Damon was asleep when his aeroplane landed in Rome. Thankfully, his sister shook his shoulder to wake him up. The drug baron groaned, not happy that the trip was over already. Damon appeared too tired lately as he was running around a lot. He was always busy, but the last weeks had been a total buzzkill. The trip to Italy was more than just a stupid meeting with rich, dangerous people. To him, it was also some kind of holiday. The kingpin couldn't remember what the last time he'd been actually on holiday or tried to relax was.

"Damon... We're here...."

"Already?"

He took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes with his right palm. His eyes were redder than usual, and he wasn't high for sure. He hissed a bit, feeling them hurt and sting. Deetra raised her eyebrows, glaring at her brother before holding his hands away from his face.

"Stop it; you're going to make them worse by rubbing them!"

"Fine, fine, I'll stop...!"

Damon growled as her sibling pulled away from him, chuckling. He pushed his sunglasses back up his nose with a groan. The drug baron turned his head and saw Domenico with the corner of his eye. The boy was on his iPhone with his headphones over his head, enjoying his playlists.

Damon stood up and fixed his suit; his cousin ignored him rolling his eyes still on his phone. The kingpin walked down the stairs; Lazaro welcomed him with a big smile and a handshake.

"Damon! Such a delight to have you here!"

Lazaro spoke with a wide grin before looking right and left.

"Where's Domenico?"

"Don't worry, your son's in the aeroplane."

Damon turned around and pointed at it with a growl.

Meanwhile, Deetra was trying hard to make her cousin leave the aeroplane. She was holding his arm with all her strength trying to make him leave his seat. Domenico was close to tears holding onto the seat, not wanting to go.

"D-Deetra, please, I don't want to go back to my father...!"

"DOMENICO, GET UP NOW!"

Deetra yelled at him before letting off his arm with a puff. She glared at him in anger with wide eyes, but Domenico just looked outside the window, soon seeing his father. He tried to curl into his seat, not wanting to face him after so many weeks.

"Domenico, we must go to Damon; get up!"

"N-No! Can't we just "steal" the aeroplane and leave!?"

Deetra growled, glancing at his puppy eyes. The woman closed her eyes and rubbed the sides of her nose with her fingers. She inhaled deeply before opening her eyes and turning to James.

"James."

"Yes, dear!"

James was just sitting here and a few minutes while laughing with them and enjoying the show. His laughter was shortly cut after feeling his girlfriend's cold stare on him.

"You know what to do."

James sighed before standing up and walking straight to Domenico. Domenico lifted his head and glared at him with wide eyes read to plead for his life. Deetra started walking towards the aeroplane exit as James grinned and lifted Domenico pushing him like a sack over his shoulder. Domenico started screaming and swearing in Italian while hitting James' back. The hitman sighed and ignored him before grabbing with his free hand the boy's duffle bag.

"J-James, let me down! P-Please! I am sorry for licking your ice cream!"

"Too late, mate. Too late...."

James laughed, walking out with quick steps and a broad smile. Lazaro's smile at the same time had disappeared, seeing his son cause a whole scene and humiliate himself.

"D-Domenico! What are you doing!?"

James tried to hold his laugh back as he left down Domenico in front of his father along with his duffle bag.

"I-I...."

"He didn't want to see you... sir."

James mumbled before receiving a punch on the shoulder by Domenico. The hitman bit his bottom lip, trying not to giggle before coughing to keep himself from laughing.

Lazaro growled in anger turning to his son. Domenico gulped, ready to tap on the play button on his screen so the headphones will fill him with music. He wasn't in the mood to hear his father yelling the moment he stepped back into Rome.

"Is that true, Domenico?"

Lazaro puffed as his face softened. He glared down for a split second with his hands in the pockets of his pants. Domenico said nothing in return as Lazaro pointed at one of the two black armoured jeeps behind him.

"Get in, now. We'll talk home."

Domenico chuckled, grabbing his duffle bag and going straight towards the vehicle. He turned to James, giving him the middle finger before getting in. James simply smiled and waved at him softly.

"I hope Domenico wasn't a big trouble to you."

Lazaro looked at Damon and spoke in a soft tone. Damon simple laughed before patting his uncle's shoulder gently.

"He was alright, no worries. He behaved nicely and was always following my orders."

"What about that girl you said he was over the hills for?"

Damon turned to Deetra for a second. His sister looked away as Damon giggled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"They.. uh... drifted apart...."

"Did anything happen?"

Lazaro asked, raising his eyebrow. Damon coughed, not knowing what to say before glancing away.

"They just couldn't...uh... keep contact, you know! Domenico's in Rome, and she is in London... yeah...."

"Oh, makes sense! I didn't like her anyway; I wouldn't want my son to end up with some goth girl."

Damon rolled his eyes, ignoring his uncle's comments. Lazaro turned his chin before scanning James from head to toes. He narrowed his eyes and started speaking to his nephew with a fake smile.

"And what is this man doing here?"

James gulped before smiling back at Lazaro.

"He wanted to come along, uncle."

"I hope he won't cause any trouble."

"I won't, sir."

James talked with a deep voice and a serious tone smirking a bit. Lazaro nodded and chuckled, still scanning James' figure.

"C'mon, let's go. Damon and Deetra, you'll come with me. James can get in the other jeep along with my son."

"What? Why -"

"Yes, of course."

James interrupted Deetra before glaring at her. She lowered her head as he smiled, walking towards the jeep. When James got in, Lazaro turned to the twins with a rugged look.

"Everyone's going to stay at one of those expensive five-star hotels. You could, too or stay at my mansion. I thought it would be nice to be all together after so long like a -"

"Family."

Damon finished Lazaro's sentence with a small smile receiving a chuckle from his family.

"That would be nice. What do you say, Deetra?"

Damon glared at Deetra as she nodded slowly. Lazaro clapped his palms together with a broad smile glancing at both of them.

"Great! Deetra's gonna have her own room, and Damon will be with James."

"What!? Why!?"

Deetra scoffed, crossing her arms while narrowing her eyebrows mad. Lazaro ignored her and continued talking to Damon.

"Because I have an underage son, and I don't want any... stupid things between the two of you."

Lazaro grinned wickedly before stepping towards the other jeep. The twins followed him; Deetra was still angry as Damon hit her shoulder playfully, only to receive back a frozen stare.

When they arrived at Lazaro's mansion, Deetra was still mad at her uncle for not letting her sleep with her boyfriend. Her face softened a bit when she faced her aunt, who welcomed her with a big hug.

It's been a while since the twins saw Isabella. Usually, Lazaro would be found alone in London or with his son, Domenico. Isabella was always smiling and seemed like such a cheerful woman. Damon never understood how she stayed with his uncle after what had happened between him and his mother. Maybe she didn't know it, or perhaps she chose to ignore it for her and her kids own good.

"Aunt Isabella!"

Deetra smiled cheerfully, hugging her with a big smile, her smile disappearing for a split second when she faced her uncle. Of course, she wouldn't let him do whatever he wants.

"Oh, Deetra! Look at you, such a big beautiful woman!"

Isabella held her hands and then her cheeks. Deetra giggled as Damon lowered his sunglasses, waving awkwardly.

"Hey, aunt Isabella...."

"Oh, Damon!"

The woman hugged the man with all her strength; Damon gulped and wrapped his arms around her. His body had already tensed up as he wasn't used to hugging people and having them so close to him.

"You've grown so old since the last time I had seen you! Oh, you must get all the chicks!"

Isabella brought her palms to his cheeks before pinching them gently with a wide smile. Damon just stood them, chuckling in pain before laughing awkwardly.

"Sure I do...."

He mumbled under his breath before seeing Lazaro, James, and Domenico walk towards them. Isabella patted Domenico's head as he growled, running to his bedroom, closing the door behind. She sighed and turned to face James. The woman narrowed her eyes before looking at her husband."

"And who is this fine gentleman, darling?"

"Oh, uh, aunt Isabella, he's my b -"

"Bodyguard, love. He is the twins' bodyguard."

Lazaro interrupted Deetra and finished her sentence. Deetra growled and bit her lip to calm herself as Isabella glanced at her niece and then at Lazaro.

"Oh! What's your name, dear?"

"James, ma'am."

James smiled and held her hand, kissing it softly. Damon rolled his eyes, seeing his friend having a whole show. Isabella smiled before glaring at Deetra for a split second.

"Please call me Isabella, James. Deetra, darling, would you like to come to the kitchen with me? I'm sure your uncle could take your suitcase to your room."

Isabella turned to her husband with a soft grin; Lazaro sighed and nodded before grabbing Deetra's suitcase.

Deetra followed her aunt to the kitchen, and Isabella was sure that the men were upstairs; he faced her niece with a smile.

"I'll ask you something, but you'll tell me the truth."

"O...kay?"

"Lazaro would never bring home a simple "bodyguard" to stay with us. Is he your fiancé?"

Deetra opened her mouth before glaring away. A blush crept into her cheeks as she nodded.

"Well, not fiancé exactly; he's my boyfriend!"

Isabella gasped softly before grabbing Deetra's hands, cheering.

"Oh, that's amazing, dear! I am so happy for you! He looked like such a kind, polite man!"

Deetra laughed awkwardly, knowing her boyfriend's job.

"Is he British?"

"Well, his parents are from Italy, but he grew up in London."

"An Italian! Double surprise! Oh, I can't wait for your wedding!"

Deetra pulled her hands away, still laughing in awkwardness, not knowing what to say back. She rubbed her hands together and glared away.

"Yeah, yeah.... So, uh, where's Luca? He's probably a big boy now!"

"Oh, he's in his room! C'mon, I hope he remembers his cousin!"

Isabella giggled, pushing Deetra out of the kitchen and towards the stairs to go and see Luca.

Meanwhile, Damon left his luggage in his room, seeing the big king-sized bed. He laughed, lying down, soon seeing James beside him. Damon jumped a bit, pulling away from him before receiving a fit of laughter from his buddy.

"I guess we'll sleep together."

"That's kinda gay, mate."

Damon chuckled at his friend's comment before laughing a bit. James pushed his arms lazily behind his head, glaring at the ceiling along with his friend.

"So...."

"So?"

Damon turned to face James as he puffed. He almost laughed, trying to form a sentence.

"Two friends sharing a bed... hopefully, nothing bad will happen."

"Bad!? Will ya murder me!?"

Damon scoffed, moving his head as James burst into laughed, pushing his lips together, kissing in the air.

"Ew, stop it!"

Damon shouted, hitting him again and again with the pillow. James put his arms in front of his face for protection, still laughing loudly.

"Anyways, what was the last time we shared a bed?"

"Probably at high school when we were on a school trip or something."

James shrugged as Damon closed his eyes, yawning. James glanced at him with the corner of his eyes and a soft smile. When he was sure that his friend was half-asleep, he pulled closer to him and pushed his arm around his chest, whispering to his ear.

"Good night, my sweet prince...!"

"... Fuck off, James."