The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

00 - Prologue - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

Three years and a handful of days, and here I was again. Lake Haven, at the airport. 

Three years gave me more than enough time to sneak around in Italy, hiding from my brother and his husband. They were relentless when it came to looking for me, since I had gone missing, but that was the thing I hadn't. I had chosen to leave. It was the best thing for me at the time.

I had sent text messages every now and again from an encrypted phone so that Alessio and Lev couldn't track me down. He always sent back messages begging me to tell him where I was so he could come and get me. But I never could. Instead, I told him I was safe and doing well. Which wasn't a lie. I really have been doing well. But I knew I had to come back finally. I was sure now was the perfect time. My inheritance unlocked at eighteen, but I haven't touched it at all, worried that Alessio would find me that way.

I worked and went to a very private college the whole time I was in Italy. Using the money I had, I lived in our grandfather's nearly empty house with the rest of the people that stayed in Italy. It was how I managed to avoid Alessio the few times Lev and him come to check on the house.

With my degree now, I decided to return. Which led me here. Standing in the parking lot of the Lake Haven airport, unsure of my next move. Calling Alessio was out of the question. I couldn't do that right now. My mother was the same way. I knew they both would have potent feelings about what I did, and would want to punish me for my actions.

I knew one person who would pick up, but whether not that was a good idea remained to be seen. Taking a breath, I pushed the button, and when I heard his voice say hello, I panicked and hung up on him. Andrei wouldn't have my new number, and I knew that. But when he was called back only a moment later, I watched it ring.

"Fuck‌. Fuck. Fuck. What should I do?" I whispered to myself.

Picking it up before he hung up, he spoke.

"Hello? Can I help you? You called this number, and it's private."

"H...Hi."

"Matteo, is that you?"

I heard crashing on Andrei's end and yelling. Alessio yelling for Andrei to give him the fucking phone now. Panicked again, I hung up the phone and wanted to pull out my fucking hair. The phone rang again. This time, Alessio's number flashed over the screen and I silenced the call. I couldn't deal with that right now. Besides just the calls, he was spamming my phone with dozens of texts and they were both threatening and not.

I shoved my phone back in my pocket and grabbed my suitcase, and just started walking from the airport. Alessio was smart, and the longer I stayed there, the more he was going to become aware of where I was. I wouldn't be surprised if Lev and Him were already on their way here to find me.

I left a lot of things I didn't need back in Italy, but that was fine. I didn't need any of them, and I wasn't going back. Finding another bench along the way from the airport, I sat down and pulled out my phone. Alessio was still sending me messages and calling like a psycho. Muting his texts and calls, I called Andrei back to beg for his help.

"Hello."

"Are you with him?"

"Him, as in my child, your brother?"

"Yes, that fucking psycho." I hissed.

"Nope. Alessio is livid and determined to hunt you down, Matteo."

"Fuck. I need you—-"

"Where are you?"

"To close for fucking comfort now!" I yelled. Panicking about Alessio.