The path way decorated with tall wooden square frames fitted at uniform distance. Silky white curtains drapes on the both sides with two medium side crystal balls and big ball of golden fairy light wrapped around it are in the middle. Blue LED adjustable lights are installed down either side of the path, reflecting different shades of blue colors. The bright colors and lights popped more highly in the dark moonless night. Nixon rolled his eyes at the decoration. Just a showoff, he snorted. The party is for the thirty fifth marriage anniversary of his parents. What this party would do, Nixon has no idea. It's not like his parents loved or loves each other. They both are together only because both benefited each other being together.
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The decorative path lead to the wide polished expensive Italian marble with expensive velvet red carpet rolling up to the entrance door. Small plants of flowers are potted down in the middle. The glass door is framed with big silver and white balloons which tied together and shaped in a arc. Taking a look at time in his Rolex watch, Nixon sighed. Two hours late for the party, he shrugged. Oh well, he come that's something to count.
Impressive.
The bar in the right side is stocked with very expensive alcoholic drinks with no limits. Their are two bartenders making and mixing drinks. Delicious food served by the waiters in expensive china plates at the tables to the guest which after a minute of observation confirmed Nixon's suspicion are investors, businessmen, important media people and so on.
Nixon's outfit
He buttoned his black jacket, running a hand through his black hair then masked his face blank. He pocketed both his hands in black color slim fitted slacks. His TucciPolo Dace Moccasin shiny ostrich leather shoes are soundless on the marble floor.
The hall is decorated with white and silver theme with occasional popped up golden. Big crystals hanging reflecting the golden lights of chandeliers. Round tables with five seats each set of the left corner. Tables draped with white silk clothes matching the drapes and seat covers of the seats with silver cushions. His green orbs roam around the hall to catch some tolerable person.
" Dude, mom is going out of her mind. Where have you been?? You missed all the fun. . . ."
A teasing voice mocked him from behind making Nixon chuckled with a smirk he turn. Elliot, his younger brother wiggle his brows with a mischievous shine in his icy blue eyes. While all his three siblings have brown hair ranging in light and dark hues with blue color eyes, Nixon stand out with black tresses and green orbs. He got his features from his father and his siblings from their mother.
"Busy."
Elliot crackled at his brother's one word answer. Nixon's lips twitched upward slightly. If anyone in his family he can tolerate is Elliot. Everyone care about the prefect family frame to be portrayed. One good thing about Elliot was he never judged anyone. You tell him that you murdered someone he would not blink a eyelid. For a sixteen year old boy, Elliot was way more matured and sharp minded than any other human of his age. What most made Nixon closest to his youngest sibling is no question policy of his. Elliot never nag or question repeatedly unlike all the members of the family. It was best quality that made Nixon and Elliot be the close bond of siblings. They both had each others' back with no questions asked. Other best thing was sense of humor of his brother that made Nixon's life a lot easier.
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" As if, doesn't Mrs. Blood scold you for your attire??"
" Oh man, you had to see the look on her face when mother saw me entering the hall. . . . ."
Both brothers chuckled at their over-dramatic mother. Nixon can imagine his mother's antics when she had seen Elliot's attire which consist of white shirt, tie and jeans, his signature black leather jacket. Not an appropriate attire for the party in eyes of Mrs. Blood. Huh. It looked fine to Nixon atleast after finding the price tag of the leather jacket that is more than his own custom fit three piece suit.
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" Heya! bros."
A gorgeous brown shoulder length tresses with blonde highlights wearing a short skin fit off shoulder black dress with elbow sleeves. The dress is semi classy with a flaring skirt, diamond tear drop shaped necklace to complete the look with nice pointy shiver sparkly shoes. She walked holding a glass of Margarita joined the Blood males. Her face has twisted in a snarl and glare, greeted Nixon and Elliot in a sugary sweet tone, nothing is sweet in the tone.
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"Hey!! doll. . . . "
" El , don't doll me. You both assholes left me here to endure with these son of bitches. I had to endure whole one hour with them alone. . . . . .god how the fuck Dee does this?? "
Natalie puffed her cheeks in frustration at the nickname given by her twin making Nixon rolled his eyes again at his sister's dramatics which she had in genetics from their mother. Huh. So many time rolling of eyes. Some day Nixon would be announced the king of rolling eyes. Elliot grinned while pitching his twin's cheeks to tease her more. Elliot's icy blues twinkling in humor while his twin's greenish blue orbs narrowed in warning. Oh, he smell a fight soon going to break out.
" Aww, see this Nix . . . . my twin is dressed up nicely."
Here we go again.
The Elder sibling groan in annoyance as twins of the family started to throw insults at each other. He wonder if both ever get tired throwing the same insulting words at each other. Hell, even Nixon can tell what insult would Natalie throw specific to the each counter attack of her twin. It's boring to watch until both actually had pissed off Dee. It something worth watching. Dee might be the only person in Blood family who is gentle but his inner beast somethings also emerge out of its hiding if someone pissed him off seriously. The quote 'the silent ones are the most dangerous ones' fit perfectly well on him. Sighing, Nixon accepted a glass of drink from a waiter to stop his mind wandering.
If guards were not able to inform their mother about his arrival then these banter would surely picked by Hazel Blood.
Hazel's outfit
" Fast."
He muttered silently as he watch from a corner, their mother walking straight towards twins who totally ignorant of the warden. Nixon calmly turn and strolled past both hissing pups whistling a tune under his breath. Taking another glass of champagne he eyed the crowd, while his ears stay towards the snarling mother. Usually, he would jump right in to get the only tolerable sibling out but not today. His main goal is to stay blend in and out of the warden's eyes. His eyes roam around the hall to find something to entertain himself but they fell upon his father.
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Tyrone Leo Blood, the king of the business world and also don of mafia world. He is cunning and most powerful man with wealth, fame and power. Known for manipulative and complex gaming mind tricks in business dealings. He would be god for thousands and thousands of employees working under the world wide spread hotels but as a man of family, he failed every damn role. Tyrone neither able to succeed in being a good husband nor in being a good father. Hell, Nixon and his siblings are born because he needed a pawn to transfer the company. The man never treated any of his children as a father would. For that Nixon hate him. One thing that his father did good was he never faked anything like his mother who throw no chance to paint a perfect happy family in front of audience while creating webs of lies. For that he hate the woman more than his father. With his father, he does not has any expectation whereas with Hazel Blood you never know when that woman is acting. As a child who wanted love of his parents Nixon was fooled by Hazel each and everyday. At school and other public events, his mother would act like a dotting mother which made little Nixon's heart bloom with hope only to be crushed as soon as they inside the walls of their house. His father might be a manipulative bastard but he never lied to Nixon not even when his fifteen year old self discovered him shooting bullets in a man.
A new level of rage boiled in his body as he see his mother acting all lovey dovey mother with his brother, Dee. Darius Blood, the second born of the Blood family is the most sensitive one of the pack. Its duty of twins to keep an eye on Dee whose eyes are yet to open to see the reality. Dee truly did believed all the fake affection of their mother. He follow all the commands of their parents without any question in hope to get their attention. Nixon feels sorry of his brother's hopes. It would be devastating when Darius learn the truth, he would be heart broken. Nixon had seen the sparkle in his brother's eyes who greedily basking in Hazel's act. The same sparkle of hope he had seen in his younger shelf's eyes in past. What a fool, Nixon scoffed. Their parents are not capable at showing affection. They wanted their fame and wealth, that's the only thing that matters to Tyrone and Hazel. If showing fake affection would get any profit then without a doubt the couple would do that. It's only matter of time before all the true colors of the prefect business couple will be revealed and Nixon will be the first one to buy the front row ticket to watch. He spend an hour drinking and eating food. His eyes seeks his other brother who was now standing with his father. Shaking his head, he went out of the crowd to get some peace. The greedy and plastic smiles on surgically prefect bodies dipped in shiny fabrics and expensive jewels starting to hurt his eyes. Natalie and Elliot both had left a while ago to entertain themselves. If he take a good guess then Natalie would be busy sneaking keys of expensive parked cars of guests to go for drive. Surprisingly, the girl is very good at it. She will be talking to you and in next second every item in your pocket will be in her possession without you knowing. Elliot will doing whatever he do. That guy is always super secretive, hell he locked his own room whenever he goes out.
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A feeling of calmness enveloped him as soon as he step out of the range of hall in the garden. Thankfully, the place is free of people to breathe. Tossing the champagne down his throat, Nixon walked deeper in the side path of the garden. The atmosphere of the cold night is peaceful, his coiled muscles relaxed. At distance a lump which distinctively look like a human catch his eyes. His mind is whispering to investigate, shrugging he cover the distance. If he identify the person then maybe his feeling will get kind enough and Nixon inform the security about the pass out human.
" Elliot??"
He questioned seeing his brother laying at the grass. His brows scrunched in worry when he got no vocal response. Moving towards Elliot, Nixon nudged him with his foot. Still no answer. Frowning, he crouched down shaking Elliot a bit roughly.
" El, come on."
No response.
Rolling his eyes at his brother who had weird fascination with wine but he is never good at hold alcohol. A glass of one or two of wine is all he need to knocked out cold. As Nixon hands gasp to haul his passed out brother, he feel something wet and sticky. It covered his right hand. Something feels wrong. He quickly turn on flash light of his phone to check. Nixon's hand is covered in red liquid. Blood. Cursing, he throw his suit jacket over the large bleeding wound of the shoulder that looks bad and hauled his brother in his arms. How he let his guards down. He should hunt Elliot down as soon as he did not find him in the hall. Blood in his veins chilled how cold Elliot skin feels to touch. Nixon run carrying his brother in arms. Red seeping in his vision in fury and Nixon is silent because his brother need him more than him hunting the attackers down to rip apart all limb by limb.
" BRAD!!!"
He yelled for the butler who is going towards hall. The older man startled by loudness of voice, his eyes widen in shock when he see the youngest son bleeding in arms of the young master. Brad hurried down the steps and run towards the male yelling at unconscious his brother in arms to wake up. In decoration lightening of the party, all the wounds are visible. The white shirt of Elliot is torn and soaking red, bruises on face and neck made Nixon nostrils flare in anger, muscles coiled up so tight that vein of his forehead and neck visible. Brad cringe by the sound of grinding teeth coming from Nixon.
" Sir, what happened. . . ."
" Come with me."
Brad flinched due to the harshness of tone but compose himself and nodded. Running ahead of them to open the door of the car while informing the security to open the gates. He slide his body inside and cradled the youngest child of the family tight in his hold, minding the bleeding wounds. Nixon feel his body vibrating in fury. Someone hurt his little brother. With this much of security an intruder came and attacked Elliot. Rubber of the wheels squeal as the car geared in. He doesn't wait for the parking door to open, stepping harder on the accelerator the car burst out, crashing down doors with loud crackling noise.
" SIR. . "
" They are too slow. . . ."
Nixon shrugged. His insides are burning in concern and worry for his brother. Who the hell dare to cross them and attack. Why no one able to see someone who attacked Elliot? God knows what would have happened if Nixon did not went out for a moment to get air. His little brother would bleed to death and no one know before it was too late. A animalistic sound rumbled from his chest just by the thought it. His grip tighten making the leather cover of wheel groan, knuckles turn white that how hard the hold is.
The car roared and purred due to speeding engine adopting the mood of the owner of the car. Cars are blaring horns, drivers shouting but Nixon did not stop for a second. Elder sibling only focused on the slow breathing of his brother that decreasing by the passing time. He ignored the butler's cursing and praying. Nixon cursed his parents for organizing the party in the middle of nowhere. His eyes flicker on the rear view mirror, Brad is wrapping cloth around the large bleeding wound. Grinding his molars, he increasing the speed more. Car's engine pumping violently.
" Oh, thank god. . . "
Butler breathe out in relief when the glowing sign of the hospital came in sight. He had been working as a butler of Blood empire for more than two decades and had witnessed various things but nothing had scared him that much as the next step of the heir of Blood Empire does. Instead of slowing down, the speed of the vehicle increased to the point where it making the engine roared like a bear in anger. Gulping down, Brad quickly wrapped his coat jacket around Elliot upper body and curled himself protective hold over the injured boy. He know young Master has no intention to stop, they are going to crash. A cry left his mouth when the car hit the stair case and crashed the entrance glass door. Glass shattered everywhere, sound of people shrieking, squeals of fear heard. Brad hissed through clench teeth when a sharp piece of glass cut his right cheek and a large one dug in his arm but he did not loose his hold Elliot.
The car does not stop there, it speed through the hall, scratching both sides with ear splitting screech but Nixon does not care about his million dollar car getting ruined or the pieces of glass piercing him. No, he is worried more about his unconscious brother. People jumping out of the way as a mad driver entered the hospital, yelling in shock. It does not seem that Nixon going to stop any time soon.
" Sir, you have to stop. We are in the hospital."
Butler softly squeezed young man's shoulder to snap Nixon out of the daze. To his relief car slow down and come to halt. He immediately scramble out and drag a lean Asian man wearing doctor's scrubs towards Elliot who laying unconscious and looks deadly pale. Brad fear the rage of Nixon if something happened to the youngest sibling. Nothing going to save them from the beast that would burn the world.
" Help him."
Nixon growled at the pale thin man who is busy gawking them not understanding the situation. They can not waste a second but the stupid doctor clearly not getting it as he is too busy staring at the car crashed in the corridor and Brad. Seeing Nixon glare, he turn even more pale before nodded frantically. Elliot is wheeled by two nurses. Brad know that Master Nixon adored his brother more as son than a sibling. He himself seen the bond of two siblings. Seeing someone who you see your own child; hurt and bleeding can make anyone crazy. Butler know a lot of secrets of Blood household. He had witness the relationship of siblings and the stained bond of the parents with children. Taking a calm breathe to stop his trembling, butler did what he had been doing since he appointed as a head butler of Blood household; taking care of the children. Now, he know why his wife feared Nixon more that Tyrone Blood. The whole thing shook him to the core. God, he is getting old or Nixon is more dangerous than his father. Brad doesn't want to know. If seeing his sibling hurt can make Nixon Blood this furious then the head butler only pray for safety of people in Blood household when the heir of Blood empire fall in love.
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