𝐙𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀

63. - Baby(s)

-♛ Matteo Matellini ♛-

GODDAMNIT, my eyes open at the 10th missed call by God-knows-who.

It was fucking 6 am in the morning what could this person possibly want from me at 6 in the fucking morning.

"What?" I grumble into the phone coldly, not bothering to check the caller ID and to get this over with.

"What do you mean what?" I hear Antonio respond, of fucking course.

"I mean what the fuck do you want Antonio. I'm trying to sleep." I grit at my best friend, whose jaw is probably breaking due to how clenched it must be. I can see it.

But I'm also 100% dead later on. Yay me.

"I need... I need your... Help," he whispers out the last word. Help? Does he need my help? He needs help?

"With what?" I cautiously ask. Am I dreaming? Is the Antonio Russo asking me for help? Yup, that's it, I've officially lost my mind.

Maybe it's the lack of sleep? The long amount of time of my singleness?

"No you're not crazy, I need your help," he growls on the other end.

Oh...

Was I speaking out loud?

"With what?" I groan, sitting up and leaning my back on the headboard of the bed.

Oh shit. This is quite comfortable.

"Just meet me at the location I'm about to send you," he mutters, my phone immediately pinging with a message.

"And Matteo? Answer my call like that again and you'll find yourself with a bullet between your eyes," he warns. I roll my eyes.

Scary, shiver me timbers.

His threats are as empty as my love life. He loves me. He just doesn't know it yet.

"Yeah, yeah," I scoff ending the call.

Placing my phone back on charge, I slip out of bed feeling the cold breeze on my naked chest and back.

God New York's freezing temperatures suck.

After getting ready in my usual suit with a coat, I gather my things and leave my penthouse, nodding at the security outside who stand surprised that I've woken up this early.

It's beyond me too 'fellas.

-♛-

My eyes catch Antonio, standing in front of an expensive jewellery store.

I thought they didn't open until 8. And why are we here anyway?

"If you could stop staring at the building like it's been lit on fire. I suggest coming over here so we can get this over with," he says boredly, tilting his head to the side.

"My bad," I murmur making my way toward him. "What are we doing here anyway? They don't open until 8."

"I made some calls yesterday, and we're here to get a ring for Zamira," he answers, opening the door to the massive store.

Oh shit-

Well damn. I forgot that he mentioned something along the lines of engagement last week.

Oh my God, they were going to get married. Fuck that I'm going to be an uncle too!

"Mr Russo. We've been expecting you. Welcome" a soft accented voice travels through my ears. Turning my head I'm met with a beautiful woman.

She has dark skin, brown eyes, a beautiful button nose and long lashes. Her lips are plump, and two-shaded. She has a beauty mark under her right eye and her hair is black, long, curly.