The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

15 - Fifteen - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

Alessio visibly cringed when we got back to the medical building in the morning and he got a look at Caio. Caio had black eyes and was a little cranky this morning.

"What did you say last night about not hitting him that hard?" I muttered as I walked past him into the room.

"I didn't think I hit him that hard." Alessio said, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly feeling awkward. Luca came into the medical building looking for Alessio, and stepped into the room, and whistled as he set the coffee on the table.

"You do that?" Luca said, looking at me.

"Hardly. Guess again." Caio grunted.

Luca looked at Alessio and Caio nodded.

"Fuck did you do?" Luca said.

"Our mother kissed him." I whispered.

"Right." Luca said, letting it sink in, before looking at Alessio, bewildered. "So you fucking hit him?"

"I couldn't hit her, and he was right there. I already said sorry." He groaned.

Luca shook his head. "So fucking glad I don't live here. It's peaceful living in town."

Luca poked me in the ribs before turning around and heading out. "See you later, at the meeting. I have papers to do."

"What meeting?" I asked.

"We have a weekly meeting about everything. Gives Alexi a chance to rip me a new asshole when I go over budget." Alessio sighed.

"Does Caio go to those?" I asked.

"He does. He is required, too." Alessio said, poking around at Caio's nose. "He's been checking in with us over the computer, like Vito was."

"Oh. I never even noticed him sneak off last week." I muttered.

"You can't notice with your eyes closed Matteo. You passed out on the couch."

"I don't do that." I lied through my teeth.

Alessio just shook his head while he still touched Caio's nose and surrounding area. Lev made himself known a few minutes later, with coffee in his hand too.

"Luca got here first, huh?" He chuckled. Before getting a good look at Caio's face when Alessio moved his hands. "Jesus fuck."

"Got him good, huh?" I muttered.

"Should control your husband better." Caio hissed.

"I will try harder." Lev chuckled.

"I didn't mean to hit him this hard." Alessio grumbled.

"As long as you don't do it again, I'll forgive you. Pain in the ass. Keep you alive, just for you to pop me in the nose a few years later." Caio said.

Alessio sighed and stepped away from Caio. "Least your nose isn't crooked."

Caio stood up, and I got up too.

"Your turn, space boot, get up there." Alessio said, pointing to the bed.

"Hell no. I saw you poke all Caio's sore spots. You're not doing that shit to me."

"Get up there." Alessio said.

Groaning, Caio and I switched spots, and he rolled close to me on his stool, put my foot on his knee and undid the boot, pulling it off my foot. He put me through all the same bullshit as the morning after. Back on the bed again, he spoke.

"Wiggle your toes."

I did so. It was slightly painful, but they wiggled.

"So we can ditch the boot, but I'm wrapping up your foot in a soft cast and giving you some crutches."