The Underbosses House Cat [M/M]

12 - Twelve - Ilya Russo's Point Of View.

I slipped out of the bed around six am, and Vito didn't move a single inch. I even stood there and waited to see if he would wake up. Taking my pills, I changed into a different sweater and sweatpants. The events from last night felt like a cheese grater on my balls. Vito definitely got under my skin.

I paced back and forth for a few minutes before the clock flicked over to Six thirty am.

At this time, Alessio would head to the medical wing to do paperwork and organizing, and I could ambush him. It was the perfect time to bring up the issue. Leaving Vito's wing, I skipped shoes and walked down the hall. My feet hardly made any sound on the floor as I walked past Matteo and Caio's wing. Part of me debated just returning to Vito's, but the reminder of his words made me frown again.

Standing in the foyer, I looked out the window, and it looked wet and rainy.

"Are you looking for Alessio?"

I turned and looked at Lev. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and a coat on. He was probably going to take that to Alessio in the medical wing.

"Yeah. I have a side effect with my meds." Without saying another word about what the issue was, Lev seemed to understand, and nodded.

"Tag along. I have an umbrella." He said, a soft smile on his features.

I followed him outside in the rain, under the umbrella he took out of his pocket. We walked in silence, just enjoying the sound of the rain on the umbrella material. Inside, he closed the umbrella after setting down Alessio's coffee.

"Where the hell are your shoes, Ilya? Surely Vito didn't let you out of the wing like that," Lev said, frowning as he picked up the coffee again.

"Vito is still sleeping." I muttered.

"You have to remember to put shoes on. You're going to get something in the bottom of your feet, and then you won't be happy."

I nodded. He opened the second set of doors, which I actually had never seen closed before. He let me in and closed them behind me. Arguing filled the space, and Lev looked sympathetic.

"Who is—-"

"Alexi goddamn it, just hold the fuck still and I won't break your arm by accident!" Alessio yelled, frustration in voice.

"Has he been here all night?" I asked.

"No, only since four am. Alexi came in with a dislocated shoulder. He won't let Alessio pop it back in."

I followed Lev to the back of the medical section, and Alessio had his glasses on. He was getting ready to put the shoulder back into place, and I watched Alexi move again. The man behind Alexi signed. He looked frustrated, too.

"I've brought your coffee." Lev said, and Alexi looked up at him and spoke.

"Oh look, one Russian turned into two."

That got Alessio's attention. He looked at Lev and then at me.

"Ilya, what can I help you with?"

"Help your cousin first." I said, mildly excited to see this all go down. I knew how to pop a shoulder back in pretty quickly, but I wanted to see how Alessio would put it back.

"Alright."

I looked away from the scene in front of me for only a few minutes, but the sound of a yelp made me look away from the wall where all kinds of print outs were. Alessio had popped his shoulder back in and he was not happy about it. He helped him up from a lying position and they argued again.

He wrapped the situation with Alexi up quickly, and as he redressed, I spotted the scars all over his arms, even from the distance I was at. He looked at me and his eyes were hard and cold. But then they softened. I looked away. I knew what it was like not to want people to stare at your scars. The man behind Alexi was thanking Alessio. Alessio put Alexi's arm in a sling after he was fully dressed in a long sleeve shirt..