Ottaviano ✓

♥ Chapter Fourteen ♥

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Ottaviano's POV

    I make my way out of the bathroom to my closet ignoring the motherfucker lying on my bed. After putting on my all black Armani suit, I spray a reasonable amount of cologne before putting on my watch, rings and running my hands through my hair. Definitely not putting gel in this shit.

    Upon exiting the closet, I debate on whether I should throw my desk at the little shit on my bed ot just shoot his knee cups.

" Will you get the fuck up" I yell at my brother, glaring at his fucking shoes that are on my fucking bed.

" Man chill. I swear you're always on your fucking perio-" he's cut off by my clock hitting his hands causing him to drop his phone that hits him on his mouth. Good.

" Fuck really!?" Rio says getting up glaring at me. "This is why I don't like coming here"

"I didn't ask you to fucking come" I reply to him pulling the sheets from the bed, throwing them in the laundry basket in my bathroom. I looked up at my brother who's looking offended. Why? I don't fucking know.

" Dude really?" He looks at me like he's about to shoot my head off.

" Fuck off little boy. Why are you even here? I have guests coming over" I say replacing the white sheets with black ones.

" Rude. Mum wants me to remind you of the family dinner next week since you're being an idiot right now and not picking up her calls" Rio says sitting his ass on the fucking sheets I just put on!

  
   This little piece of– I swear only my brother can piss me off this much and get away unhurt. A little bit hurt. Gritting my teeth, I choose to ignore him because I don't have time for this shit. I have people coming over for fucks sake. My brother and I share a special bond. Don't get me wrong, I'd kill him if he rubbed me the wrong way but I'd sure as hell skin you alive with my bare hands if you even breathed the wrong way in his direction.

  I continue ignoring him because I'm not doing this with him right now. This fucker has an entire part of the house to himself and he decides to do his shit in my room. Forget about the room, gym and game room in my house, this guy owns a mansion upstate for shits sake, but he's always here for whatever reason. Spoilt brat.

   " Whatever the fuck you do, stay away from downstairs. I swear baja y te voy a castrar " I growl out and he cringes ( come down and I'll fucking castrate you)

" Its fucking disturbing that you'd want to touch my balls" he lets out and I'm fucking seconds away from murdering him.

     I leave the room making my way downstairs ready for this night to end. I take a deep breath happy with the simple but yet elegant decorations downstairs. I journey to the formal living room letting out a loud groan at the sight in front of me. It's like satan wants me to join him today. There in my fucking living room is Ales smoking on the couch in casual clothing. This is a formal meeting for fucks sake.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He wasn't supposed to be here

" Thought I could visit" he calmly answers. He's definitely high as fuck

" Today? When I have guests coming over in less than an hour?" I ask calmly making a confused face. I'm getting angry.

" Dude they're fucking gangsters calm your tits" He says blowing the smoke out of his mouth straight to my face. My eye twitches. He's trying me.