The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

01 - One - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

I stopped when Luca blocked my path, crossing his arms. Vito beside him.

"Matteo, let's turn around and head back to the complex. We don't need this to turn violent." Luca said, softly.

"Alessio just doesn't know when to fucking quit." I hissed.

Alessio was standing talking with Andrei, still clearly heated. He was talking with his hands, quickly.

"Matteo, don't. That's not smart. You know it." Vito warned me.

"Someone needs to humble him." I muttered. "Besides, what a better day to say fuck it."

I stomped towards Alessio, and Andrei tried to hand me back my things. I just smiled at him as I stepped by him. Yanking Alessio away from Lev.

"I've decided, you're right. We aren't done here."

As it clicked in for Alessio, Vito and Luca ran towards us. We could throw punches all day. Neither one of us wanted to back down.

"If you would have just called off your fucking dogs, I wouldn't have to hit you again." I snapped.

"Forgive me." Alessio hissed before he so rudely stomped on my foot. The pain that blossomed was instant and a good indicator that he broke my foot. I knew it too, I felt it. Despite the pain. I still walked on it, and the last of my patience with Alessio was gone. I didn't give a single more ounce, millimetre and second, that he was the don of our family.

"Forgive you? Fuck you, Alessio. You don't run my fucking life. I am not one of your fucking underbosses or doggies. I will never do another thing for you again."

"Only thing you've done for me is run away from home and create problems." He snapped back, and it struck a cord inside me.

"Wrong. But it doesn't matter, you will fucking find out, when everything in Italy falls apart because I was doing every little fucking thing to keep it functioning over the last three fucking years! You're fucking welcome, by the way."

Angrily, I walked on my sore foot towards the medical building.

"Just where the fucking are you going, Matteo?" He snapped.

"I'm going to find something to take the pain away in my broken fucking foot, and then I'm getting the fuck away from you. Before I do something, I will regret." I snapped.

Creed and Caio were leaving the medical building as I approached. I only knew it was the medical building because it was being built when I moved with mom. Alessio was hot on my tail, still screaming and yelling at me. They seemed to be decent friends. Caio stopped when he saw me.

"Matteo?"

I ignored him, fighting with the door on the medical wing, after it wasn't letting me inside. Alessio opened the door with his phone, having caught up. Creed left, but not Caio. He was hovering behind Alessio.

"Take off your shoes and sit over there." Alessio hissed.

"I don't want your fucking help." I hissed, but went to where he told me to.

"Keep it up, and I'll break your arm, too."

"Alessio! That is your little brother." Caio said.

"I don't care. You clearly missed where he punched me a few times."

"You fucking hit me first."

"I did. You deserved it." He snapped.

I looked everywhere but at Caio. I didn't even want to have an accidental meeting of eyes with him. Alessio was quick to spot it, too.