Chapter 28(part 2)

MATTEO'S POV~


"What do you mean by..." he cut me off. "It's none of your business. Just find the fucking device first" He stated waving me off. One minute I was seated and the next, I was in front of him holding onto his shirt and tie.



"What did you fucking mean by that statement? And who are they?" I fumed angrily, bringing him closer to me. He just pushed me back, pulling my hands off him.



"If you want to know then find the fucking device. Trust me I too have lots of questions but every single answer to all of those questions is contained in that device" he stepped back and fixed his jacket and tie before continuing.



"There's no need for any of us to threaten anyone at this point, we need each other more than we know. Especially now that we have no idea what we are up against or even who?" He finished, shrugging.



" How do I know I can trust you?" I asked, giving him a perplexed glance. His expression immediately morphed into a grin.



"Me?" He asked pointing to himself

"It's your choice whatever you choose to do, though I wouldn't advise you to trust me," he smirked before stepping back to drag back the seat he had earlier pushed away.



"Now let's get to business" he smiled, taking his seat and gesturing for me to return to mine.



"What's the plan?" I asked taking a seat. I hadn't yet made up my mind about whether or not I was going to join him but I was going to hear him out anyway. Not because I believed her, my mom didn't leave me but because I wanted to prove to him that she did leave me. No one coerces her to.



"I don't know," he shrugged. "I was hoping you already had a plan. I mean we can't do anything until the device is in our hands" I eyed him warily. If he was going to work with me then he is going to do a better job at convincing me.



"Humour me, What transpired that night at the club?" I asked leaning forward.



"What nightclub?" He asked, confused.

"The nightclub in which you scheduled the meeting for the device exchange, remember?"



"What are you saying, man? What nightclub?" His expression hinted at nothing but confusion.

If he really knows nothing about it then that means something is definitely wrong now. I don't know why, but it seems my suspicions have been confirmed.



"So let's get this right. If you didn't know about the meeting. Who then scheduled it? Because from what I know, the Russians. Meaning you guys were involved" I pointed out.



"How many families do you think we have in Russia? It could have been any of them." He had a point there.



"Okay. So let me get this straight, you weren't in any way informed about the meeting meaning you don't have the device. So who now has it?" I felt like there was more to this than we are making out. If what he said about the device was true then we really need to find it before whatever info contained in it gets into the wrong hands.



"I have no clue but if I pull up some pictures will you be able to point them out?" He said going through his phone "I don't have much here but I can tell someone to send more through email."



" I can't," I responded quietly.



" Uhhh..." he eyed me suspiciously.



"What do you mean by you can't? You can't or you won't?"



"No, I can't because I wasn't at the club that day." I watched as his expression turned sore.



"You mean you didn't attend the meeting?" I nodded stiffly. "Fuck! Fuck!" He exclaimed holding his head "How could you be so fucking careless Castello? That meeting was fucking important how couldn't you attend it?"



"Well, mostly because it's not any of my business. Besides if it were up to me I wouldn't be seen anywhere new you Russian, but my dad wants to keep with our both families even though it's basically nonexistent."



"And now look where your fucking ego has landed us, I don't think you understand any of this. The information contained in the device doesn't involve only me or you. It involves the entire mafia. And maybe if for once, you get your fucking egoistic head out of your ass, you would see how crucial this situation is." He deadpanned.



"One, don't fucking speak to me like that," I warned



"And two, how is it any of my business when you haven't given me any fucking clue off what's in that device," I shouted back at him. "Maybe if you start talking, then more work would be done to solve the issue. But no, you have decided to not say anything and have chosen silence. So, remain mute. By the time whatever it is gets even worse you would be forced to reveal it all and believe me when I say I wouldn't be caught anywhere listening to you and giving you my time like this again."



"You think if I know what's contained there I wouldn't say something?" He scoffed.



"Then fucking say something, don't leave me in the dark, and still expect me to follow you blindly."



"This has always been the problem with you, you never trust or even listen to people's opinions but you expect everyone to be at your beck and call like you are a fucking diety or something. Fucking grow up Castello and know that the world doesn't revolve around you!" He exclaimed furiously.



"Try saying that again..." I didn't get to finish before he cut me off.



"FUCKING GROW UP!" he spat out to my face making sure to draw out each word. "You always make it sound like I'm a kid when you are clearly a baby..." he didn't get to finish what he had to say before my fist collided with his right cheek. I pulled him up from the chair and landed another one on the same cheek and he stumbled back. I watched as he groaned in pain, lifting his head and wiping out the blood that had dripped down his cheek.



"I would have thought that you would be able to pack a better punch with all those muscles you have built over the years. Turns out you still hit like a girl" I raised my fist to hit him again but was interrupted by the slamming of the door against the wall.



"Fuck, man!" Mikhail said from the door Hazel stood behind him peeking through his back to look into the room.



"Can't you two just fucking be in a room together without causing mayhem?" He pocketed his hands, taking careful steps towards us while Hazel followed closely behind him with an alarmed look. I watched as her eyes scanned my face before resting on the fist that was still pulled up to punch Dimitri. She didn't say a word, only clearing her throat and looking over to Dimitri who sent her a smile licking his bloodied lip.



"Nice of you to join us, Princess," her face squeezed into a cute frown. Although, She didn't utter a word I could tell she wasn't happy with me from her expression.



"You need to get that cleaned off." She nodded to my bloody knuckles to which I shrugged. The blood on my hands wasn't mine, it was Markov's.



"What? You hurt me, princess," the idiot exclaimed bringing a hand to his chest.



"Here I am, wounded and bloody yet all you care about is some stupid blood on his knuckles?" He scoffed cheekily giving me a side glance which made me even want to punch him more. As if Mikhail sensed my annoyance he decided to cut in at that moment separating the both of us.