𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎

𝟐𝟖.𝟎𝟎

"I'm going to make your life a living hell, Polibio."

Mattia sat on the edge of the bed, Randy beside him. The mexican had a hand on the italian's thigh, but he didn't mind. He looked around the room they were in. It was a large room yet it had little furniture.

The bed was placed in the middle of a wall. There were two nightstands, one by each side of the bed. A small lamp sat on each nightstand, followed by a few books.

There were three rugs, one on each side of the bed and one at the front of the bed. The room was dark. There was a small window that illuminated the light of the moon from the outside.

Mattia closed his eyes and exhaled. His eyebrows furrowed when he felt light rubbing on his thigh. "Stai bene?" Randy questioned as he looked the italian in the eyes, worried. Mattia only nodded. He couldn't help but get lost in the older man's eyes.

Randy was twenty three, being roughly two years older than the italian. His black thick hair was messy like Mattia's. The italian gasped sharply when the mexican's hand trailed up to his v-line.

"Sai come funziona." Randy mumbled. "Dimmi solo quello che ho bisogno di sapere e starai bene." Mattia fell back against the bed in a submissive way. Randy grinned and flipped himself, now hovering over the italian, hand still on his v-line.

"D'accordo, ragazzo Matti, dimmi cos'è successo a Kairi." Mattia looked the older in the eyes and looked away. He bit his lip. "He's dead." The italian replied. "E perché è così?" Randy retorted.

Mattia began grinding his teeth when he felt the mexican rubbing his v-line. "I- He had came into my house while I was gone and took my brother." Mattia said, nervously. "E tuo fratello non sarebbe dovuto morire ... cosa, tre anni fa?"

Mattia said nothing. He kept quiet. "Dov'è il corpo?" Randy asked in a hard, stern tone making the italian shrink back. "Out skirts of town, on that farm. In the corn field." Mattia groaned when the hand was removed.

He sat up and fixed his hair, watching as the mexican left the room. He may of been mean and demanding, but Mattia was truly stunned to see someone who was under Jake's power so dominant.

He rolled his eyes and turned away when Jake walked back into the room. "Get the hell away from me." Mattia said. Jake chuckled and sat down at the edge of the bed. "Tell me why you hate me so much, darling."

Mattia turned to face the caucasian. "You should know why, Jake. All of this mafia and gang shit took you away from me. We were only fifteen. And what do you do? Get yourself involved in something like that." Mattia huffed.

Jake smiled. "You have nowhere to talk." Mattia clicked his tongue. "I was seventeen when I began doing shit like that. And that's because you convinced me."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "You show so much affection for Randy, and you barely even know him." Mattia turned red at the comment. "Unlike you he can actually speak my language, sorry body." Mattia replied, confidently.

Jake chuckled. "Wait until Alejandro knows about this. I'm going to make your life a living hell, Polibio." Jake got up from the bed and walked out, the door slamming behind him hard. There was a click and footsteps, which slowly grew quieter.

Mattia sighed. He rested his head on his hand and crawled to the head of the bed. He wouldn't normally do this, only if he was truly bored. He grabbed a book off of the nightstand and began reading.