jaxon and I should re-evaluate what we are planning or wanting. It is a dangerous game we are playing, one that could end up with either, one or both of us, propping up the daisies.

The thought sends a shudder through my body, and once again I wonder what the hell I am doing.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jaxon’s voice pulls me out of my panic, as he walks into my room from our interconnecting door.

I blew out a laboured breath, looking up at my twin.

“I don’t know, look at this I got from Dr Dovizioso,” I sighed, turning my laptop around so Jaxon could read the email.

“Holy f**k he is meeting us in Rome,” Jaxon curses, shaking his head.

“What the f**k are we doing Jaxon?” I sighed out, running my hands through my short hair, as my brother looks at me.

“You are going to go to work in a hospital you wanted to work in, seeing how much they needed help four years ago. I am going to stay with you before heading back to London and into the studio. That is what we are doing.” Jaxon states, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

“f**k Jaxon, I think we need to change our plans. I know we both had high hopes that she was the one to embrace what we want in a partner for life, but seriously, I don’t think this is worth it. The consequences of getting involved with her, even if she agrees, affect more than just us. Plus, if she takes offence, that we want to share her, and tells her dear Mafia daddy, then we will be f****d, and not in the way we have envisioned,” I allow the fears that have plagued me for the past few days to be voiced.

“I know, I have been thinking the same lately. That is why we are not going to pursue her, Elliot. We will still go, you will do the job you were born to do, and we will keep our cool. She is just a fantasy, one we cannot have, even if she wanted us, and knew what we were about, we would resist her with everything we have,” Jaxon said to me.

His words should offer some sort of comfort, but they don’t. My feelings are just so mixed up, the fantasy I had built up in my mind for years was within my grasp. It was always a dangerous fantasy to have, the world would be disgusted, our family would never approve, but add to that, the woman both Jaxon and I want was the daughter of a cold-blooded killer, just made the whole thing to damned perilous to continue.

“It will be okay Elliot, we make a pact, no Sarah-Sofia Dovizioso, we do not chase her, we do not want her, we find someone else,” Jaxon declared, holding out his pinkie finger, and with a deep breath, I hook mine with his, the solemn vow between twin brothers.

Sarah-Sofia Dovizioso was not now and never will be the woman for us.