I couldn't miss the way he raised his eyebrow at my comment. 

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-Eight."

"Damn. Thought you might have been younger than that. You look like you are in your early twenties, I have more wrinkles and I'm younger than you."

Creed stuck his hand out to Alessio and they shook hands. He looked at Creed almost as if he knew him. I wondered if maybe they had met in passing, after all, it was a possibility because Creed had been working over here. 

"Nice to meet you, Alessio. I'm Creed."

"Likewise."

"Alessio, Show them to the dining room, We are all going to have dinner there before we settle down and prepare to fly you out in two days."

"Alright."

I couldn't help but noticed how he clenched his hands in frustration. There was no way this man couldn't look after himself, He had to have some knowledge of guns and fighting. His grandfather wouldn't have left him to be so weak, not in this world. Once we got into the dining room I wrapped my arm around Creed well Alessio sat at the table. I drew Creed's handgun out of his waistband flicked the checked the safety was on and pointed it at him. Creed was still beside me not moving a bit. 

"Alexi what are you----"

"Creed hush."

Alessio didn't flinch even a tick with the gun pointed at him. 

"Are you not worried? You didn't even flinch." I said sharply.

"The safety is on."

He had caught that much. So he did have some gun skills. Creed hummed as he caught on. 

"Alessio, Dismantle the gun," I said setting the gun on the table and sliding it towards him. 

"I don't---"

"You're lying," Creed said watching his every movement. 

Alessio sighed before he dismantled the handgun, Checked all the parts over before he reassembled it pretty quickly.

"This gun is well used. Chances are it very rarely ever jams, if ever at all." Alessio said as he looked it over once it was back together. He clearly knew his guns. 

"Who showed you?" Creed asked softly.

"My grandfather. My mother is never to know. She didn't want me to have to be involved with this lifestyle. Funny considering both my parents are mafia members."

"Your mother has seen a lot, I'm not surprised she tried to keep you from the bloody side of this."

"I was supposed to have this, all of this. It was supposed to be mine. But she took that from me, She didn't want me to have to deal with all this. My grandfather changed his will because of her, She found out about him giving me the family and she lost her mind. That's also the time her husband found out about me getting the family. He stepped up his games to try to kill me."

"We won't let him kill you," Creed said bluntly.

"I'm not worried, not like she is, She doesn't know I can handle this, but she won't let me even try. She thinks I'm delicate after all. She sent me through school to be a doctor."

Looking over Alessio he was thin, but he also had a sweater and sweat pants on, he might actually have decent strength.  My uncle would train him further, I knew that right off the bat. 

"Have you spoken to him?" I asked suddenly.

"Him? You mean my father?"

"Yeah."

"No, not really. I'm not sure what to say to him after all."

He got out of the chair and walked towards a cabinet pulling out a bottle of whisky and glass. He set them on the table. He poured himself a whisky before dropping himself back in the chair. 

"Help yourselves if you want some." He sighed.

I could see much of my uncle in his behaviour. part of me was going to enjoy Alessio giving my uncle a run for his money. 

Creed grabbed his gun off the table when Alessio slid it back to us. Before I had time to react to Creed, He spoke Alessio's name making him lookup. Alessio's hand shot out and grabbed the object that had gone sailing at him. In his hand, he held a knife, which had the blade covered. 

Alessio, Looked at Creed before pulling the cover off. He looked it over sharply, then back at Creed.

"You were the army here?"

"Yes, for a bit."

"This is a well-kept knife."

"Is it?"

"Yes, The blade is sharp, the tip is still perfectly pointed and not too thin. It's polished to a mirror shine."

If to confirm the sharpness he pulled up his hoodie and pulled the blade against his arm hair. The bald spot was proof of the sharpness. Creed maintained his weapons well. He covered the blade again after he wiped the fingerprints on the blade off. On his hoodie. 

"I'm not useless and I want her to know this, but she will never give me a chance to ever prove it. My grandfather saw my potential and he trained me, but he stopped when my mother made the decision that I wasn't built for this life."

"Don't worry, your father won't leave you out."

His whole personality changed when his mother came into the room with food. She glanced at the whiskey on the table almost disapprovingly, She was muttering under her breath as she left the room again. Pulling off the hoodie I had on I peeled the vest off, Creed did the same. It felt nice to get that sweaty thing off. Sitting down I hadn't thought twice about my arms, after all, I was used to everyone seeing them. 

"What happened?" 

I looked at him, then back at my arms. The scars had faded over time, but only slightly.  His eyes held no pity or sadness, but curiosity.

"My father was a nasty man. Most of all the scars on my skin are from him, however, I've added plenty more to my canvas since then."

Alessio, nodded once before he pulled his sweater sleeve on the right side up and showed his inner arm. There was plenty of burns from what looked like cigars and such. They now had plenty of tattoos covering most of them. I didn't miss the way his mother glared at his exposed arm of tattoos at the dinner table. She sat down and he spoke,

"Mother hates my tattoo's she thinks they look loud against my soft demeanour and that they are inappropriate for a doctor to have them."

"That was not my words, Alessio. I simply said I didn't like them on you."

We ate the dinner that Siena made in silence and I ignored the glares the two of them were sending each other over the table. They had both reached their breaking point by the end of dinner. Siena stood up. 

"Clean this up, I have work to do."