The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

28 - Twenty - Eight - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

When I got to the medical building, I let myself in with my phone and Vito was heading into a side room. He spotted me, while heading to another closed off room.

"Your brother and Ilya are in here."

"Ok."

I followed Vito into the room, and Alessio was drawing blood from Ilya. Ilya didn't look fazed in the slightest.

"Afternoon. I brought you some chicken tacos I made, Ilya."

"Here I'll take them." Vito said, taking them from me and setting them on the desk with a sweater. Probably Ilya's sweater.

"You have dark circles. Did you not sleep well?" Ilya said, and I looked up, almost forgetting not to look at him.

"Eh, I had a rough night." I said.

"Caio?" Alessio asked.

"Yeah. We got into a fight last night when he came back. I went to bed angry, and that was probably why I slept like shit."

"Where's the boot?" Alessio said, glancing at my foot.

"Beside Caio's kitchen table."

"Ah, so you've been taking it off around the house?"

"Yes, I can only handle the space boot for so long."

"I'm surprised you can still find your other shoe." Alessio said.

"I didn't, Caio did."

Ilya hissed when Alessio jabbed him with a needle.

"Sorry, I should have warned you." He said.

"You say that every time. Alessio." Ilya responded, dryly.

"He's not fond of giving warnings." I said.

"Yes. The pain is the warning, as I'm sure your foot is aware." Ilya said, his eyes flicking down to my foot.

"Haha, yes. But now that my foot is pretty much healed, I'm looking forward to kickboxing again."

Ilya perked up at the mention of kickboxing and Alessio noticed it right away.

"Did you used to do kickboxing, Ilya?"

"Hmm. Years ago. I gave it up when I was twenty. I didn't have the time to be their heir." He muttered.

"If you want to get back into it, say something and I'll have Vito get you all the things you need for the workout room." Alessio said.

"If you need someone to spar and practice with, I'll be down for that. I'm free most days."

Ilya looked at my brother and then at Vito. Before he looked at me. "I don't think that's safe. I could hurt you."

"Oh well, accidents happen."

He blinked, again looking at Alessio.

"If you want to kick box with Matteo, you can. Just make sure that Vito is around if you're worried about hurting him." Alessio said, taking his blood pressure.

"I'll think about it." Ilya said, looking at Vito again. Before he spoke. "Thank your father for the cookies. They were delicious."

"Will do. But you'll give him a complex Ilya. He will bake you more things."

"That's fine," Ilya hummed.

Alessio pulled out his stethoscope, and I closed my eyes to give him a little more privacy.

"You need not close your eyes. While respectful, I have no shame. Too many others have already seen my body for me to be shameful." Ilya muttered.

I opened my eyes, but looked somewhere else in the room.