The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

14 - Fourteen - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

I looked at Caio and spoke again.

"Call or text Alessio so he can come help you."

"No. I don't want his help."

"Caio, you're heavily bleeding and—-"

"Then do something about it." He said. Not moving his hand that held my arm tightly.

"I am trying Caio, I am trying to get you to text Alessio—--"

"I don't want his help. Listen."

Sighing, I spoke. "Hold this, so I can get more tissues. Then I need to call my brother and ask what I should do."

"Matteo, I give you my word. I didn't kiss her."

"Why not? It was everything you wanted?" I asked, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"She didn't want me. She wanted to make a scene. She has done just that too." Caio hissed, taking hold of his nose. "I wanted her to want me, not want to use me."

I grabbed a few more tissues and walked over. He moved his hand, and I pressed the new tissues to his nose. He grabbed my wrist.

"Matteo. I wouldn't kiss her. Not like that."

"What's done is done, Caio."

"Please don't punish me for what she's done."

"Alessio has already done that. I have no intentions of adding to it."

Pulling my phone out with my free hand. Caio yanked it out of my hand and threw it away.

"Caio! What the hell!"

"You didn't listen to me earlier when I told you I didn't kiss her. Listen to me now, Matteo. I didn't kiss her."

"I got it. You didn't kiss her! But why the hell would you throw away my phone?" I yelled, annoyed.

"You can't call for Alessio now."

"How fucking hard did he hit you!" I yelled, getting frustrated with him.

"Not as hard as he would have you believe." Alessio said, coming into the room, holding my phone in his hand.

"Go away." Caio grunted.

"I've come to check your nose." He said.

"I don't want your help."

"Yeah, I know. Trust me." Alessio said, setting my phone on the chair and grabbing a pair of gloves and slipping them on. He left to grab some more gauze.

"Matteo, come here." Alessio called for me.

"Here, hold your nose."

"Don't leave." Caio said, holding my arm.

"Just hold your damn nose."

He took the tissues and held his nose. I met Alessio out in the hallway. We walked to the supply closet and spoke.

"I came because you didn't answer my text and I saw Caio freak out on the cameras."

"Who's the creep now?" I muttered.

"Not funny, Matteo."

"I told Caio I would get my things and leave his space and he didn't want me to leave. He threw my phone so that you wouldn't come here, and so that I couldn't leave him alone."

"He knew you wouldn't leave him alone."

"Yes."

Alessio just shook his head as he grabbed a bunch of things. He grabbed an extra pair of gloves for me in case he needed my help. Back in the room, Caio frowned when Alessio came in behind me.