The Gangster's Toy

Uncertainty

Chapter 4

  Mateo stood infront of the big wardrobe, scanning the heir's collection of clothes. As much as he hated to wear his clothes, he had no other choice now that his shirt was stained, dirty and a proof of his negligence towards the Lorenzos. His long fingers shuffled through the hanger of clothes as they came to a halt and settled around a black long-sleeved T-shirt with an anonymous logo imprinted on it and white shorts, which were obviously not at all 'short' for Mateo. The boy, fully-dressed made his way out, ignoring the casual stinging at his chest. He took a few turns before he was greeted by the little gloomy kid who lightened up as soon as he saw him. Mateo gulped, he shouldn't grow close to this kid, he knew it, but he didn't know what to do. 

  "Big brother!" The kid hugged his legs as Mateo awkwardly patted his head, internally wanting to squish the kid and swing him around. 

  "Hey Rhett... umm.. big brother has some work to-" Mateo started but was cut  off.

  "I know you have no work! Uncle told me not to talk to you so you're scared of him!" The kid looked annoyed but Mateo had no other choice but to lie. After all, he still had hope left in him. 

  "N-no.... I really have work to do. I have to wash his clothes and then make him coff-"

  "No! You're lying like everyone! Fine, don't!" He cried out as he ran away, Mateo followed him with hurried steps but before he could reach for the boy, a hand held his wrist. Mateo's eyes met the older heir's. 

  "Seems like my son has grown close to you in a day huh", Marcelo chuckled, letting go off his wrist. The confused look Mateo gave him made him chuckle even more. "I wasn't wrong when I told Ma you were pretty cute", pursing his lips, Marcelo's eyebrows furrowed as the Lorenzo stepped dangerously close, him stepping away ever so slightly. "You're just the kind of mother he needs". Mateo's eyes widened as a figure appeared behind Marcelo, made him look at him and punched him in the face. He looked at Allessandro and anger reflected from his face towards his own brother.

  Why is he getting so worked up about this, I am not Natalia’s hermana?