The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

32 - Thirty - Two - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

Twelve hours ago, I was relaxing in bed with Caio after coming back from the medical wing, not a care in the world. Content that I was going to get my just desserts on the guy that drugged me and then tried to kill me.

Twelve hours later, I was cleaning his blood out from under Ilya's nails, and telling him it was alright, I understood why he did what he did.

"Vito is going to be disappointed and angry when he finds out what I've done."

"You fucking think! Ilya, what were you thinking?" Alessio yelled, making him flinch.

"Alessio yelling won't make any of this better." I said softly, digging more blood out from under Ilya's nails.

"How did you even figure out how to get down there?" Alessio demanded.

"Vito's phone." Ilya said softly before pulling said phone out of his pocket and setting it on the table with the hand I wasn't cleaning.

"How did you get Vito's phone?" He asked.

"I stole it as he was leaving."

I didn't say anything, I just listened to them speaking, knowing that Caio would fill me in on the mess that they, Vito and he, were cleaning.

"You had every intention of going into my second basement and gutting them, then?"

Ilya nodded.

Alessio said nothing. He just sat on the couch and sighed deeply, pulling a hand through his hair.

"I can cover this up, but please, Ilya, you can't do this again, ever. You could put me in a terrible spot with Maddox and that is the last thing I want, or need."

Ilya nodded.

"I would do it again, but I am sorry." He said.

Caio and Vito came by a little while later, and I expected him to tell Alessio he was right about Ilya being a monster, and being dangerous. But he didn't say a word. Vito, on the other hand, was not quiet about it.

"What the fuck do you have to say for yourself, Ilya!" He snapped, grabbing Ilya by the throat and slamming him against the wall.

"I will take responsibility for any and all problems that come from my actions." Ilya said, before looking away from Vito. But I saw the mild fear in his eyes for a moment.

"I should snap your fucking neck!" Vito snarled, and Ilya closed his eyes.

"If Alessio approves, then I am at your mercy. Vito," He whispered.

I watched Vito start to tighten his hand, and I went to move, as did Alessio, but it was Caio that yanked Vito's hand from around Ilya's throat.

"That is enough. I'm not his biggest fan, but he didn't do it because he could. He did it for a reason. He was protecting a member of the family." Caio said.

"You don't need to protect me. I am comfortable dying." Ilya said, his eyes open now, tears streaking his pale cheeks.

Vito moved away from Ilya, grabbing a paper tray of pills and popping them out, and getting a glass of water. He gave the pills to Ilya, and the glass of water.

"Take your pills and go the fuck to sleep." Vito snarled at him.

Ilya took the pills, but didn't move. He stayed right where he was.

"If you're going to decide my fate, then I want to stay and know if I am going—--"

"No one is going to kill you, at least not now, Ilya. Go rest." Alessio said, and Ilya's shoulders dropped and he went down the hall, avoiding touching Vito as he left. The sound of the bedroom door shutting echoing through the entire wing.