The Righthands Underboss & Lawyer [M/M/M]

00 - Prologue - Theo Vincent's Point Of View.

At home, I struggled to put my memories from the night before in a perfect sequence, but I had definitely slept with the man named Luca. I wore the marks as proof of our encounter. There was a lot of alcohol that happened too. We were both drinking to forget the night's events. When the shot had been fired, he had protected me.

He had helped Maddox move people out of the ballroom safely. After Alessio returned, He left the ballroom, a bottle of champagne in each hand. Without knowing why, he had turned to me and invited me to come too. I accepted and went with him and the bottles.

The worst part of the entire night was that even though I had drank more than I needed and was missing parts of the night, the altercation with Marco was still there. I hadn't forgotten that, or how Demitri, the right hand of Sasha, had stepped in to stop Marco from making a scene.

I was really kicking myself in the ass. There was no way that Marco hadn't seen me leave with Luca, or all the bottles of alcohol. I was just glad I made it out of the complex without being questioned by anyone. Worst of all, my cousin Maddox. My life was falling apart more now than it had ever been. My marriage to Marco had ended violently and ugly, and he lied. He was not gone. He was definitely still here.

I just wanted him to stay away now.

Pissed about last night's events, I grabbed a coffee and toast, hoping to offset the pounding in my fucking head. Part of me wondered why I was still even here. It wasn't like I had anything left to be here for, other than my father's massive debt. I had taken on when he faltered with the payments. I didn't want to see my father ended by Maddox or his underboss Alexi. And I didn't trust Maddox to show my father kindness, when I would even show him kindness, knowing all the details, and he was my father.

I was up to my neck and in Mafia bullshit, and I was ready to just walk away and let my father face his own debt and bullshit he had created. Maddox employed me, but about half of what I made, I paid back into the debt. He paid me well, but it didn't seem like the debt was moving in the slightest.

Maddox and I had a very strained relationship. I hadn't been invited to his wedding, nor was I allowed to see his son. I had only met his husband once, and that was by accident.

Drinking the contents of my coffee cup and eating a few bites of toast made me ill. I tossed the rest of the toast and set the cup in the sink. I hated this. I prayed that Maddox and, by extension, Alexi would leave me the hell alone for a few days. I knew it was unlikely, given all the work I had on my desk. Making my way to my bed, I ripped back the covers, ditching all my clothing, boxers included, and crawled inside.

I left my phone in the kitchen where it could ring off the hook for the next six years for all I cared. I was exhausted, mentally and physically.

Closing my eyes, I pulled a pillow over my head and got comfortable. I was so close to sleep, but my phone was ringing from the kitchen, and I could hear the fucking thing. It went silent, and I was pleased, until it started to go off again. Throwing back the blankets, I stormed from the bedroom to the kitchen of my condo and picked up the phone, not checking the caller.

"Whoever this is, you better have a really fucking good reason you are fucking calling?" I snapped.

"Terrible night?" I heard Alexi ask.

"Alexi Mihail, I could kill you right now."

"Aw Theo, you're so sweet this morning."

"I was trying to sleep."

"You can sleep when you're dead."

"I'm fucking thinking about it." I hissed, my head pounding.

"Now, now, that's not healthy." Alexi said.