This is a bonus chapter for the Mafia Academy and I promise you want to read it. While I have you, I need to thank you for reading about these three amazing couples. If you continued this far, I'm sure they are as special to you as they are to me. For Mr. Xavier's complete story and how he found himself at Rochester, you’ll want to read Hotter Than Hell available on GoodNovel. Xavier is the head of the desert crime syndicate when Madison enters his world. One day, I plan to write about his children.
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Twelve years later
Mr. Xavier
The room, located at the top of the high-rise building far from Rochester, simply had the initials R.A. etched in glass on the double doors. There was an outer office and an inner conference room with a large antique table that filled the oversized space.
I looked around the empty room, walked to the head of the table, and pulled out a chair. Men and women entered, nodded, and took their seats. Mr. Caleb and Miss Bianchi were the last to walk in. Mr. Caleb pulled the chair out for his wife and they sat and faced me. Mr. Caleb had a small grin on his face. He and his wife had finished their tenure at the academy. It wasn’t only my job being handed off.
I called the meeting to order.
“The changing of the guard,” I said and smiled. “Some of us will have celebrations after leaving here and some will have the largest headache they can imagine weighing down on their shoulders.”
They laughed at what we all knew was true. I couldn’t think of a better team to take on the teen demons of Rochester. I glanced at the carefully chosen families. Like their mothers and fathers, they’d also graduated from Rochester. They put us through hell but payback was coming.
I glanced at Caine and Luna Fenella. They were taking leave of the Laterza family while they fulfilled their obligation to the academy. Gabriel and Rosa Caruso were stepping into their shoes back at home.
I gave them a nod. They were taking on my role as partners. If Luna wanted to bash in a student’s head, her calmer husband would help curtail her insanity. They were the perfect couple for the position.
“Are you prepared for this coming year?” I asked them.
Luna smiled and flipped a quarter between her fingers. It flashed in the light along with the silver buckles and zippers on her leather. Caine glanced at her, turned to me, and grinned.
“Can’t wait to get back. I have fond memories.”
“Of making my life hell,” I said with my own grin.
“You had me shaking in my boots on more than one occasion. I’m fully prepared for your children to make our lives hell. Should be fun.”
“Piece of cake,” said Luna.
Fun might not be the best word and piece of cake would bite her in the ass the first week. I would always wonder how it went but once I left this conference room, my internal information on Rochester and the students came to an end. My children would have no advantages.
My attention turned to Alessandro and Gia Brambilla. They were filling Mr. Caleb and Miss Bianchi’s roles. Gia had a master’s degree in psychology and Alessandro had a master’s in finance. They were well prepared for the coming nightmare called teaching and would work closely with the Fenellas when problems arose.
“Have you managed to get situated in your new house?” I asked them.
Rochester owned large spacious homes miles from the academy that were easily accessible to the academy grounds for emergencies. Unbeknownst to the students, most of the staff lived there.
“We have and we’ve been working on lesson plans and all the boring things that happen as teachers. We need class to start so we can start cleaning up blood,” Gia said.
Everyone laughed again.
I knew they would clean more blood than they wanted to see coming from teenagers. I also knew they were perfect for the job.
Donya and Saint Greco along with Dante and Chaney Laterza were the newest board members. Their positions gave them oversight of the entire program. They would meet here once monthly, but their positions were primarily handled from their homes. Private phone lines for communication had been installed. Their unique positions came with handling the families of students while their children were at the academy. It was one aspect of the job I hated and was glad I was rarely part of it.
“Donya, Saint?” I asked. “Did the first batch of files arrive?”
“We’ve been through half of them and made notes. We’ll have them to Caine and Luna in two weeks.” This came from Saint.
“Ours should also be finished by then,” said Chaney. “We have some more digging on a few students, but we should still be able to stick to the schedule.”
“This is it, then. Caine and Luna, if you would like to move to the head of the table, I will leave you to your work. I hope my children give you hell. You have Brightly in two years. Work out the kinks because it’s going to take every one of you to keep the other kids safe from her.”
I walked out and handed a small package to the secretary. It held the keys and access codes to my former life. My second former life actually. My plane touched down four hours later, and I stepped into the Arizona heat. It had always been home.
Madison was alone when I arrived at our new house. Boxes were everywhere and the kids had found a way to escape and were visiting Dax’s kids at the clubhouse.
My wife’s arms came around me. “How did it go?”
“They think they’re ready. It’s good to be home.” I kissed her gently. “Are we finishing the unpacking tonight?”
“No, I hope you don’t mind but everyone is coming over to celebrate your retirement. It was Celina’s idea.”
I smiled at her. She’d missed her friends. Hell, I’d missed my former life at times. I was back in Arizona but our past was behind us. Alex and Dax had taken all parts of the business Alex and I built and turned it legit. They’d built an even larger empire in the desert while I was away and now, I was simply a board member. It would kill the time when the kids left for school.
“Brilliant,” I said. “The ladies will have everything put away before they leave and the guys can kick back and watch.”
“I thought it was brilliant too. Gabriella is bringing the food and she’ll be in charge of organizing. I offered her a fortune to come here and take over the house but got a string of every Spanish curse word I was familiar with and a few I wasn’t. We’ll need to find someone.”
“We will. Shower first?” I asked hopefully.
“If you want your retirement gift early, I’m game.”
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“Pops,” my daughter Brightly said and kissed me on the cheek before running off to join the kids in the pool.
Pops was new and she’d picked it up from Dax’s children who were older and more experienced at trouble. His kids would not be attending Rochester, but they were preparing ours for the academy. I shuddered to think what problems they would create before I sent them off. I smiled a little too.
My son grinned from across the pool and did a cannonball to splash everyone. Alex was working with him and of course Dax was getting in time. They stayed clear of Brightly out of fear.
Rochester and the new faculty had no idea what was heading their way but for the next year, I had my son and daughter home. Alex would retire when Chase graduated. Chase, my son, named after his uncle who died many years ago, had a lot of growing up to do. His time was coming though. When it came to both my children, I was a proud pops.
The next chapter in our lives would be even more enjoyable. I placed my arm around Madison. She glanced away from the kids and looked up at me with the same pride in her eyes that I felt.
We had our entire family here with us tonight and it was the perfect way to celebrate.
The End, For Now
AlessandroAlessandro Brambilla, the future don of the Brambilla family, was my birthright. My friends, for want of a better word, called me San. Alessandro, never shortened, was what my father called me. He sent me to a private high school academy called Rochester. He said I would be safe within the hallowed walls of the most sacred institution that served the families. The truth was, I was the dangerous one and no one was safe from me. My father relished his control and explained Rochester was the place that would give me fucking refinement.Rochester was the private school for the Mafia’s progeny. There’s an entire story about how the academy began. Short version starts with two warring families. The war soon extended to every blood line in America and Europe. No one was safe. Women and children died and family succession was up in the air. To stop the bloodshed and annihilation of future leadership, Rochester Academy opened its doors. Mine was the fifth generation to reach senior
Gia“Mi raccomando!” Maria, my best friend, scolded from the other side of the closed door. “I’m leaving you behind if the clock ticks another minute and your booshi ass isn’t out here.”I stepped from the bathroom, my expression and words making my feelings clear for the millionth time.“Leave me. I don’t want to go. Mannaggia tua!” Shit damn was my favorite saying and if Maria was bringing out her Italian, accent and all, I could too. I crossed my arms and resisted the need to stomp my foot.“You promised,” she whined, her hands flaring out around her in danger of removing an eye, to gesture her displeasure in the appropriate Italian manner.I gave her quirky, sexy outfit a sweep. It was totally Maria Greco with wild slashes of red through the black material. The dress, cut on the bias, whatever that meant, wrapped her curves perfectly with a sassy flare at her hips. She knew exactly how to show off her short voluptuous frame and give it every advantage. She kept her dark-brown hair
GiaWith a tug of resentment, I remove my shirt and slid the jeans down my long legs that Maria envied.“I’m putting this thing on but if too much skin shows, I’m not coming out.”“Che palle! I may kill you for calling my work of art a ‘thing.’ Hurry.” The frustration remained heavy in her voice and I knew I wouldn’t escape this night of horror.Maria had little patience to begin with and I’d pushed it too far. With a groan she could hear, I slid the material over my head and allowed it to slink down my body. Black silk, or a silk-like material, with a sheer see-through mesh weave that showed skin. Lots of skin. I glanced in the mirror and groaned louder and removed my underwear because it showed.“It’s perfect, isn’t it?” came from behind the door.“I hate you,” I repeated.The dress wasn’t me but it was flawless or at least would be if I were going to a strip club to perform. The sheer parts would tear free from the silk with the slightest tug or so it seemed. I felt indecent and co
AlessandroRumor said the bitch nudging my lap with her face liked to use teeth. Her sharpies would stay away from my most prized possession. I pushed her off and didn’t bother trying to remember her name. Her straight hair, dyed blond, large tits after surgical enhancement, a possible nose job, though she went back to groping for my dick and I couldn’t see it, was what she offered. I took a pass.Public demonstrations of affection were not my thing.With a slightly harder shove, she went to the floor.She was a recep, short for receptacle. She was here to ease the load when our dicks needed relief. I had no idea why the thought seemed repulsive tonight. She wasn’t forced to make herself available. I took full advantage of willing receps when the princesses were locked down. Lockdown happened when shit went bad on campus. Protect the princesses at all costs.My thoughts turned dark and I shook my head to clear them. The girl climbed half into my lap again, refusing to accept my rude n
AlessandroShe stepped forward and students parted.Another step and I could see every inch of her.Too fucking much of her.I’d saved this bitch for my senior year and made sure the school knew it. No one else would spread those legs before me. Hell, I wasn’t sure her legs deserved spreading so I just might take her from behind the first time. It would also keep me from looking into her lying Rossi eyes.I turned my gaze to my crew. Lust dripped from them even though they cast the occasional look in my direction. Rossi never came to these events. The two of us were rarely in the same room and watching her from across campus was as close as I got.Dark thoughts filled me as I studied her and revenge swirled in my head. My father made it clear I was to stay away and leave the revenge to him. Until this year, I’d done as he demanded, but the waiting was over. I planned to take something from her family that they would never get back just as they took from me. I think one princess’s virg
GiaHis father and mine were friendly enemies and Matteo was the oldest of his family line. He would be an appropriate spouse and the thought turned my stomach. I didn’t think my urge to vomit could take much more.His eyes found mine and I saw something I didn’t expect but should have.Lust.It flamed hot from his body language with his intense approach. Matteo suddenly stopped cold and stared at something over my shoulder on the opposite side of Maria. A warm voice whispered in my ear.“What brought the queen bitch to the party?”I audibly sucked in a breath and still felt as if the oxygen in the room was gone.Alessandro Brambilla stood so close I could smell the musky bite of his cologne. A thrill ran through me. No, it was stone-cold dread.“Che palle! Back off,” Maria whispered harshly behind my back and sneered at Alessandro.My head remained turned to Matteo while my eyes strained sideways in order to catch her look. My chin went up a notch and I met Matteo’s eyes. His read ha
AlessandroI had no idea if the shock on Gia’s face was because Matteo spilled their secret or if it was caused by Matteo spouting bullshit.I’d made it clear to all students that Gia Rossi was off-limits. Even she knew it, though her lying eyes said otherwise. I ruled this academy and reserving her cherry for one hot fucking night was my prerogative.Fucking Matteo. He wouldn’t back down and I didn’t want the trouble he caused. That meant I had to act quickly and put his ugly face in the dirt until he agreed breathing was more important than fucking with me.I’d known he had the numbers. Ours was a beast eat dog mentality and our lives would be exactly this way when we left here. Those who sided with him wanted the fight and didn’t care about who won. If they did, they wouldn’t back Matteo.I’d toned things down since the last clash with the crew that got me and mine into too much fucking trouble. Now the sharks were at my door and if I wanted to hold my place at the top, I would nee
AlessandroI didn’t need my alarm on Monday morning. Though I didn’t want the weekend to end, I’d never relished a day like I did this one. My plans took some coaxing and a lot of luck. The school’s staff knew everything was about position and each play we made moved chess pieces around the board for the best strategy.Even our curriculum included the deadly life lessons it would take to survive along with the financial and business academia we required. I couldn’t imagine another high school in the country with the classes we took.Killing 101, Machine Class, and Carpet Laying were the student’s names for the boring titles placed on our schedules. The upside was the classes weren’t boring in the least.I had Business Finance aka Machine Class first hour. We dubbed it Machine Class because we learned everything about finance including money laundering techniques. We also called it carpet laying because the course included running a brothel. I always knew my hands would be dirty and I