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

08 - Chapter Eight - Theo Vincent's Point Of View.

Luca returned from the balcony, his eyebrow raised at my glass, and the bottle that had returned to the countertop. I watched him walk to the counter.

"Would you like a glass?"

"No. I don't need to add day drinking to my mess of issues." Luca said, truthfully.

"Well, I don't have a problem adding day drinking to my shit list." I said, pouring another glass, this one fuller than the last.

Closing the bottle again, I shoved it back into the fridge. I knew one glass of wine was fine and that it would be alright; it was pretty normal for me, but a second glass was not. And what I had poured into this one glass was what should have been in two different ones. I stood at the counter and sipped it until it was about halfway gone.

Remembering the fact that I had to change the sheets for Luca, I muttered cheers to myself and drank the rest of the glass in one go. It wasn't great going down. I set the glass back down and made my way down the hall.

Grabbing the sheets out of my closet, I stripped the bed down and tossed it all on the floor. I pulled the sheets on. I pulled the comforter on the bed and reached to tuck it in and hit my toes off the leg of the bed and yelped. Instead of checking my foot, I went to hide because I was hurt.

Sitting on the floor beside the bed, I made sure I couldn't be seen while I looked at my toes.

I honestly felt like a fool for hiding over it, but it was something I always did when I was hurt. I had done it since I was a young boy and It was something I had never broken out of as an adult.

"Theo? I heard you yelp, are you—--Are you hiding?"

Looking up over the side of the bed, Demitri was standing beside the bed and Luca wasn't far from him.

"Go away. I'm fine."

"Why are you hiding?"

"I hurt myself. This just happens sometimes." I said, feeling tipsy from the wine.

"Do you want to come out so I can look to make sure you're not badly hurt?"

"I'm not."

Luca stepped around Demitri, and he grabbed me off the floor. Dropping me on the bed and forcefully grabbed my ankle and looked at my toes.

"Luca, you don't need to be so rough." Demitri said calmly.

"He wouldn't listen. Easier this way." Luca replied.

"How do you know I wouldn't listen? Huh!"

"If you would not listen about taking my cash, you will not listen about this."

He wiggled my toes, and it hurt, but he let go of my foot.

"Nothing is broken. They are just tender."

"I could have told you that." I said.

"Could you?"

"Yes!"

"I doubt that."

I crossed my arms and looked at Demitri instead. He flicked his eyes down towards me and they were piercing. His eyes were stunning. I closed my eyes, so I didn't stare at him openly in front of Luca.

"If you are done here, I would much prefer that you come out to the living room."

I flicked my eyes open again and narrowed them on Demitri.

"You know, I'm not stupid, right? I know exactly what you mean by that. And I'll have you know, this is hardly the first time I've been drunk."

"I didn't say that, nor did I imply that. What I meant was that I want to keep an eye on you so that I know you're not doing something unsafe while you are under the influence. That is all, Theo."