The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

12 - Twelve - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

"All I did was watch how you behaved and what you liked. Know your enemy and shit like that." I said, finishing off his old coffee.

"We are enemies?" Caio said, his eyebrow raised.

"No, but when I first started paying attention to you, you were there to protect Alessio, and I didn't know if you were trustworthy."

"Recon work turned into infatuation with Caio, huh?" Alessio said, openly right there in front of Caio.

"Shut up." I snapped.

"Relax Matteo." Caio said.

Alessio smiled to himself, and I wanted to kick him. But Caio quickly ruined that plan.

"Don't even try anything, either of you. My legs are also under this damn table." Caio said.

"I would never." Alessio said.

"You would never, and Caio's a fucking saint. Since we are talking about things that are unlikely to happen." I said, snorting.

"Nikki thinks Caio is a demon, not a saint." Alessio said, looking at Caio.

"Why? What did I miss? Did Caio do something?" I asked, confused. I looked at Caio and he was sipping his coffee without saying a word. "Does someone want to fill me in? Is Nikki alright? Caio, what did you do?"

"Caio had some unfriendly words with Nikki early this morning after I took you into the medical building. He shamed Nikki about not being smarter and letting you drink that drink. Nikki is sorry about what happened and feels bad. Caio didn't help."

"Caio, really? Why would you do that?" I said, crossing my arms.

"Someone had to lay it out for him. He was the older of you two and should know better than to accept strange drinks, hell you should know better." Caio said.

"Nikki shouldn't feel bad. It's my own fault. Please tell him I'm sorry for ruining his night. And Caio is sorry for his—--"

"I'm not sorry, not at all." Caio said flatly.

"Caio, it's not his fault. You shouldn't have gone after him that way." I said, pulling my hand through my hair.

"Alessio won't tell you about your shitty night, but I will. You spent the entire night in and out of it, puking and complaining you were so tired. At one point when Alessio finally got to sleep in the medical building, you woke back up and began violently gagging, and saying you felt terrible. And I know this, because I was in and out of the medical building all night long, keeping an eye on you."

"It wasn't Nikki's fault, it was mine. And I am more than happy to take responsibility for my actions. If you want to tell anyone off, Caio. Then tell me off. I am the one to blame."

"It's done, and it's over with, for the moment—---" His phone went off, and he groaned. "That's an alert for the medical building. I have to go. We will talk about this another time."

Alessio took off, and that left Caio and I sitting there. Awkwardly. Caio finished off his cup of coffee and took his cup and my cup to the sink. He turned the water on and started doing the dishes. He paused, set down the cup and started walking towards me. I looked down at the table, not sure if it was safe to meet eyes with him right now.

"Look at me Matteo."

Looking up, Caio spoke.

"Never again. You're not accepting another drink at the club or any public place where you don't see it come out of the bottle or you didn't make it yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Last night will never happen again."

Caio went back to washing the dishes, and I openly watched him. Not sure what to say or do. He was clearly upset about last night.