The Gangster's Toy

Senseless Punishment

"What the f**k?!"

   Allessandro's father had demanded him right after he was done settling up   Tiffany's last press conference with the media before she went on a year's 'hiatus' to erase any kind of possible suspicion. Routes were cleared and she was shifted back and forth between her house and Lorenzo Mansion to ensure her trustworthiness and the belongings she needed to reside in the mansion completely, for the next 8 months and 2 weeks, or so. The day was exhausting for both the Lorenzos and Tiffany who had near to no family in Korea to look after her or care for her well-being while she was gone. It pissed  Allessandro off that after a whole day of exertion for absolutely nothing and he was not allowed to have the mere pleasure he now wanted: A bar. Lorenzo Dimitri furrowed his eyebrows at his son's exclamation, looking like he might pull apart the skin around his temples from straining too much. He was discontent by Allessandro's constant irresponsibility and he knew he had to take actions. 

  "Why the f**k not?!", clearly, the heir was not taught manners as he rose his voice before his father who continued eyeing him, to eye f*****g sense into him. All he had been through and made other people suffer through and he was still at the point where he started, still stubborn. "What do you mean I can't go to a bar?! I have my f*****g needs-!" He protested, feeling the guns pointing at his back by the guards to mask any kind of misbehaviour. 

  "You can't, and that's all I have to say. It does not take rocket-science to know why, Lorenzo  Allessandro". The older Lorenzo turned on his feet, taking non-hesitant steps close to the exit. The heir hollered again, bringing his steps to a halt. 

  "Why do I have to be condemned?! You very well know I can't control it! Bring me Natalia and I'll stop going to bars but for now, don't even talk about it!" 

  "Lorenzo  Allessandro! I am tired of your bullshit!! Behave for once!", Very well for a criminal to be telling his son to behave. Lorenzo stood there like rock, not moving a muscle, expecting his younger son to retort and spew curses at him but when he didn't hear a coo, he turned and saw the deadly look in his eyes. He had pushed him over his edge and he did not fear a thing. "Use what you have. Utilize your resources." 

   Allessandro didn't understand what his father meant by that and he didn't stop his retreating back for answers, with every step his father took out of the spacious door, he was one inch closer to snapping at him. He pulled his restraints at heart and tattooed on the spot for what felt like hours for him, the pregnant silence in the room greeting him almost immediately as his eyes averted from spots of the room, searching for answers unconsciously.

  The heir felt a ping in his heart when upon taking a step out of the room, he was welcomed with ink.....Ink-gun. He shut his eyes to prevent the deep blue liquid form seeping into his eyes, guessing immediately whose mischief it was. Lorenzo Rhett. His face lit up at the thought of the kid and he felt the smile getting wider when he saw the small body gaping up at him with big brown eyes, a devilish smile on his lips. With the hurry of events, he had forgotten to breathe normally and just the mere figure made his heart leap into his mouth. His nephew was so cute and he couldn't help it. 

  "Uncle  Allessandro!! You look like you were made out of blue paint! You look so funny!", The kid giggled, wrapping his petite form around his uncle's tall legs.  Allessandro scooped up the kid and walked on, completely ignoring the slight irritation on his skin due to the ink. 

  "Did you eat?",  Allessandro peeped over his shoulder to look at the boy who pouted, shaking his head. He sighed, he was used to it, finding out that no one had fed him unless he asked them to. It was as if no one was free enough to see if humans living in this house ever ate properly or not. He did, for sure. Before Mateo was there, his mother made sure he ate, even if she forgot her own meal but after hurried changes in their lives, food was long forgotten unless a snickering scent landed on their scent-receptor. The solution to his nephew's problem was one step away, he knew just the right person for the job, who would gladly take the opportunity and by now, he was sure, would fulfill it perfectly....just like he did his own.

  The boy worked, with blinding efforts in the kitchen before where they stood, he seemed to be making  Allessandro's dinner, his last responsibility before he called it a day off.  Allessandro remembered him doing the laundry just a few minutes before walking into his father's room and before that, dusting the shelves coughing and covering his mouth- Who made him do that? I didn't ask him that, he's asthmatic. He knew the boy had done more than his sight saw when he saw the paleness on his face, he looked sick. Jose Mateo looked worn out. 

  "Make dinner for Rhett too.", He ordered from behind, making the younger jump as he held onto the wooden spoon, a grain away from splashing oil all over himself. Rhett grinned at the sight of his favourite person in the house, expecting the angelic grin from the boy but he just turned around, panting and nodded, his eyes didn't even look his way. 

  "Big brother.....", He called, the little kid knew he had acted bad these few days to his big brother and he was sorry for that, he missed his big brother as much he knew his big brother missed him. They were together for just a day and the kid had already gotten more attached to him than he was to his own father. The older male, jumped at the call, once again as he turned, catching eyes of the kid's uncle too.  Allessandro stared at the boy in his arms, trying to make sense about why the boy sounded so sad and above everything why was the boy calling for him even, hadn't he warned him not to? 

  "Oh.. Hello Rhett!", Mateo's exhausted face lit up in an unusually attractive way, as he struggled with his flour coated hands to suppress the urge to pinch his cheeks.  Allessandro watched him closely, paying attention to his every move. The frail boy wiped the back of his hand with his apron and brushed it over the kid's chubby, the smile never leaving his lips. "Uh...sorry, I have flour on my hand-" He stopped, feeling the heated gaze from his husband on him, he looked at him from the corner of his eyes, pausing at the smile before he retrieved the hand, making the smile on both their faces grow invisible. "S-sorry..", The younger male quickly bowed and set back to work, earning a frown from the kid. 

  "Uncle I want to play with him!"

  "He's working.",  Allessandro plainly replied, turning to leave the kitchen to his wife.

  "But he's always working! It's break time for him!", The boy whined and wiggled in his grip, in order to fall loose.

  "Rhett, let's go. He is making our dinner."

  "Fine! Then he'll have dinner with us!", The boy protested, crossing his arms over his chest as he puffed his cheeks.  Allessandro sighed, a dinner with them can't hurt, can it? He nodded, earning a kiss on the cheek by his nephew in reward on which he couldn't help but beam. 

  Being the egoistic one, he was well-aware he had forbidden Mateo to any kind of socialisation with his family members, knowing it brought him nothing but loneliness. Now that Tiffany was here too, he should be able to loosen the rules on him, right? But he didn't. Mateo was still not allowed to have little conversations with the servants even, unless, unless they were acts. The poor boy had obliged by the rules so far and stayed out of trouble for most but it didn't stop Lorenzo  Allessandro from despising him. The Jose followed all his rules without a coo, no plea, no cries, no objection, he was just like he wanted him to be. Obedient. 

  Then it hit him. 

  'Use what you have. Utilize your resources'.