The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

36 - Thirty - Six - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

When Vito returned, he dropped two pizzas on the table and scared Ilya and me to death. The two of us had been watching murder shows in the dark for several hours.
Ilya, what the hell is going on? It's pitch black in here!"

He stared at the mess he caused by kicking the coffee table and throwing our drinks. "You fucking scarred the shit out of me," he said, before turning to me and speaking again. "In the bathroom, there is a towel, Matteo. Can you please grab it? "

"Sure."

"Stay, I'll get it. I didn't know you were here. I'll just leave the food and head out." Vito said, already making his way down the hall.

Ilya turned on the light, and Vito came back, giving him the towel.

"Hey you don't have to leave." I said.

"It's fine." He said and started to gather up his things.

"I'll just go. I'm sure Ilya wants to have dinner with you. We can--" I started to say as Ilya stood up and walked to the door, sitting down in front of it.

"Neither of you are leaving." He hummed. "We are all going to have dinner together, and that's the end of it."

"Ilya. Move, I interrupted your time with Matteo---"

"You are trying to run away from your son even after he told you that you didn't have to leave. Olive branch, Vito. Olive branch." Ilya said, still not moving.

Vito pulled his coat off, and set it on the back of a chair, and sat down.

"Fine. I'll stay."

Ilya got out plates after he went to finish cleaning up the mess and brought them to the table. He smiled at Vito, who did not return it.

"Does Caio know you're here, Matteo?" Vito said finally.

"Yes, I messaged him at one pm to let him know Ilya and I were bingeing some tv shows for a while if he needed me." I said, sitting down beside Vito because Ilya took the seat across from him.

He nodded and opened the pizza boxes.

"Alessio told me you were having lunch with Andrei. Did that go well?"

"I suppose it did. I can see why you like Andrei. He is a caring father." Vito said.

"Answer me truthfully. Did you at any point think I was yours?"

"Yes. Several times. I took up my concerns with your mother. She assured me you weren't mine, but rather her husband's son."

"Well, we know that's not true now." Ilya said, before stuffing a slice of pizza into his mouth as he spoke.

"Ilya, manners." Vito hissed at him, and he chewed the pizza slowly again. "Look Matteo, I know this is weird, hell its fucking baffling. You grew up right there, and I should have pushed for more proof, or had your DNA tested myself. But I trusted your mother. I am just asking you to give me a chance to, at the very least, be someone you can confide in."

"You know, I've carried around the guilt for the things that my father, or rather my not father, did to Alessio for so long. I felt terrible for it all. But now, without that link, I don't know who I am. My life was a lie."

"You have the chance to leave that man behind, Matteo."

"I'm not saying I don't want a relationship with you, but it will take time for us to build a relationship."

"If you didn't look like your grandfather, maybe I would have known you were my child sooner." Vito hummed.

"He has your eyes, and some of your behaviours. Pay attention." Ilya said, before chewing back another slice of cheese pizza.