The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

25 - Twenty - Five - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

Dressed and waiting for Caio, I was growing annoyed. We were supposed to have lunch with Nonna. As it was, we really hadn't had time to be around each other, let alone speak about the fact that we had sex. He was busy working, and I was spending all my time in the pool, swimming and then with Gabe. That was the start of the week. This was now the end. If I was a superstitious person, I would have said this was the universe punishing us for being intimate, but I knew that wasn't the case. It was just how things were in this job line.

I ditched the plastic cast after we had sex when we were not going anywhere. Caio didn't argue with me on it, since he just wasn't around. I was tired of making myself busy with others. I wanted to talk to Caio about what the plan was now. I paced the wing. Caio came in just as I was ready to call Alessio and find out if he wanted to go with me to Nonna's.

He was covered in dirt and had some blood spatter on his leg. His vest had a hole where he had probably been hit with a round.

"What happened?"

"Alessio had Vito and I as back up for Nikki and Jackson as they negotiated weapons with Marco and Killian. Some gang members crashed our Mafia only party, it seems they just wanted the weapons. Vito, Jackson and I handled it. I pissed your cousin Nikki off because I wouldn't let him help and made him stay with Killian."

"Who the hell is Killian?"

"Oh right. You don't know about Killian. Killian is Romeao's—He's something with Romeao. Honestly, I couldn't tell you." Caio said, stripping off his vest and tossing it on the living room floor. Next was his shirt and his pants. He was down to his boxers. "Let me shower and get changed, then we can head to your Nonna's for lunch."

"Take your time. We are already late." I muttered, feeling rather snappy with him. He turned around, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Check your attitude, Matteo."

"And if I don't?" I challenged him.

"You can forget lunch. You won't make it out of this house in time for dinner." Caio said, his eyes running down my body. He closed the space between us and whispered. "What are your feelings about angry sex?"

"We don't have time for this!" I hissed, and started to shove him towards the bathroom. "Hurry up!"

He headed off to the bathroom, and I waited, sitting on the couch, thinking about that very idea he had implanted into my head. Angry sex. His shower was quick. He came out with a towel hung around his hips low, and it left nothing to be desired. I could see nearly everything that wasn't hidden well under the towel.

I followed him into the bedroom and sat on the bed, closing my eyes.

"Caio, we should talk about us having sex."

"We don't have time." He gave me back the line I used on him. I felt him move in front of me. "Open your eyes."

I flicked open my eyes, and he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was quick, and short, and to the point.

"I don't regret sleeping with you." He said, heading back to the closet and pulling a shirt on. "What I do regret is not being able to taste all the desserts off your lips, since that was my plan after your first bite."

"Should have told Alessio you were busy."

"He's my boss, and the don, that doesn't go over well."

"Next time, I'm going to tell him you're ill and need to stay home." I muttered.

"He's a doctor. He's going to want proof." Caio chuckled.

"I'll figure it out."

Caio stuffed his wallet and things into his pockets, and grabbed a jacket from the closet, pulling it over his shirt. He grabbed a pair of sunglasses off his dresser and tucked them in the front of his shirt.