The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

37 - Thirty - Seven - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

I raced through the halls, back to Caio's. My man was in that tub and I wanted a look at the very least before he got out. Lev barely had a chance to get out of my way, as I dashed by him and my brother.

"Don't run in the hall!"

"I'm on a time limit!" I yelled back, getting to the front door and having to catch my breath. Using my phone, I let myself in, ditching all my stuff, and raced to the bathroom. Twisting the door handle, it was locked.

"Caio!" I whined.

"You're late. Now you miss out."

"Caio! Not fair. Let me in." I whined more.

"No, I'm enjoying my bath. You will have to wait."

"Do you know how to replace a door?"

"Matteo, don't."

I kicked the door, and it opened, breaking a piece of the door clean off.

"Did I or did I not just tell you not to do that?" Caio hissed, anger clear on his face.

"You did." I muttered.

"Why didn't you listen?"

"I wanted to see—--"

"I told you not to do something, and you refused to listen again." Caio hissed. I heard him hit the drain on the tub and I was mildly regretting busting down the door. "I shouldn't have to teach you how to fucking listen at your age." He said, doubling down on his rant. I felt bad.

I turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind me, or what I left of it.

"Don't fucking bother closing it, it's fucking broke." He bitched.

I wasn't sure if I was the entire reason Caio was in a bad mood, but I didn't want to hang around to find out. I slipped my shoes on before I left the wing again, taking Caio's keys off the hook when I left.

I didn't have a valid license, but I knew how to drive and really well. Sneaking out, I unlocked Caio's truck and hopped inside, starting it. Moving the seat slightly, I adjusted everything to my height and buckled in. The passenger door opened, making me jump, and Alessio hopped inside the truck, closing the door, and he sighed.

"Just what are you doing, Matteo?" He asked.

"Car ride?"

"Right, so we are stealing Caio's truck?"

"Borrow! And there is no you in this. Get out. This is just me!"

"You don't have a license, dear little brother."

"So. Big fucking deal." I said, rolling my eyes. This was far from the first time.

"We're stealing the truck, aren't we?" Alessio said, putting the seatbelt on.

"Don't you have a husband to touch or work to do?"

"Lev is working late on something, and I don't want to work. So, for once, I'm going to bug you. With the way you were sneaking out, I knew you would be up to something interesting."

"Interesting? Hardly. I'm just looking to give Caio more reasons to yell at me." I grunted, putting the truck in reverse.

"More reasons?"

"I broke the bathroom door. After he said not to, I wanted to see him naked in the tub."

"Matteo."

"What. He locked me out. He's mine, and I wanted to see at the very least."

I backed out of the spot, and Alessio just shook his head.

"You're aware of all the crimes you're committing?"