Nicandro O'Neil (Book 5: A Mob Boss's Son)

21. Back Home

Nicandro was looking at the gates of his school as he smiled "Home sweet home." He had his back pack on with all his necessities for the day. The rest of his belongings from military school were transferred home. As soon as his mother had called him up to say Jay Marconi was coming to his school, there was no way he was going to stay back at military school when he had enough credits to graduate as captain. Now that Leyton was gone too, he was one lonely Irish. So he didnt want to put up with Arc who was really testing his patience talking about his cousin, Lavinia non stop. It was getting annoying.

He entered the gates and looked at his kingdom. He saw some skater boys who's eyes widened at seeing him. He pretended to take a step towards them "What are you looking at punks?"

The boys looked horrified as they mumbled "nothing" and one fell off his skate and they skated away like their lives depended on it.

Nicandro walked towards the special area where skating routes were places. He spotted his  brother skating. He found a skate board and got on it. He followed his brother "Oi. Nathan..."

Nathan turned around and said "Holy mother of..." His eyes widened "What are you doing here?"

Nicandro reached his brother and stopped "I am back... I am going straight to the football practice. You better not have recruited some useless players for this season..."

Nathan stiffened "Well... It was hard to recruit this year..."

Nicandro asked "Was it? How bad is the team?"

Nathan swallowed hard.

Nicandro said "I just asked you a question... How bad is it?"

Nathan said quickly "We have a few spaces to fill... We were hampered with injuries... I tried... I swear..." He then saw his brother's hardened expression as the sign to run. He said "Oh, look that way?"

As Nicandro looked into the distance and then Nathan pushed his brother off his skate board and skated away.

Nicandro growled and said "Get back here if you dare..."

Nathan said "I dont dare..." He then mumbled to himself "Ego, my backside... I dont want to die..." He then skated as fast as he could until he reached the football practice field. He quickly grabbed his shoes from the racks and changed from his skates. He spotted his brother with his skateboard approaching. He made the sign of the cross and then entered the building where they had training rooms. As he ran inside he saw Michangelo and said "Hide me man... My brother is here to murder me..."

Michangelo was lifting weights "Nicandro? Isn't he miles away?"

Nathan frantically looked around the room to find a hiding spot "Never mind. That janitor closet will do. Dont blow my cover man..."

Michangelo said "Sure. Now you know how I feel man... Arc wanted my blood too... Seems like our older brothers get the urge to kill us and military school equips them with what they need..." He then bent over to attach some more weights... He couldnt decide which weights to choose..."

As Nicandro walked by he said "Hey... Dude. Have you seen Nathan?"

Michangelo stood up and turned around giving him a shrug.

Nicandro said "Mike... What are you doing here? Why are you using the gym here?"

Michangelo shrugged "Your brother forced me to join your stupid team... Blackmail... Chasing me everywhere... Reminding me that this is an O'Neil school..."

Nicandro didnt expect that. He walked inside "So you are in my team? For real? You are actually playing for the football team? Arc said you would rather jump out of a window that play football. He said its boring you to death so you wanted to join military school but it didnt work out..."