𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎

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"Well, get him to wake up. If he doesn't start talking.. work your charm, Randy. You know italian too, right?"

Alejandro paced. It was nearly 9 pm and there was still no sign of Mattia. He looked over at Elijah who was sat on the couch, focused on a tv show. The costa rican sighed and leaned on the couch.

"I don't know where he is, Elijah." Alejandro said. He was clearly distressed. Elijah just nodded and continued watching his show. "You're just like your father." The costa rican scowled and walked away.

Mattia woke up to a headache. He groaned softly and raised himself from the bed. He looked around. For a moment he thought he was safe. His eyes narrowed to a corner of the room and he scoffed.

Jake emerged slowly from the shadows. "You won't get away so easily, Princess." The caucasian man sarcastically cooed. The italian rolled his eyes and turned away. "Knock it off, Jake." He said as he crossed his arms.

Jake's eyebrows furrowed and he chuckled, making his way over to the italian. Mattia jerked away when he felt a pair of hands on his waist. Jake's tongue tsked. "We used to be such a happy pair. What happened?"

Mattia turned his head to glare at the caucasian. "You know exactly what happened." The italian mumbled as he got up and moved away. "I no longer like you, Jake." Mattia said as he leaned against the wall.

Jake shook his head. "You will soon, baby." Jake smiled and got up from his place on the bed. He walked over to the italian and lightly stroked his cheek. Mattia flinched away, making Jake frown.

The caucasian stared at the italian for a few more moments and turned away. He walked to the door, opened it, shut it, and locked it. Mattia slid down to the floor and buried his face in his hands.

He hated this with every inch of his body. How did Jake even know he was back in New Jersey? Could this all be for revenge on Kairi? Are Alejandro and Elijah okay? Several questions flooded the italians mind all at once.

This made him feel light headed. His heart began beating faster. He tilted his head back and clutched his chest. He began light gasping. He was having a heart attack.

Alejandro had called just about every single one of Mattia's friends, yet none of them knew where he was. Alejandro scratched his head. He was worried sick for his lover.

Where was he, and why hadn't he called? Could he just be caught up at work? No, it's way too late. He can't be. Alejandro bit the inside of his cheek and stared hard at the floor. What did Mattia even do for a living?

Alejandro's eyes darted around the kitchen as he searched for an answer, yet nothing came to thought. Had Mattia even told him what he did as a job? Alejandro's tongue clicked and he sighed. There couldn't just be no trace left of him.

Jake walked back into the room and his eyes widened. Mattia was laying on the floor, passed out. "Randy, get your ass in here! With your weird medical shit or whatever, now!" Jake shouted.

A few moments later a man taller than Jake bursted through the doors, a heavy bag in hand. He walked over to Mattia and sat it down beside him. Randy had thick black hair like Mattia. His eyes were blue and his skin tone was more of a tan. He was mexican, or at least mostly. He consisted of italian and caucasian as well, but he didn't find those factors as important.

He stared up at Jake and shook his head. He cursed in spanish. "Tu estupida perra!" Randy halfway shouted. "Acaba de desmayarse. No necesitamos el maletín médico." Randy talked fluently and in a deep tone. Jake nodded.

"Well, get him to wake up. If he doesn't start talking.. work your charm, Randy. You know italian too, right?" The caucasian man winked and walked off, closing the door and locking it behind him.

Randy huffed and stared at the italian. The mexican wanted out, too. But how was he to escape? He shook the italian and removed his hands when the italian's eyes began to open, slowly.

Mattia sat up and stared at Randy. "Hai avuto un infarto e sei svenuto, ora stai bene." Randy stated. Mattia almost melted. A man like this being able to speak his first language? The italian shook his head. He had Alejandro.