The Gangster's Toy

Monster

  "Tell me how you ended up in my bed," Alessandro voiced out after watching Mateo stuff his face with chicken. On the sudden question, the delicate sticks stopped in between his void, holding a small bite of chicken as his eyes ascended towards his husband. His dark orbs fixed on his small face, indicating Mateo to lower the bite, gulping and replying him. 

  "The guard....he...he returned with your father", He began with shaky voice, subconscious about one wrong word and he might make the older lash out on him with venom spewed words or worse...torture. "He said...I'm not allowed in that...section. It's for prisoners......," Alessandro narrowed his eyes for split seconds before scooting on the bed on the other end. "I .... told him, it was a punishment....", Mateo trembled, trying in vain to convince his husband that he had tried to not get out.... endeavoured his entire existence into resisting the change in position by his father but he had lost over him, just like he had lost Alessandro's trust when he felt the heated gaze piercing his soul. Although untouching, harmful from a distance but leaving internal scars. Mateo felt himself whimper at the contact as he went on, trying to coo the beast inside Alessandro. "I....I really did.. b-but they didn't listen..... I promise I did-"

  "Go on", Alessandro scoffed. 

  "They treated my wounds and..... I don't remember.....I.. I think I passed out from....pain...I'm sorry", A sob left Mateo's shuddering soul as he lowered his gaze, stabbing the piece of chicken with the fork, mustering up the urge to cry out. He sensed the heir sigh, pushing out the layer of anger coating his words previously just before his phone went off and the heir attending to it as he got up to walk to the corner of the room. Taking this opportunity to finish his late night meal , Mateo dipped his head once again to engulf the delicious looking meal resting on a small table above his lap. 

  "What the f**k do you want? It's f*****g 3 in the morning, Pert", Alessandro hissed into the phone, waiting for an answer from the other person. "WHAT?!", The older male exclaimed, turning over to look at the now horror-struck Mateo, ogling his eyes at him, scared. He studied the petite form, almost leaving a shudder when he squinted his eyes at the younger male and continued mouthing words. "Uh.. if that's true then..two birds with one stone, we hit a jackpot huh?", A grave laugh bubbled up his throat, spreading a sly smirk onto his thin lips, conveying the somewhat unknown evil message towards the younger male, who hardly gulped down the last bite. "Good job. I'll be there...with him", Him? D-does he mean...me? Mateo blinked, perplexed, putting the rim of the coffee cup to his plump lips, his eyes leaving the heir's for a twinkling before settling back at them. "Just give me half an hour....okay then, Bye", with that he hung up, springing his feet to shuffle towards the younger's petite form. He extended his arm and pulled the coffee cup from his hands, almost choking him, then proceeded onto displacing the little table with a tug at his frail wrist. "Get up, Jose Wuss. Let's see how much of a 'strategist' you are." 

  How........how did he know? 

  "There are three possible turns the gang will make if we deduct the possibilities of them taking the route of the forest... I highly doubt that they will, with darkness around them.... after all, it's still prettty late..", Mateo began, delivering his strategy to corner the 'possible' gang they were up against. He was told that they meant good business with him, that they had tricked the Lorenzos multiple times with their sweet trickery and now it was time for them to get a pay back. As much as Mateo despised the idea of catching them off-guard, just like he did before, he internally disliked how it brought him stress to ever want to think about possibilities and calculating the opponent's moves in his mind. He had previously decided, sworn that he would never take part in cornering people he knew nothing about back in Jose mansion and he was given the freedom of doing so... but here, did he really think his stubbornness would do him any good? He knew for a fact that resisting the call would only end him up into worse case scenarios. Mateo was still not up for losing his kind demeanour in result of a fated end in case of betraying his husband. He was terrified. 

  "Yes, and?", Alessandro was watching him, eyes narrowed, a devious smile imprinted on his lips as he elbowed the arm rest of his car buzzing lifelessly on the road. His dark orbs never leaving his wife's frail form, his fragile fingers around his phone as a map danced around the screen, marking their location. It was shocking to Mateo that Lorenzos were this advanced with technology, he couldn't make out how the gang would have fit the tracker onto the opponent's vehicle but he knew it required brains and they surely had them, many of them. Joses were a bit behind in technology despite being good at combat, that, Mateo knew, he couldn't restrain himself of comparing his gang, a rising one, to the already top-of-the-list one. Lorenzos were a lot in number with overflowing technological advancements every now and then, while Lees were a small group of people, yet qualified combat pros and...well unpredictable strategists like himself.. 

  Mateo brushed his finger tip on the screen, moving the map for any loop-holes in his strategy before he nodded to himself and went on. "Once our group meets the gang at point A, start the trail and push them over to turning paths towards the hill-top, there, we can corner them....", He hated himself as much as he despised putting forward the plan, a plan that could bring someone's death but Alessandro had promised him that no one would be harmed... but then again, did the heir really mean it? The fearful Lorenzo known as the bloodlusting monster ever uttered promises? Besides, were there even trusted ones? Did he ever keep his promises? Mateo gulped, hearing gun-shots from a distance, his chest tightened against his ribs, a lump beginning to form in his throat. Was it really happening? Again? Will he once again be the root of the entire m******e? 

  Their car came to a screeching halt, along with multiple jeeps loaded with gunmen and other people from the gang. Alessandro slid his hand onto Mateo's lap, surprising him as he looked towards his side. "Get out", he ordered, pulling out his gun from it's case and stroking it in his palm. Mateo gulped before pulling the lock and dangling one foot out. "Here, take this. Things might get ugly here. Not like you know how to use it but just in case". Alessandro taunted, smirking as he threw a gun at Mateo, who shakingly took it in his frail hand and stepped out of the car completely, getting greeted with a very unfamiliar atmosphere. 

  It was pitch dark, just a few lights dimly illuminating the horrifying scene before him.... it was the hill he talked about... they really followed his strategy, and it was a success. If it was not for the guilt tugging at his insides, he would have jumped in joy after succeeding in the first go of putting up a trap for his opponent...after so long. Also, it had been a while since he last held the cold metal weapon in his hands, he tossed and turned it in his palm, to stare down the familiar model. 9mm pistol. It was supposed to be a cheap combat weapon but even the valueless handgun felt so valuable when it came from a Lorenzo himself. Making Mateo think if he pulled out this new looking pistol just for Mateo, for Mateo's safety.. he felt his stomach twist in an unusual knot, blood rushing to paint his cheeks. Staying there for a few seconds before it drained out when he saw the figure on the opposite side making his way out of the unlucky vehicle. 

  D-Dad...................................?