The Underbosses Chef [M/M]

48 - Forty - Eight - Matteo Concetta's Point Of View.

Ilya was getting more and more miserable with the passing days. This was day four of Vito being gone, and he wasn't being cooperative with me.

"Eat, please Ilya."

"No. I don't want to."

"Ilya, Vito is going to be pissed to find out about this."

"I don't care. I should be out looking for him, too." Ilya hissed, like an angry house cat, and I sighed.

"You can help if you don't have the energy to do so, because you're neglecting your health." I replied.

He ate slowly, still not impressed with me.

"Better you eat this way, or Alessio can force you." I said, truthfully.

"I'm not sure which one of you is worse, you or your brother and his husband." Ilya snapped.

"Definitely Alessio and Lev."

"You're not that far off. You drugged me last night." He bitched, angrily chewing down pancakes.

"You refused to sleep and refused your sleeping pills. Alessio told me to put it in your food, so I did."

Ilya swore at me in Russian.

"Those sound like you're not pleasant words, Ilya." I said, chuckling.

"That's the friendliest words I have for you." He said, stabbing pancakes.

"You're not being very friendly today, Ilya." Alessio said as he walked through the door, his eyes on Ilya.

"I have some choice words for you too, Alessio." He said, jamming more pancakes into his mouth.

"I know you're upset that I had Matteo drug you last night."

"Oh, what was your first indication, Doc?" Ilya said, pointing the fork at Alessio.

"For someone who got some decent sleep last night, unwillingly of course, you're miserable."

"Find my fucking Vito and I will consider locating the friendly bone in my body again. Or let me the fuck out and I will find him myself."

"Ilya, we are looking, when we know something you will too." Alessio said.

"Its been four fucking days." Ilya snapped.

"I know Ilya." Alessio said, sitting at the table, a little way down from him.

"Want any pancakes—--"

"He's not welcome to my pancakes." Ilya snapped, setting his fork down and crossing his arms, looking at me.

"Well. Guess that's your answer, Matteo." Alessio said, not bothered at all by Ilya's hostile behaviour.

Ilya was grumbling under his breath when Lev came. Lev sat across from Ilya, and spoke to him in Russian, and Ilya stopped. Before he not-so- politely told Lev to fuck off.

"You're behaving like a cat that's angry that their owner left them at home," Lev said, looking right at Ilya.

"Find my fucking owner. I won't have to behave this way." Ilya said, glaring at Lev.

"Ilya, we understand you need Vito, but this level of hostile behaviour isn't needed. We are looking as hard as we can for him." Lev said, his voice that smooth reassuring tone again.

"Look harder." Ilya said, before getting up from the table and walking to the couch and laying down, and pulling the blanket over him. Caio came through the door a short time later, just after Alessio and Lev left, with a humble sacrifice. For Ilya.