The Mafia Princess and The Billionaire Twins

Chapter Two – Jaxon

Chapter Two – Jaxon

The lights of over a hundred thousand phones shone through the darkness, the spotlight shining down on me, as I finished off our last concert of 'The Apparent' world tour, hitting the high note, as the crowd went wild. My arm lifts into the air, as my head drops down, sweat dripping from my shoulder-length black wavy hair. The lights went out in the Stadium of Light, my hometown football club, the final date on our tour that lasted for 12 months solid.

The adrenaline is pumping in my veins, there is nothing that can compare to the feeling of performing. I am hyped up, not yet ready for the night to end, but also grateful that it has, because after a year on the road, visiting multiple time zones, my body needs to relax, even if my mind is still wide awake.

“Thank you, Sunderland, and good night,” I shouted into the mic, as my band ‘The Apparent’ and I left the stage in the centre of the field, making our way to the dressing rooms. Each member of our four-piece band has our own way of relaxing and celebrating. Mine is not quite the rock star image most people think about when picturing the lead singer of the world’s most successful rock band. I grab a bottle of water that one of our roadies holds out for me, gulping it down my parched throat. I will take some time to meet the fans who have received backstage passes, then I will head home, not to the hotel my band mates are staying in, but home, back to my parent's house, for a well-earned rest.

Grabbing a towel, I sling it around my neck to soak up the sweat, as I head into the dressing room. I chuckle slightly as I see Corner, our drummer, has already begun his post-gig ritual, as he bends over the glass table, a straw in his hand, hovering over a line of white powder on the table, perfectly cut, and snorts it up his nostril, before wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

I do not judge, but drugs are not for me. First off, my identical twin brother Elliot would kill me. Being a doctor, he has schooled me over the years about the dangers of narcotics, and just what they would do to my body. Secondly, I really do not need the artificial high they bring, not when I have all that I have dreamed of. Musical success, my childhood dream come true.

As I sit on the long sofa, I place my hands behind my head, as the first lot of groupies and fans arrive. Some of them are girls we have known for a while, most of them were here for Darius, our lead guitarist, who has no qualms about satisfying their fantasy of bedding a rockstar. I watch as already, one of the girls clad in a short leather skirt and skin tight ‘Apparent’ Vest top, is straddling his knees grinding up against him, as he makes light work of the top, and is soon sucking on her naked breasts. The girl doesn’t mind, in fact, she enjoys it. Lemming, our base guitarist, pulls his own groupie to him, whispering into her ear, as the girl giggles and nods her head before dropping to her knees in front of him, and so the party starts.

I watch on, unaffected, and all of the regular girls who follow us around already know I am not interested in partaking in the s*x fest that is about to take place. Not that I am a monk, but I am not interested in my band mates' sloppy seconds, or girls who sleep their way around the famous men they seek favour with. However, when my twin is with us, he takes full advantage of what the groupies have to offer. He is the ladies’ man of our family, and slept his way through most of the medical students when he was at university, training to become a doctor.

However, neither of us have met the girl of our dreams, and call me old-fashioned, because I am holding out for that perfect woman, who will live up to my own little fantasy and needs, one the world would frown upon. I want a specific type of woman in my life, one who is not afraid to break the rules set out by society,

Both Elliot and I once thought we had found her, the perfect girl who was beautiful and strong, the perfect mixture of naughty and nice. A girl that may look to embrace something more than a conventional relationship. A girl with a wild streak that both my brother and I would satisfy. But she was underage, a girl from Sicily. I had been invited to play on her 17th birthday, and although the band and I normally avoid those types of gigs, her father was not to be messed with, and the money offered was too good to resist. I had hoped to return for her 18th birthday party, but the invite never came, and the hope we had found her disappeared. Have I thought of that girl in the four years since that night? Definitely, there was just something about her, other than her wild chocolate curls, and big expressive eyes. Even at just 17, she had a body a man would die for, large breasts, that bounced when she danced, a backside that was pert and round, as she swung her hips to the beat. The look of lust in her eyes as she watched me perform, then the biting of her bottom lip, as she glanced at Elliot, that lust increased, as her pupils dilated, and her n*****s poked through the fabric of her silk top. She had been a sight for sore eyes, that girl would have been perfect. But it was not to be, and so, for the umpteenth time since seeing her, I gave my head an internal shake, and put all thoughts of her out of my mind.

I grabbed another bottle of water, downing it in one gulp, the afterparty was in full swing, as my bandmates took full advantage of the girls who were now all in various stages of undress, doing things that many a porn star would blanch at. It was my cue to leave, and standing up, I walked out of the dressing room, and headed down the stark corridor through the VIP entrance into the awaiting car, as the flashes of the photographers blinded my eyes. The car sped away, heading out of the city, onto the country roads that led to the middle of nowhere and my family home.

As my chauffer driven car drove up the pebbled driveway, I felt my body begin to finally relax. Home, the place my siblings and I always returned to. As I opened the door to the house, and stepped inside, my mother and father were waiting for me, smiles on their faces.

“Hey superstar, how was the gig?” my father, the billionaire former CEO of The Masters Group of companies, grinned at me. He had retired a few years ago, passing the company to my half brother Steven, who ran it like a boss and was the winner of a young entrepreneur award.

If it wasn’t for the years between us in age, Dad, Elliot and I could well be mistaken for triplets. His black hair was slightly peppered with grey at the temples, making him look distinguished. His ice-grey eyes had fine lines as he smiled lovingly at me.

“It was good, but I am glad to have a few months of rest, it was one hell of a long tour on the road,” I smiled at him.

“Your dad and I wanted to come tonight, but we had forgotten we agreed to have the grandkids this weekend,” My mam said, grinning at me, then wrapping her arms around my body, scrunching up her nose.

“Geeze Jaxon, but you need a shower,” She said, shaking her head, but not letting me go.

“Thanks Mam. Nice to see you too,” I laughed at her.

“Sorry, but all that leather and sweat is not a good smell,” She informs me.

She is not wrong, normally I would shower after a gig, but tonight I just wanted to go home.

“Is Elliot about?” I asked of my twin. As much as I love and miss my parents and older half siblings, I have, as always, missed him the most. He is the other half of me, literally, a single egg split into two halves in our mothers womb. We share a bond, most will not understand, and even have our own language that we created when we were small, for our most secret conversations.

“He is on night shift at the hospital. He messaged earlier. They are very busy. Apparently some rock concert was playing, and there was an influx of fainting girls, who, when they took one look at their doctor, screamed and cried and fainted again.” Mam laughed.

“Did they think they were dreaming,” I laughed.

“Yes, I think they thought they were hallucinating,” Dad chuckled.

Other than Elliott’s hair being cut short at the back and the sides, we are identical in every way, and I can only imagine the hormonal teenagers who had danced in the mosh pit, only to faint, waking up to him hovering over them with his stethoscope was more than a little weird for them all. Although I am famous, and do not hide my twin, the fact that I have one is not as common knowledge as you might think, and shocks quite a few of the band's fans when they find out.

Instantly my mind wanders back to four years ago, that 17th birthday party, and the gorgeous face that looked both shocked and delighted between me and my brother. The image is as clear as day in my mind, and once again I shake those thoughts out of my head, and smiling at my parents, head towards the large staircase.

“I will go get that shower, then I think I will crash. See you in the morning, rent's”. I smiled at the pair of them, going up the stairs back to my room, ready to sleep the rest of the night away.