Nobody to Somebody

Chapter 33

Matteo's P.O.V
Don't people know that it is fucking rude to disturb someone when they are fucking busy. I love it when Kyla is submissive. She hangs on to each and every little thing I say.

"Yes, mother." I almost snapped, rubbing my temples. My mother's petite size stepped towards me, and she inhaled my scent.

"You smell just like the ragazza." She said with her cold tone. "So?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes.

"Matteo. Please do not tell me that you actually like her." My mother sighed as she led me to the kitchen and poured us both a drink.

Her cold blue eyes bored into mine. It felt as if we were staring at each other for ages. My mother's gaze intensified, and I tore mine away from her. It was like maleficent's green eye stare. It was too intense.

"You do like her." My mother said as she took a sip of her drink. "Mother. What did you call me here for?" I gritted out.

"There is no need to call me mother. Just call me mom." She said, and even if she said it in the sweetest possible way. I could never call her that. She acts like a mother, not a mom.

"Madre, non ti chiamerò mai così. Una mamma si preoccupa proprio come zia Gloria. Merita di essere chiamata mamma." I said, leaning on to the table.

Translation: Mother, I will never call you that. A mom cares just like Aunt Gloria. She deserves being called a mom.

"Non usare quel tono con me, giovanotto." She snarled, and I audibly scoffed. The irony and the hypocrisy that this woman has is simply too much.

Translation: You will not use that tone with me, young man.

"Non puoi scegliere chi sposerò ma lo hai fatto comunque." I bent down to her height as I whispered lowly.

Translation: You do not get to choose who I marry, but you did it anyway.

"Matteo. Stop acting like a fucking child. You are going to turn 21 in a few months. A fully fledged adult, and you still act like a child." My uncle entered himself into the conversation. The last time I checked, I was the mafia leader, not him.

"Just tell me why I'm here when I could've been -" I said, but I was cut off.

"Fucking?" My uncle heartlessly said and I gave him a glare. He was not wrong, neither was he right. With Kyla, there is no way of knowing.

"Blake tracked the guy who was on the run with the diazepam and flunitrazepam." My uncle said and I was the tiniest bit excited to see how I'd end him. I'm fucked up in the head when I'm actually looking forward to someone who has wronged me. I forgot to tell Kyla the other reason I'm here, which is not about that. A guy, but there is another who I'm looking for, who thought it would be smart to steal from us.

Those drugs are to make someone lose their memory. In these cases, those drugs are used to make people forget if, in an event, we had to shoot someone at a public place, which is not very often. You just inhale them, and you're out.

"Are we supposed to go now?" I asked, and my uncle shook his head.

"He is supposed to arrive by one of the districts next to the carnival taking place tomorrow so we could get him there." That plan was perfect. I could take Kyla to the carnival because she always wanted to go, and I could also get that guy.

I went back upstairs, but before I took another step, I heard my uncle saying these words,"We need to get rid of Kyla. She is ruining our plans." I nearly chuckled audibly.

The only time they could successfully end her is over my dead body. They might be older than me, but they are not smarter than me. It seems as though I took the philosophy within my grandfather, Salvatore De Luca.