6. Matteo
Chapter 6
Matteo
Matteo shut the passenger door of his car and walked round to the driver’s side. Knowing that his intended target was alive and well in the front of his vintage Porsche was a feeling that Matteo had never experienced before – and that was putting it mildly.
What the hell have I done?
Unless I play this perfectly, I’m dead.
This damn boy better be worth it…
Matteo had known from the second that he saw Kyan in the park that there was no way on earth he was going to follow Alphonso’s orders and kill him. Each and every bone in Matteo’s body knew it would have been wrong to take an innocent young life. Sure, he was a killer. But Matteo only ever killed with honor – and there would have been absolutely nothing honorable in killing Kyan. The fact that Kyan just so happened to be drop dead gorgeous was a side issue, and so too was the sight of his stuffie’s ears poking out from the top of his colorful backpack.
He might have been a Daddy, and it certainly looked like Kyan was a Little, but Matteo’s reasoning for going against the code and disobeying his boss was truly down to his personal ethics.
‘Why?’ Kyan asked, looking across nervously from the passenger seat as Matteo got in and took his place behind the wheel. ‘Why save me ?’
‘Because…’ Matteo said, suddenly unsure as to how much information to give Kyan. This was a highly dangerous situation, and Matteo knew nothing about the boy. For all Matteo knew, Kyan was liable to make a run for it and tell the cops everything he knew. But Matteo knew that he needed to at least make an attempt to explain. ‘Because you’re innocent. And I don’t kill innocent people.’
Kyan attempted a nervous laugh but ended up coughing. Had the situation not been quite so serious, Matteo might even have found the moment cute. However the reality of what was going on was that Kyan was his intended kill, he was still alive, and he was sitting in Matteo’s car.
It was time to get the hell out there.
It was time to drive across the city and take refuge in Matteo’s townhouse.
And if Matteo happened to come up with a plan along the way, then all the better…
‘Wow, this place is… nice,’ Kyan said, nervously looking around the grand entrance hall of Matteo’s gothic townhouse. ‘It’s… enormous. I guess being a hitman is a big money deal?’
‘Right,’ Matteo said, arching his eyebrow and feeling a little taken aback by Kyan’s somewhat sassy remark. ‘First things first. Let me show you up to your room. Don’t worry, this place is highly secure. Very few people know where I live. I don’t get visitors. And as far as my employer is concerned, I’m working on finishing the job today. So as long as we get moving, there’s nothing to worry about in the immediate future. Well, not much. Follow me.’
Matteo began to walk up the mahogany staircase and Kyan quickly joined him. The old, winding staircase was wide enough for the two of them to walk side by side, and Matteo felt a rush of adrenalin as Kyan’s hand brushed up against his as they rounded the final corner that brought them to the fourth floor.
‘Here,’ Matteo said, opening the door to the large, top floor attic bedroom. ‘It’s not exactly The Four Seasons, but I think it will do for now.’
‘No, it’s nice,’ Kyan said, his words sounding suspiciously like flattery as he walked over toward the bed and placed his backpack down. ‘I mean… it could do with some color, maybe.’
‘Ha. Yeah. Well let’s just say my interior design skills aren’t what they used to be,’ Matteo said, looking around at the whitewashed walls and bare floorboards. ‘But there’s a nice view out of the window at least. On the right night, you get a great view out onto the city.’
‘I’ll bear that in mind,’ Kyan said. ‘Is it okay if I just have a minute?’
‘No problem,’ Matteo answered, his mind running through various options for how on earth he was going to resolve this mess. ‘But please, keep phone contact to a minimum. And absolutely no social media activity. Okay?’
‘Okay,’ Kyan said.
With that, Matteo stepped out of the room and shut the door behind him. This wasn’t going to be an easy fix. In fact, Matteo was already beginning to wonder what he was going to do for his next move.
Alphonso Fendi would want confirmation that the kill had been successful.
And not only that, Matteo knew that he had to think of a way of getting Kyan as far away from the city as possible. It wasn’t just Kyan’s life that was resting on this being a success either. If Alphonso even suspected that Matteo was lying to him about the kill, then both he and Kyan would be dead meat.
‘Damn it. I need to text the guys,’ Matteo muttered as he stood on the upper floor landing. ‘I guess drinks tonight just isn’t going to happen.’
With that, Matteo took his phone out and fired off a quick message.
MATTEO: Faustino, Michael… sorry to disappoint you both but tonight’s not happening. I’m completing a job and it’s going to require a little more work than I’d anticipated to do it right. We’ll talk tomorrow.
Matteo felt pretty certain that his phone activity wasn’t being monitored by one of the senior spies in the family, but didn’t like to leave things to chance wherever possible. By sending a message to Faustino and Michael and implying that all was progressing with the assassination as planned, it would give him an extra layer of defense should any suspicions arise further down the line.
For now though, all Matteo knew was that he had a scared boy in his attic bedroom. And while he might not have actually been Kyan’s Daddy, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t use his Daddy instincts to at least make him feel a little bit safer…
‘Boy, I’m making you a warm milk,’ Matteo called out. ‘I’ll be back upstairs in five minutes. We’ve got some things to talk about.’
It was 2:00AM and both Matteo and Kyan were just about done. It was far from orthodox, and certainly not something that Matteo had ever contemplated before. But desperate times called for desperate measures…
‘Angle your head away. To the left. That’s it,’ Matteo said, watching as Kyan turned and faced the trash can. ‘Jeez. I hope this works.’
‘Don’t worry, I was in theater club at high school,’ Kyan said, once more showing an uncanny ability to find the humor in the strangest of moments. ‘I think my performance as Dead Body #1 is deserving of an Oscar!’
Matteo shook his head but couldn’t resist a little smile.
He watched as Kyan contorted his body, turned his face away from the camera, and lay still. The floor might have been cold and wet, and the rain was starting to fall even harder, but Kyan’s commitment to being the best dead body he could be was pretty damned admirable.
‘Okay, I think we’ve got it,’ Matteo said. ‘Now let’s get our asses back inside and get you all warm and dry. The last thing we need is going to all this effort and a curious passerby wondering what the hell I’m doing. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.’
‘Sure thing,’ Kyan said, a hint of sass in his voice that made Matteo bristle. ‘You must be the most respectable hitman in all of the city…’
‘Enough,’ Matteo growled. ‘Get up and let’s get out of here.’
After the short walk back to Matteo’s house, Matteo shut the double oak door behind him and made sure to bolt it at the top, bottom, and activate the infrared security too. Matteo wasn’t going to leave any stone unturned – which was always his approach to home security even at the best of times, but on this night it felt even more vital.
‘You can use the shower upstairs,’ Matteo said. ‘There will be some spare towels, pajamas, and a robe in the cupboard too. Take your pick. It won’t be your size, but you’re not in a position to be too choosy.’
‘But what about tomorrow?’ Kyan asked, his eyes widening as he watched Matteo remove his jacket and stand there in his damp white shirt.
‘Tomorrow is another day,’ Matteo said. ‘We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. For now, all that matters is that I have proof of your death. Where we take it next is a question that I’ll think over tonight.’
Kyan nodded. While it wasn’t exactly clear whether or not he was fully on board with Matteo’s admittedly vague plan, he did at least seem to be able to handle the situation – which was far more than Matteo might have expected from someone so young and seemingly innocent.
With that, Matteo ventured down the stairs and made his way into the study. He might have a long night ahead of him. The very idea of trying to get some sleep seemed remote, and there was still the fact that he needed to inform Alphonso that the job was done.
‘No time like the present,’ Matteo said, pouring himself a glass of whisky and then shutting the study door behind him.
MATTEO: Work completed. A successful project. Nothing to report. Photo receipt available on request. Thank you for your custom.
Matteo shook his head and hit send on the semi-coded message. This was the first time that Matteo had company at his house in a long time. And yet here he was, just like most evenings, locked away in his study with a whisky in his hand and nothing to do but sit down in his vintage armchair and stare at the walls.
‘He’s cute…’ Matteo said under his breath, his mind drifting to how slender and sexy Kyan was when in reality he knew he should be thinking about how he was going to get them both out of their predicament. ‘That smile. That damn stuffie. And that ass…’
The silence in the house was punctuated by the sound of the shower directly above the study. And it wasn’t long before Matteo’s cock was stiffening to what exactly Kyan would look like as he stood naked underneath his shower’s antique Victorian showerhead.
The very idea of Kyan’s slim but athletic pecs, stomach, and no doubt perfectly pink nipples being heated up by the water was enough to make Matteo unbuckle his belt and slide his trousers and black boxer-briefs down toward his knees.
‘This is fucked up,’ Matteo muttered. ‘I could have killed him. Maybe I should have just done the damn thing…’
But as the sound of the shower continued to make its way into the study, Matteo soon found his hand gripping onto his now rock-hard dick. In different circumstances, Matteo would have stood up and rushed up the stairs and burst into the bathroom and made Kyan his right there and then.
However that thought would have to remain a fantasy.
In a different reality this could all be so different. Even though it hadn’t been discussed, Kyan was clearly a Little. And having let the D-word slip upon their first meeting, Matteo had made things perfectly clear as to where he stood.
If only.
If only things were different.
The things I would do to you, boy…
As Matteo continued to pleasure himself to images of Kyan’s soapy body, wet ass, and slender thighs, he simply closed his eyes and allowed himself to forget all about the problems and pitfalls that could soon be hurtling his way.
The boy had already got Matteo in more trouble than he could ever have imagined.
What was a little bit of self-indulgence to make up for it?
Now was the time for Matteo to let his mind run free. Real life could wait until the morning…