mafia king

Chapter 10 - best friends

"Are you kidding me?" I groaned and wished I hadn't agreed to meet my friends tonight. "I thought this would just be us." I said as a greeting and sat down at the table in the restaurant. I was very much underdressed. The other soldiers, which I wasn't aware were also invited tonight, grinned. Marco gave me a look which told me he felt the same about this set up as me. "Already in a mood and it isn't even nine yet." One of them teased. Mario hid a smile. The other soldiers were his friends, not mine nor Marco's nor Sandrino's. Not even my mother had invited half of them to my party because she didn't like them either. They were just like their fathers. Loud, angry and ugly.

The others started talking and I sighed when I saw Jackson was also here tonight. We never got along. He wore a smirk on his face. "So, Matteo. I've heard you have gotten your heart broken." I knew he was trying to provoke me. I took a deep breath. "Thanks for your concern." Jackson's smirk widened and he put his arms over the chairs around him. Trying to seem bigger than he was. "I wasn't concerned. "I was just curious since when you were That's the kind of bullshit only a guy like you could be." I swallowed. The rest of the group looked uncomfortable, exchanging glances. "A guy like me?" I echoed. There was no need to dispute it. The gay thing had always been around me. I never confirmed it, but some people had their suspicions. "You know, a little ***." That one hurt, no matter who said it to me. I got angry. Screw deescalating this situation. Mario gave me a warning look. He knew how I got when I was angry. I licked my lips before I wore the same cooky smirk as him. "Takes one to know one." The room temperature dropped a few degrees. Jackson shot out of his seat at the same time I did. "Guys please. Let's just calm down." One of the guys said. "This was supposed to be a fun diner." He added and Mario nodded his head in agreement. Jackson and I didn't stop staring at each other. I growled. "I have started fights for less." Mario sighed and got up. He patted my shoulder. "Calm down you idiot. He was just making a joke." "Not funny." Marco said and Mario groaned. "Not you too! Jackson is an idiot. Just let him run his fucking mouth!" "Yeah guys. Let me just talk more about how Matteo likes it up the ass." Mario turned around and punched him square in the jaw. He stumbled backwards into another table. My eyes widened. Mario turned back to me. He seemed surprised. "My hand slipped. I swear!" Sandrino let out a roaring laugh. Jackson's friends sprang into action and attacked us. A few stayed seated not willing to take sides. Dodging a wild swing, Marco retaliated with a powerful punch, landing it squarely on the others haw. I swept guys legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground. Mario was deflecting punches from Nathan. Sandrino was putting one of them in a choke hold. As the brawl continued, we got a few good hits in. Nathan and his friends were starting to realize that they had underestimated us. Add in Marco and me in any fight and it would turn ugly.

The fight stopped after the police arrived. We wouldn't be arrested for long. Our family name would make sure of that, but my mother would be angry either way. I held my cheek where I had somehow gotten a deep cut. Jackson looked worse and I chuckled. "Glad you think this is funny." My face froze when I saw Georgino leaning against the wall over me. Even under this weird lightning he managed to look hot. He mustered my dishevelled appearance with concern. We locked eyes for a moment, emotions swirling between us. I blinked and turned my head away from him. "Does your cut need stitches?" Georgino asked and I shook my head. "I've had worse." Georgino takes a step closer, reaching out to touch me but stopping. A police officer came towards us. "Matteo, your mother is waiting for you." I sighed and let my eyes rake over Georgino before I got up to get my head bitten off. He gave me a small smile before I turned around the corner to see my mother wrapped in her morning robe. Her hair rolled up in those weird plastic things she put in her hair every night. I'm dead.

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