The Underbosses House Cat [M/M]

04 - Four - Ilya Russo's Point Of View.

Yelling, and then feeling someone move me, I opened my left eye and came face to face with Vito. He looked less than amused, too. He had tucked himself into the lounge chair next to me and was using my pillow under his head. While my head rested on his arm. I was pretty cozy, and the soft sounds of the rain and Vito's heartbeat, was enough to put me back to sleep.

Waking up later, I heard Viktor ratting me out to Vito about being outside in the pouring rain. Vito waited till Viktor was done saying what he was. Before I felt his hand on my back.

"Are you going to take your pills willingly this morning, or are you going fuck around again?"

I didn't say anything. I just let out a deep breath and turned to look at him.

"When did you wake up?" I muttered.

"Me? When did I wake up? Hmm. Sometime after you took the fuck off and went to play in the thunderstorm." Vito said, his tone rather rude and cold.

"I stayed here. I just went outside. Guess you shouldn't have cut my sleeping pill in half if you wanted me to sleep through the night." I said, plainly, before closing my eyes again.

"Get up. You have to take your pills."

"Pass." I muttered, rolling till I was tucked against his chest. If he wanted to play blow for blow, I could do the same. With him only, though. Vito was annoyed with me, and I knew it. So did Matteo, who got some of Vito's lovely attitude.

"If you're just going to stare at me, go elsewhere." He hissed at his own son. I waited until Matteo was out of the sunroom to poke at him some more.

"You're mature." I muttered.

"You're no better."

"I'm psychotic. What's your excuse?" I replied, feeling braver or stupider than usual. I ran my hand up Vito's chest and set it loosely around the back of his neck. Leaving little space between us, and his sore ribs. I was pretty comfortable like that. I was testing Vito's limits, seeing how long he would let me keep touching him before he snapped. I wanted to see if I could get him to relax and accept my touch, even if it was just for a moment. I hoped that if I could get him to trust me more, then maybe we could have a proper conversation. About feelings. My feelings.

"Ilya."

"Closed for business." I muttered, tucking my face into his side and his shirt.

"Get off me." He huffed. His cool behaviour with me, starting to crack. He shoved me to the floor without warning, grabbing my arm enough to stop me from hitting the floor or my head too hard.

"So rude." I complained, laying in my new spot on the floor. I yanked the blanket down on top of me.

"Get up. You have pills to take."

I sighed, but stood up. Following Vito out to the kitchen. Matteo was having a discussion with Viktor and my mother about cooking. Vito got me a glass of water, knowing where the cups were and gave me the pills. I picked the sleeping pill out and set it back on the counter.

"I don't need to take that one now."

"Take it anyway."

"Sure, do you want me to fall asleep behind the wheel, because I don't mind dying, but you might." I replied, and he snatched the pill off the counter and held it.

"I'll drive." Vito said.

"And who the fuck is going to drive my car back, huh!" I yelled, smashing my hand on the countertop, feeling agitated with him. He tossed the pill in the garbage, but not before shooting me a look that was filled with warning. I took the pills and went to go find something else to keep me busy, so Vito didn't try to kill me himself based on that look.