mafia king

Chapter 2 - the day after

I had closed my door for one minute before Marco and Mario ripped it open again. "You stood Jackson up!?" Mario looked pissed and Marco as stoic as ever. "Yeah." "Why?!" I shrugged my shoulders and fell on my bed, hiding under the covers. Mario mumbled a few curses and profanities before he stomped out of my room. My bed dipped under the weight of Marco. "Mario likes to be dramatic." "I know." "Do you want to talk about it?" I looked out from under the cover. "You want to talk?" Marco hated talking. He showed his emotions through gestures. "Don't piss me off." "I laughed and boxed him lightly on the arm. "I'd rather go workout." Marco seemed relieved and we made our way into the fitness studio in the cellar. It was huge and during the years I lived here, I hadn't used all the machines available. The gym was never empty. You could find every rank in here. Marco and I started with jumping rope. I observed the others. Tino and Sandrino were the rest of the group of soldiers I was leading. They were working out and laughing. I put the rope away and went straight to the boxing ring. I didn't want to think about my other problem right now. But speak of the devil and he shall appear. Georgino walked in and everybody greeted him immediately. My eyes followed his every move, and I missed a punch Marco was throwing at me. I fell to the ground with a yelp. My ego hurt more than my chin though. Marco laughed and stretched an arm out to me. I gave him a playful growl and accepted his hand. "Marco." We turned around. Marco's grip around my hand tightened. Georgino's eyes made the whole gym shrink and turn around. "Matteo wasn't ready." He ducked under the ropes of the ring. He was standing behind me. I felt him in every cell of my body. Marco studied my face, whatever he picked up from it made him scowl at me. "Why are you still holding his hand?" He formulated it like a question, but it sounded more like a threat. We let go off each other as fast as possible. Georgino seemed to relax a little, but he stayed. "Is there anything else?" Marco then asked. "No, I'm just checking in. How are you doing?" I didn't hear Marco's reply, too distracted by the light brush of fingertips over my tailbone. My mouth went dry, and I tried to control my facial expression. Wait, how do you breathe again? Before I could die from lack of air, Georgino excused himself. The noises started to sweep back into my head. Part of me still thought I was dreaming.

I cut my workout session short after Georgino had left. Marco tried to catch up with me, but I practically sprinted out of the gym. Back in my room I took a deep breath. "Finally." I startled and looked at Georgino sitting on my bed. Heat rose to my cheeks for no apparent reason. He stood up and came over to me. "Marco is a brute." He expressed and slowly caressed my chin. Carefully eyeing the light bruise forming. "You need those 'brutes' for your business." My snicker was stuck in my throat when he shot me a glare. "Not at any cost." I didn't know how to reply so I stayed silent. He leaned down to kiss me. I smiled because I had missed the amazing feeling of his lips on mine. One night and I was addicted. He stopped though and cleared his throat. "I need to go. I'll see you around." What?! With an open mouth I watched him leave.

I. Was. Pissed. My whole soldier group and other groups had to attend a meeting. I didn't know what it was about - that's how furious I was. Georgino had been ignoring me the last couple of days. Whenever our paths crossed, he was so very obviously not acknowledging me, my whole body went into a stage of hot rage. I didn't expect Georgino to make a big deal out of our night, but at least to look at me! I lost my god damn virginity to him. And apparently, he had liked me too for some time. He had said so last night. Was this all just a joke in the end? Georgino pushed his chair back when the meeting ended. Mario turned towards me, trying to talk to me. I didn't listen. My chair nearly fell on the ground I stood up so fast. I caught up with Georgino in the corridor. I grabbed his arm and pushed him into the wall. "You were the one driving me out there. You were the one who kissed me first. So don't fucking act like it didn't happen! But fine! I don't care!" I hissed, shoving him again for good measure and walking back to the meeting room. Mario was sitting on the table reading his notes. Marco was smoking. Sandrino and Tino were wrestling on the ground. "Seriously!? You act like you are in kindergarten! Fucking grow up!" I yelled and they stopped. In fact, the whole group looked at me like they were too shocked to move a finger. "What's your problem?" Tino sneered and pushed up from the floor. "You! You are my fucking problem!" His eyes were narrowed, and he widened his stand. Marco snorted and I turned towards him, leaning against the open window. "You got something to say?" Marco's eyebrows shot up in disbelieve. "Watch how you talk to me." He said lowly and put out his cigarette. "Or what!?" I opened my arms. Mario slid off the table. He put a hand on my shoulder. "Matteo, relax." He smirked and it set me off even more. "You are always acting as if nothing is wrong! Fuck-." I pushed him away from me. "You have no idea how much it annoys everyone!" Mario laughed and looked behind him. He then suddenly swung forward, his fist connecting with my eye. "Is this better?" My hand shot up towards my pulsating eye. "Bro..." Sandrino exclaimed. Mario was usually the last person to hit somebody. My fingers were red when I pulled them back. "You are dead!" With a roar I jumped on Mario. We stumbled back into Tino, falling to the ground in a mess of limbs. "Fucking hell!" I heard Marco yell and felt him trying to pull me off Mario. Tino stroke out to hit me, but his fist flew past me, right into Marco's face. Marco howled. "You idiot!" He slashed at Tino. Sandrino joined after a while of us tossing on the ground. I was totally winning before he did. Now I had to fight off him and Mario. I groaned and wiggled free of Sandrino's grip. I was too slow to block a blow from Mario though. I cussed and stroke out to break his motherfucking nose. "STOP!!!" All of us looked to the door. My eyes widened when I saw our boss, Alonzo, in the doorway. He was the boss of the whole family and the father of Georgino. Some other men were standing around him. I gulped and picked myself up as fast as I could. "What the hell is going on in here!?" He roared and I wasn't the only one who winced. "You!" He pointed at me. My heart stopped beating. "You are the leader. Explain!" I looked at him like a deer into the headlights. "I-. We-." I started rambling. Fuck. "What's the big fuss about, dad?" Georgino pushed forward. "They were just messing around." He seemed to be out of breath. Did he run back here? Alonzo grumbled and knitted his eyebrows together. "This isn't something I want to happen again." He said, still disgruntled. "And it won't happen again. Am I right, boys?" We all nodded immediately. Alonzo rolled his eyes and after giving us a life-threatening glare, he vanished. Georgino's smile fell. "What the hell!?" He yelled, mostly at me. "What?" I asked innocently. The others respected Georgino way too much to say something, but not me. Not after the past few days. Marco shot me a glare, warning me to shut up. Well, fuck him. I was still pissed. At everything, really. Even the wall colour was rubbing me the wrong way. It was plain white. What a bitch colour. Georgino took a deep breath. "I can't deal with you right now. Marco, make sure he fucking calms down before somebody takes him over their knees." He growled and with a last glare at me, he left too. I uncrossed my arms and stormed past them. All the anger and hurt I accumulated just blew up in everybody's faces. Great.

I was sitting on the kitchen counter of my mom's kitchen. She was making ice cream for me. She didn't force me to talk about what upset me. Instead, she rambled on and on about the newest gossip. It was a nice distraction. After a while I finally had a cup of ice cream in my hands and just as I was about to dig in, the doorbell rang. My mother scolded me when she had to go open instead of me. Yeah, whatever. The ice cream in my mouth turned sour when I saw Marco, Mario, Tino, and Sandrino following my mom into the kitchen. She gave them ice cream too. What a traitor. That ice cream was supposed to only be for me. Her only child. My mom went upstairs. "You are such a mother's boy." Mario snorted and went through the fridge for even more ice cream. "So?" I asked defensively. I shut the fridge door. No way was he getting even more of it. Marco sighed and grabbed Mario by the scruff of his shirt, pulling him away from the fridge. "We are here to talk about today." We fell silent again. "We are expecting you to apologize." Sandrino sassed after a while of me staring dumbly at them. Marco's eyebrows raised and I grunted. "I'm sorry. I was angry about something else." "Apology accepted." Mario smiled. A weight I hadn't known was on my chest, lifted. After we finished our ice cream we went into the backyard. We had a pool and we laid down on the hot stones around it. Tino and Sandrino started arguing after five minutes. Marco and Mario exchanged a ten-dollar bill. One of their bets again.

A body rolled onto me. "Hey," Mario whispered. "What's going on? No bullshit." His dirty blond hair was tickling my face. Mario was cool. There was no better word to describe him. When we were younger, I bought all the clothes he wore to be as cool as him. Yeah, an embarrassing chapter of my life. My eyes hushed to the others. They were laying in the sun, watching a video on YouTube. Mario pinched my ear. "Fine, I'll tell you." I had to tell someone. I couldn't tell my mom. She always tried to be modern, but I knew that her openness had boundaries. I lowered my voice and told him about that night. When I finished, he stared at me in disbelieve. "Oh, damn." "I know." "I'm kind of hurt you are only telling me this now. When I had my first time, I ran to you right after and told you everything!" I rolled my eyes and heard him chuckling. "Anyway, why are you so angry though?" "He doesn't like me. He is ignoring me. Did you already forget?" Mario made a dismissive gesture. "The idiot is just being a chicken." I played with a strand of his hair. "I never heard anyone call Georgino a chicken." Mario laughed and rolled off me. "And I never saw you give up. Georgino stands zero chance at not admitting his feelings for you." I shrugged my shoulders and closed my eyes.

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