The Gangster's Toy

Dangerous

   Rhett stabbed the table with the chopsticks in each handed as he chanted, grinning like a kid, well he was one. 

  "Dinner! dinner! dinner!",  Allessandro couldn't help but bury his face in his big palms to stop himself from laughing too loudly, he had to maintain his posture in front of his wife, he had to keep his cold side on show- or more like, he had to hide his rarely jolly side from the boy. The frail boy rested the last dish of food before the two Lorenzos before standing by them like a participant in Master Chef ready to have his first cuisine tasted. "Big brother! Feed me pleaseeeeeeeease", the kid whined, pouting, getting a quizzical look from the heir. Why was he asking the Jose to feed him when his uncle was there? 

  Mateo looked just as perplexed as his other half as he batted his eyelashes at the kid, not knowing if he could do what was asked or stand still. His gaze ascended towards the heir's stone-looking face for permission but blankness glared back. He decided to just smile weakly, even if the offer was tempting, he could spend days, no years, with the kid and it would be 'quality time' to him. However, as soon as he saw the heir inhale deeply before exhaling lightly, he tensed up... Did he do something wrong? Jose fiddled with the hem of his over-sized shirt, that didn't belong to him and bit his lip, suppressing a flinch. Was he going to stand there and get scolded for absolutely no cause? He had no clue. 

  "Mateo." The older male called, making Mateo's ears twitch up as he listened. "Mateo..", he furrowed his eyebrows when he got called again... what was  Allessandro doing? The heir had his head lowered and it only made it hard to read his body language. How was Mateo supposed to react? "Mateo!"  Allessandro snapped, dashing his eyes to the younger's whimpering figure, surprising not only him but his own nephew who sat there clueless. 

  "Y-yes...?", He finally asked, wishing he had done it earlier. The boy quivered in a state of confusion, his eyes turning watery. 

  "Sit and feed him", Mateo nodded, taking trembling steps towards the boy who looked just as hurt as his brother, he frowned. 

  The younger male did as he was told, dishing out the ramen and kimchi into 2 plates before gently placing one in front of his husband, who just eyed him for a good 5 minutes for god knows what before descending his eyes to the plate and started eating, and the other to the cheery looking kid who seemed to be jumping in his seat out of joy, if that was possible. Mateo's scrunched up face soon took a delightful fold as he pulled up his sleeves and picked up the chopsticks, stabbing the spindles a few times before trapping a mouthful between the long thin sticks and extending it towards the kid's mouth, who seemed to be telling him about his achievements from past days. 

  "Hyung! I even poured a mixture of ink and glitter on the new aunty! HAHAHA She was sho angry!!!!! I quickly ran away before she could catch me!" He went on, Mateo froze, and so did  Allessandro, the wheat worms hanging from his mouth for a few seconds before he choked, mentally choking Mateo too as he quickly poured water in a costly glass and rushed over to his husband's hunched up back as he coughed with a devious smile on his lips. He was already enjoying where this conversation was going, he itched to see the face of the uninvited Tiffany raging at the kid over his mischief, he just loved it.  Allessandro knew she would be miserable here and it was coming sooner than he thought. The boy still laughed on, waiting to be fed. 

  Mateo rubbed Allessandro's back as he held the rim of the glass to his fidgeting lips, he was still internally laughing, making Mateo hard to keep still as Allessandro accidentally felt himself wet, the smile faded away. The frail boy stepped back, bringing with him the glass as he stared at his husband in horror. What had he done? He f****d up, didn't he? The heir didn't stir for a few seconds, making Mateo anxious for his safety, he could see the swelled up veins against his temple and his jaw tightening but he could do nothing... The harm had been done. 

  "It's just water, Uncle...", the kid complained, knowing the tensed up atmosphere too well but the older Lorenzo shot his eyes up at the wife, who gasped at the eye-contact. 

    "I-I'm sorry.. I didn't........me-", Mateo cried out, being pulled by his wrist was painful enough but it hurt his shoulder when he was brutally made to take a right turn, the concrete wall making a painful impact on his shoulder as he hissed. It's just water... it chanted in his head, trying to find what was so offending in it, what could have possibly driven the heir into his barbaric state, but there was no answer, no other face to the coin, no hope. He knew the way, he knew they were heading to  Allessandro's room but maybe...maybe it was better for him to keep his mouth shut because as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a sharp pain in in his cheek, throwing his head to the other side of the body.

   Allessandro slapped him. He slapped Mateo, not just a regular slap, he had rings on and the metal tore through his delicate pale skin, sending him crashing to the marble floor. As if falling to his knees, suddenly, wasn't bad enough, his head hit the wall on the other side of the passage. He was in affliction, all the muscles in his frail body ached from the impact, his eyes going blurry. Mateo couldn't make out if it was the throbbing pain in his head that caused or was it his already tear-flooded eyes. The boy tensed, feeling something roll down his temple and joining something on his cheekbone, he pressed his trembling fingers to the fragile muscle and flinched when he saw crimson blood. A sob left his lips, whimpering at the sight, his heart sank, hating how weak he felt, how useless he felt. Upon a second or two of peace that he experienced, he was roughly made to stand by grabbing at his shoulders by his husband, who looked like he was in a mood to kill. Mateo winced, not saying a word, not another plea as he shuddered. 

  "Don't f*****g try, ever.", he whispered, dangerously close to his face. Mateo didn't know what was he referring to? What should he not try? nevertheless, the boy nodded, batting his long eyelashes as tears trickled down, his face scrunched in pain and unsaid regrets.  Allessandro did notice the blood gushing out, he did notice the fear on his face, he did notice how much painful it must have been as the boy trembled in his arms but he clinched on not caring, for now as he dragged him down the hall, making Mateo realize he had changed the ways. they were heading somewhere else............. 

   Allessandro had never been to this compartment of the mansion ever, simply because he never got a chance to, he never had a business here so as soon as he took the final turn and saw a guard approaching him, he stopped. 

  "S-sir... this area is restricted-", the guy delivered but who was he telling the heir around?

  "Get out of my way", he hissed and although the guard hesitated for a while, he moved aside and followed  Allessandro into the hall. The moonlight barely existed there, although it was open, there were many cellars there and each had a dark aura, with grills blocking the access of anyone to the outerworld. From what  Allessandro knew, this place had 3 entrances, all guarded and the grills, they were charged and current flowed through them every now and then in order to restrain any escape from happening. None of the prisoners could be seen but Mateo knew there were many. Then it hit him........... Was he going to be thrown in one? He shook the visible tears away, complying to follow his husband all the way to the corner of the poorly-lit hall where there were 3 rooms, the only rooms with no grills but a metal door, so no one could see the outside world, at all, if they were to be locked in there.  Allessandro pulled out his thumb and scanned himself before harshly pushing Mateo inside the metal door as it automatically unlocked. "f*****g rot." 

  Mateo stumbled onto the cemented floor as the door shut behind him. This shouldn't be happening, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. The frail boy patted the ground to feel any source of comfort but he found none, he couldn't see a thing and his wound started to hurt even worse. Feeling his way to a wall, Mateo pressed a shoulder against it and sobbed, tears not coming to a halt anytime soon. He rubbed his own cold shoulders for comfort, crying. 

  "I want........to go..home!", he hiccupped, weeping. Rubbing his puffy eyes every now and then along with the little trace of blood that was nowhere near closure. "Ma............", he called, mewling but there was no answer, it was pin drop silence and nothing could be heard or seen. He was weak from the pain as he felt himself getting dizzier by every second ticking by. "Hermana was the last thing which he mumbled, hiccuping before losing consciousness. 

  "Mateeeeeooooooooo"