New To Me

Chapter Two

The cream coloured Bentley pulled to a stop as they neared the loading docks. "I'll keep the car running sir" Frank said in a knowledgeable tone. With a nod Matteo stepped out of the car, not bothering to close the door seeing he isn't planning on staying here for long. He closed the buttons of his suit as he stepped into the only source of light provided by the car's headlights. No one was there, not even a seagull sitting on the ledge dropping into the water a few meters in front of him. He leaned against the hood of the expensive car, checking his watch then crossing his arms over his chest. "I am counting till five, either you try to kill me or tell me where the f**k my shipment is." Matteo's deep voice announced, reaching every corner of the warehouse to his left.

A scrawny and almost sickly man came into view of the harsh headlights from the corner of the building. He was deathly nervous, rubbing his hands together to console him from nerves and the cool August air. The tiny man stopped his hands and picked both arms up, "Sir please, I'm so sorry this happened but please I beg you," he said squeamishly. "I won't kill you goddammit, unless you give me reason to, so just answer my question," Matteo stepped forward from the car, "where. is. my shipment?". With his hands still up, the man sighed with relief, so did the condensation leaving his mouth and steaming into the air. "We'll get it back sir, I promise, the destination probably got mixed up." 

Mr. Steele's eyebrows furrowed in anger and confusion, he let out a small chuckle. "Oh the destination" he leaned back taking a dip and coming upright again, "I guess I must have made the mistake here then, stupid me huh?". The little man came a bit more forward with his hands to his side leaning slightly to the right as he faced Matteo, "N.no sir" he stuttered, "We don't know who was in charge of it". He was fearing for his life and Mr. Steele could sense it, he knows the man will do anything out of fear, thus the whole situation will resolve faster. Matteo took yet another step forward, shortening the distance between them, now they only stood inches from each other. The small man started to shake a bit, he was much shorter in comparison to Mr. Steele that was towering over him at five foot eleven.

Matteo flashed him a sinister smile before pulling out the handgun tucked into his waist behind his belt. He grabbed the worker by his collar almost picking him up and put the cold metal against his head. The man desperately clung to his hands trying to push them off, fear devoured him and it made Matteo feel that familiar rush he's addicted to. "Then why did I have to come here tonight?" he whispered softly into the whimpering man's ear. Mr. Steele looked him in the eyes, "My evenings" he said while waving the handgun around, "They're special", Matteo shook the man as he closed his eyes feeling the gun pressed against his temple. The shaking man let out a whimper as a tear fell down his cheek, Matteo wiped it away with the gun, the cold metal ran along his face softly. Mr. Steele pulled him closer to his face and pecked his forehead with his lips before staring him in the eyes, "Just get it done". When Matteo let go of the man and put away the handgun, he fell to the ground crying. Mr. Steele turned around like nothing happened and scratched his nose before he stepped into the car and closing the door.

The drive home was fairly smooth. Traffic wasn't as bad at one in the morning as it is during the day. Matteo took out his phone to check the recent messages from his stress relievers. Ever since the bottom surgery life has been a breeze for him, no girl even knows he's trans. His rose garden of skulls tattoo on his chest covers his scars perfectly, the ink also made him more 'intimidating' but Matteo believes intimidation is all about attitude. He swiped through the photos each one sent, replying with a simple "so sexy" text. 

'It's not uncommon for mafia bosses to have a sort of s****l stress relief option at their every beck and call. A relationship would never work in this line of business, it's a weakness and a soft spot. Yes you hear that every time but think about it, the person you would die for, being tied up and used as leverage against you? You wouldn't survive the pain, those who do barely scrape themselves together and often end up trigger happy and losing their empire. 

I have always been bisexual, but it's getting more stressful to sneak in male w****s than female. In the end the s*x isn't even worth the trouble. Every person I've been with just submits, practically begs me just to kiss them, then they roll over and just want to be used. There's nothing wrong with people who enjoy it but the bedroom is the one place to challenge my authority without having a death wish. I get an even more intense high imagining someone trying to dominate me, but fail. It might not make sense but I never give in, the day I submit to someone is the day I propose.'

The street lights slow down from passing the window indicating the penthouse is nearby. Frank stopped the car right in front of the doors and greeted Mr. Steele. Matteo got out and closed the door as Frank pulled away eager to get home. The door's to the building opened on cue and Matteo made his way to the elevator. Exhaling once he's alone in there he leans his head back against the mirror behind him waiting for his floor. He trusts the deal goes down smoothly and tied up once they find the actual shipment. He hated people who slack or make mistakes, a mistake can cost you everything. The elevator came to a stop and it's doors retracted, revealing a hallway fit for a king.

The front door opened with the click of a key card and he pushed inside seeking comfort. he threw his jacket on the dark leather sofa and pulled out the gun of his waistband and gently put it down on the side table next to the sofa. Kicking off his shoes and ripping off his suit, Matteo broke the welcoming silence in his home. The suit he undressed laid on the floor of the cold marble floor in the living room. He rubbed the bridge of his nose between his eyes, yawning, as he came up the stairs of his bedroom. Matteo threw open his silk bedding and fell down in the middle. This is the only place he feels safe enough to be tired, have aches and most importantly, weaknesses. 

Dawn broke and the early morning sun seeped into his bedroom, Matteo woke energized. He only needs a few hours of sleep to function optimally, however rushing blood through your system is the more reasonable explanation. He stat upright on the side of the grey silk stretching his back muscle. Pulling back his perfectly sculpted arms as all his muscles overlapped and his spine cracked satisfyingly. Matteo's bare feet met the cold, unfeeling marble when he stood up from bed. His housekeeper, Angela, was already working on a healthy morning fueling, but it gave enough time for him to schedule his morning workout. The gym room was his favourite in the entire penthouse. The view is better than anything he has ever seen. It's a perfect view of the city, including the infamous Empire State building.

He could just get everything out of his system, the treadmill when he wants to clear his head, leather red punching bag for any frustration and the weights for whatever reason he needs to feel stronger or become stronger. 

'You can't ever think enough is enough, there is always room for making yourself stronger, more powerful. People become weak the moment they think they've reached their goal, there's always another goal to reach. The kingdom is only as large as you make it. 

The day is going to be slow, I better do as much as I can now to prevent fatigue later.'

The punching bag was hit from every side there is, only Matteo wasn't frustrated, he was angry when he woke up. Recurring last night's events he made his own blood boil, thinking about the shipment and the deal leading up to it. If anything goes wrong with this deal he has to work twice as hard just to get another contact number, then there's the people responsible for the loss of it. At least it's something he loves to do, threaten people so they make sure whatever needs to get done, gets done. 

After nearly abusing the red leather, he went to shower before breakfast. Showering was like meditation for Matteo, he imagined all the stress and anger he was feeling, washed away with every drop from the golden waterfall gently healing him. Getting dressed is the exact same as last night, only he wasn't as mad and infuriated. Matteo slipped on a different pair of Italian leather for the day, more expensive and more stylish. He always dresses respectable and professional, some might say it's a facade, dressing neat to hide any indiscretions he partakes in. In all honesty he dresses this way to present himself as powerful and to make sure his potential business partners can trust him more.

Angela made pancakes with bacon and a protein shake on the side, he could smell it from his bedroom. She has picked up on his subtle likes and dislikes without even telling her so she knows it's one of his favourite starters for the day. Matteo entered the kitchen and gave Angela a warm smile while she was serving the pancakes on a white plate. "I know the day is a bit slow today so I decided to start it off just right for you" the middle aged woman said sweetly. "Ah Angela, I would waste away if it were not for you" Matteo said jokingly as he sat down on one of the bar stools from the kitchen counter. He wasted no time digging in and practically inhaling the kick starter. Within a few moments the plate was polished, almost licked clean and Matteo thanked Angela. 

He swiftly walked to the living room stopping at the table he left his handgun last night and tucked into his backside behind his belt. Matteo picked up the suit jacket lying untouched on the sofa and threw it on him, adjusting his tie before he walked out the front door. 

'Let's get this over with' he sighed as the elevator opened up for him.