The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

31 - Thirty - One - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

Pulling into the complex, we barely even got through the front door after Caio parked the truck. Alessio was waiting for me.

He said nothing. He just pulled me into a hug and held me. After a few minutes, he let me go finally and spoke.

"You smell like a swamp creature. But I'm elated to see you're ok, Matteo."

"Next time you can play with your friends, they aren't very nice." I hissed.

"Come on, I want to look you over at the clinic and make sure—--"

"No. I want a fucking bath and a back rub. Neither, I want from you." I hissed.

"Caio, bring him to me after his bath, please. That's an order," Alessio said, heading out the door, most likely to the clinic. He didn't give room for Caio to argue with him about the order, since Caio wouldn't.

In the wing, I stripped down just inside the door and rubbed my butt cheek. Caio whistled. "No wonder your ass hurts. You got quite the bruise started already."

"My bloody ass hurts worse than where I got popped in the face."

"Looks worse than your face, too." Caio said, following me to the bathroom.

"At least it's not the other way around."

Caio ran the bath and worked on taking my hair out of the hair tie and untangling it. I didn't even care about him seeing my naked body in the bright lights of the bathroom. I only wanted my bath. He stopped untangling my hair to put his body wash in the tube to make bubbles. He turned off the tub, and I got in the hot water. It was lovely.

"Thank you." I hummed.

He grabbed a cloth and dipped it into the water and washed my back and shoulders, before he gave me the cloth, and knelt down, massaging my shoulders.

"Caio, you don't have to do that, I just—--"

"Shh, It's fine. You wanted it, and after the events you just went through, a back rub is well deserved."

"I did next to nothing." I muttered.

Caio sighed and continued to massage my shoulders. "I don't want you in the field, Matteo."

"That's not fair, Caio."

"You could have been abducted tonight, and anything could have happened to you. I shouldn't have to remind you about the proof that lives in this house about what happens to—--"

"I got it." I hissed, grinding my teeth together in annoyance.

"Stop that. I'm not saying that because I don't think you're capable, Matteo. I'm saying it because I care too much about what happens to you."

"We will just wait to see what Alessio says. If I have to do more training and things before I can go again, then fine. But I am not going to be the most useless person in this house. I refuse." I bitched.

"More training is probably best. Alessio had to train before he was allowed in the field here. You should too. Andrei should be happy to help you, or maybe even Lev. Fuck, maybe Ilya should be the one to knock some sense into you, and I don't even like him." Caio hissed, pissed off with me.

"Caio, I understand you're mad, but I wasn't looking for trouble tonight. I was just going to use the bathroom and then come back to the VIP area and wait for the night to be over. So I could crawl into bed with you and sleep. I had no intention of being cornered in the bathroom by one, then two gangsters." I said, leaning back into his hands that were pressing into my skin.

"I want to believe you, Matteo. I do."

"Then do. I swear on my soul, at the moment I was heading from the table to the bathroom, I didn't want to fight."