His Tesoro (MxM)

Chapter 33

Matteo

I stormed out of the hotel, heading towards my car, I didn't see any sign of Stefano anywhere, and the staffs of the hotel kept giving me side looks, as if I had grown two heads, I stepped into my car, trying to calm my breathing, because I was boiling with so much anger, because I still couldn't remember anything from what happened last night, and Stefano wasn't even looking as though he'd talk about it.

I finally calmed my breathing and turned on the car, zooming off from the hotel building, my mind kept going back to last night, I was trying really hard to at least remember something, one thing, but all I got was bits and pieces, and definitely not the bits I wanted to remember.

I couldn't even remember anything I said to Stefano, or how he managed to get me away from the auction without anyone asking any questions, who fucking knew?
That he had such an agenda in mind for me, and now he's acting like it never happened, and my memory haze isn't even helping me, if I actually do want to ask him about it, he might deny it, and I don't have enough proof, because my memory is a mess.

I know it's that shit he gave me, it messed with my head big time, I ran my hand down my face, I hate not having control over things, especially if those things concerns me.

I shouldn't have taken that thing from him, no I shouldn't have invited him here, that was where my mistake started, I clenched my jaw, knowing that I'd have to tell Spade about what happened, but what will I even say when half my memory is fried.

If I didn't hate Stefano, then I definitely hate him now because of this, it reminded me of him, Salvatore, it made me remember him
Stefano just proved that he's exactly like Salvatore, pretentious and dubious.

He had this plan all along and he kept lying, masking it with fake enthusiasm for the auction, he knew this would be the only place he'd be able to do this without Spade knowing, without any witness, and he took the opportunity.

I felt like killing him when I woke up, the way he looked so calm, like he didn't even care that something like that happened.
Even though I don't remember most part of last night, I remember touching him, fuck, I remember us kissing, and him touching me too.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I parked my car in front of the cabin, I really hope he doesn't come here today, because I'm this close to putting a bullet in between his eyes, I'd really like my peace and quiet at this point.

I stepped out of the car and made my way to the entrance of the cabin, I frowned when I saw a brown object, just sitting pretty in front of the door, I looked around, hoping to see something or someone but I didn't.

I got hyper alert, without my gun with me, I felt kind of bare, I guess I'm going to have to brace myself if anyone decides to jump me at this moment.
I took calculated steps towards the entrance, stopping just in front of the brown envelope, I clenched my jaw as I bend down over it, picking it up, it's actually two envelopes, one is blank behind it, while the other.... I freeze as I read the back of it, turning it hastily, looking at the other side.

I looked around again quickly, still no sign of anyone, who would drop this off in front of the cabin and why?
I narrowed my eyes on the envelope in front of me before I stalked inside, my mind still going in a spiral as I tried to think of why this envelope was in front of the cabin.

I got in, flopping myself on the couch with a heavy sigh, I ran my hand down my face as I looked at the envelope, especially the one that had my mother's name written on it.
What will be inside?

That was not the only thing occupying my mind as I let out a deep sigh, the thing with Stefano was also bugging me.
It's been only a few hours and I'm already a mess just thinking about it, and definitely not in a good way, in a very disturbing way.