A/N: I've been planning this for a while. I had it started already, but it mysteriously (meaning that I probably deleted it and I just can't remember) disappeared from my computer. I know that I shouldn't start on anything else until my South Park fic is finished, but I couldn't resist. Oh well. Enjoy.
Warnings: I'm not really sure how much violence and swearing will be in this yet, but I can definitely promise one warning; there will be slash (male/male) in this. If you don't like it then I suggest you click off of my fic. This particular chapter swears a few times and has Luke thinking that certain characters-male characters-are hot.
Characters: I'm going to try to put a wide range of the characters into this, along with pairings, but it will have Luke in it. I know he irritated a lot of people, but tough luck. If you can't stand him then you should probably click off of my fic. Right now. Go on. Otherwise, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I'm not Tim Kring. Trust me.
Cosa Nostra
Chapter One
The Beginning
"He looks like Jeremy."
Luke, who had been passed out up until now, was beginning to stir. He could hear voices in the room with him, which was what had woken up from his unconscious state.
'That's weird..'
Luke's father had split on him and his mother years earlier. His mother would occasionally sleep around with guys-the kids in school called her a whore-but they never bothered him; he always slept with his door locked anyway. He didn't have any friends to invite over, either, so it was normally just him and his mother. So where were the male voices he was hearing coming from? Had he fallen asleep in school? Had he even gone to school that day? He had a tendency to skip classes.
"Jeremy's hair isn't even that color."
Luke didn't think he even knew a Jeremy. He didn't recognize the name, but he didn't recognize the voices that were speaking either. So far, he had heard two people-the people discussing whoever this "Jeremy" was-clearly, along with people making noise in the background. He couldn't hear what the other people in the room were talking about, but he could hear their voices, along with their foot steps. They were moving closer.
"I know that. Look at his face though. They look a little alike."
Luke could imagine the two men who were talking about him. They would be smaller than Luke, though they both sounded older. They would be easily taken down in a fight if it came to that-Luke, who loved fighting, would most likely see that it did come to that-and they would be completely unattractive.
'I bet they're real losers.'
"You think abstract art and conceptual art are the same thing."
That confirmed it. They were talking about art. They had to be losers. He had probably fell asleep in the art room or something. There was probably a hoard of nerds surrounding him by now.
The last one that had spoken-the one that apparently knew about art, something Luke didn't-didn't sound like he was from New Jersey, which was where Luke was from; the other male that was involved in the conversation didn't sound like he was from New Jersey either, now that Luke thought about it. It was the first males voice that caught his attention; he sounded as if he had some type of accent, though it took Luke a moment to catch it.
"Will you two stop it already?" This voice was new, possibly one that had been in the background before. "You're acting like children."
The new voice sounded as irritated as the other two had during their banter. It, unlike the other two, sounded commanding. It was the kind of voice that gave Luke wet dreams. It was also the kind of voice that people listened to; the two other males had stopped arguing.
"Good. If you two had been paying more attention to the actual teenager you're standing by instead of acting like one yourselves, you would have noticed that he's awake."
Luke tensed, his body going completely stiff. How had the guy known? He had made sure not to move around too much. It was becoming hard not to squirm now though; he could feel three pairs of eyes, probably from the men who were talking before, staring at him.
"His breathing is uneven."
Luke blinked, momentarily forgetting that he was pretending to be knocked out. He was surprised; he had thought that the male who supposedly didn't know the difference between abstract art and conceptual art was stupid, though he couldn't put his finger on the reason why, especially since he himself didn't know the difference; he did skip classes. Still, it had been the one he had assumed to be stupid that had spoke.
Now that he had opened his eyes, Luke couldn't close them; they knew he was awake for sure now anyway. He couldn't stop staring at the men who were standing above him. His eyes traveled over each of them, his mouth falling open at the sight. He had been wrong before when he had assumed that they would be unattractive. Standing before him were three of the hottest guys that he had ever seen.
"Hey, kid." The one that had pointed out that his breathing wasn't even spoke. He sunk down to his knees so he would be closer to Luke, who hadn't even thought to sit up yet. "How are you feeling?"
Realizing that he was still laying down, Luke finally sat up. Where the hell was he? He ignored the man sitting by him to look around. It looked like he was in someones basement.
'Shit. Mom will be pissed if I miss dinner again.'
It wasn't as if his mother actually cared about him. He just knew that she didn't want to bother with the police if he went missing.
He had forgotten about the men around him, his ADD getting the better of him, to try to figure out where he was. His attention was drawn back to the man closest to him when said man reached out to grab Luke's chin between his index finger and thumb, forcing the boy to look at him.
"Hey, come on." The man's voice was reassuring. "I'm a paramedic. Tell me how you're feeling."
Paramedic? Like Luke would believe that. Why would a paramedic be in a basement? If that was even where he was. The man looked trustworthy though. Luke didn't trust people who fooled you into thinking they were trustworthy.
Luke wanted to pull away, not wanting the man to touch him, but something compelled him not to. The man was attractive. He seemed older than Luke and if the boy would guess, he would say the man was somewhere in his twenties. He was a brunet; he had long bangs that were covering part of his face. Luke watched as the man moved his hand up-the one that wasn't on Luke's face-to swipe the hair out of his face. It was no use though; it fell right back into the same spot it was in before. The man's eyes were, like his hair, brown. All in all, he wasn't bad on the eyes.
"Paramedic?" He heard one of the other guys-the one with the slight accent-speak. He looked up to see which one it was. "Please. You're a nurse, Petrelli."
A nurse? The idea that a paramedic had been wherever the hell they were had been ridiculous, but a nurse? A male nurse? Luke turned his gaze back to the man sitting by him-Petrelli. It wouldn't be hard to believe that the guy was a male nurse. The man looked feminine to him with bangs like that.
Petrelli's eyes rolled. Him and the other guy were back to fighting, apparently.
"I was a home hospice nurse. Was, Mendez."
Huh. So the other guy's name was Mendez. That did sound foreign, didn't it? Luke turned his gaze back to Mendez. He looked around Petrelli's age. The man's hair, which was longer than the paramedic's, was also brown like the man's, along with his eyes. Luke was having trouble choosing which one was hotter.
Petrelli, Mendez...That only left..
"Will you two stop it?"
This time Luke looked at the last member of the trio of men; it was the guy with the sexy voice. His hair wasn't as long as the other two men's, nor was it as girlie. His eyes were dark like theirs, but something else seemed different about him to Luke. He seemed more intimidating than the other two. Luke decided he was the hottest of the three.
Luke shifted, finally moving away from Petrelli's hand. He had looked around earlier, but they had been blocking his view to see if anyone else was in the room. He was tired of just sitting there. He was tired of not knowing where the hell he was.
Luke stood, not bothering to brush off any dirt that might be on his clothes; he didn't give a shit about clothing. The movement caught the men's attention, but he didn't wait for them to say anything else to him before he spoke.
"Where am I?"
The unnamed man looked impressed for a moment that Luke had stood up and spoke. The guy probably thought he would do what other-what "normal"-kids would do in his situation; freak out.
"My name is Adam." Luke blinked, not having heard the voice in the time that he had been there. The three men around him-Petrelli had stood up after he noticed Luke was-seemed surprised too as they turned to look in the direction the voice had came from. They apparently hadn't known that this "Adam" was in the room either. "And you're in the main headquarters of my mafia."
Luke, who was in the center of a small circle that the men had made around him, squeezed between a gap that was between Mendez and Petrelli to look at "Adam."
Standing by a basement door-Luke had been right about it being a basement-was a blond man clad in a suit. Luke was thinking about the fact that he was surrounded by four hot men when he passed out.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Review please~
