The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

38 - Thirty - Eight - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

I sat on the beach, by a fire I made after finding a lighter discarded by the trash and using paper to start the bit of logs that I also found. All night long, making sure to keep it going until the sun was well into the sky. I should have been happy when Caio came back, but I wasn't, if anything, I was pissed.

He got out in a tank top and sweatpants, looking like he hadn't slept either. Good. I was happy about that. I kicked sand into my fire after standing up and dusting myself off.

"I stayed up all night waiting for you to call."

I ignored him, heading to his truck. He unlocked it and I grabbed my phone from the centre console and whipped it at him. It hit his chest, and he seemed to understand.

"You didn't have your phone." He said, as he picked up my phone and held onto it. "Matteo, I really didn't know you didn't have your phone. I only intended for you to chill out here until you called me, and when you didn't, I just thought you were being stubborn."

"Fuck you Caio." I hissed, rubbing my eyes, and walking away from him, towards the road.

"Matteo, let me take you home."

"Piss off Caio. You didn't care last night when you left me in the middle of nowhere, without my phone and the knowledge of how to get home. Keep that energy."

"Matteo!"

"Someone could have kidnapped me, you jerk!" I snapped, turning around, tired and frustrated, my eyes watering causing rolling down my cheeks.

"Matteo, I really—-"

"Just shut the fuck up Caio, I don't want to hear it!" I said, walking back from him, just to snatch my phone out of his hand. Mad, I called Vito.

"How did you fare—---"

"Can you please come get me from the beach? I refuse to get into the truck with Caio, and I just want to go home and sleep."

"You're still on the beach?" Vito asked.

"He left me here last night, alone, without my phone." I yelled.

"I'm on my way."

Caio and I were still arguing about me getting into the truck when Vito arrived. He said nothing as he got out of the vehicle and came over.

"You're not needed here, Vito."

"You don't get to tell me where I'm needed, or not, Caio. That is my son, and he called me."

They argued amongst themselves, and I just walked away. I didn't ask Vito here for them to argue. I called him to take me home. That was it. Walking down the gravel road, I made it to a four-way stop before Caio pulled up beside me and rolled down the window. "Matteo, just get in the truck, please."

"No. I don't want to be around you." I was livid, and I wouldn't forgive myself if I said something I couldn't take back to Caio.

"I sent Vito away, so you don't really have a choice."

"You what!" I snapped even madder than before.

"I told him to go home, and I would deal with you, after I explained what happened last night."

"What happened last night? Caio, what happened was cared more about this fucking truck than you did me! I could have been fucking kidnapped!" I screamed.

"We can talk about this at home, after you sleep and—---"

"Fuck you Caio, and your stupid fucking truck."

Caio got out of the truck and he grabbed me. Shoving me in the truck and buckling me in, all while I struggled against him. Hitting him a good few times as I tried to shove him away from me. He ran around the front of the truck and hopped in, and started driving.