8. Matteo
Chapter 8
Matteo
The boy was back at home. Matteo felt like he could trust Kyan enough to leave the young man by himself at his place. Sure, there was the possibility that he might try and snoop around, but Matteo kept nothing even remotely incriminating regarding his life and business interests at home and hadn’t done for many years.
But as he walked the busy streets, Matteo couldn’t help but wonder precisely what Kyan might be doing back at his house. He was a Little after all, and Littles would often find a way of getting themselves in trouble.
He better not go into my gallery room.
I told him that was out of bounds.
I don’t want to regret keeping him alive…
Matteo allowed himself a wry smile. Of course there was no chance he would ever want Kyan dead now. But there certainly would need to be consequences if Kyan ventured into the one room that Matteo had banned him from entering.
Over the years, Matteo had taken an increasingly passionate interest in the art world. And with an increasingly high disposable income, Matteo had taken to collecting the most interesting and often expensive art that piqued his curiosity.
Whether it was abstract pieces or more traditional portraits, Matteo had developed a keen eye and would love nothing more than going to the city’s most Avant Garde galleries and new exhibitions. And with his large townhouse to fill, Matteo had allocated one of the large downstairs living rooms as his unofficial art gallery.
‘Maybe I’ll show him around later…’ Matteo mused as he wondered whether Kyan might in fact enjoy being given a little tour of his collected pieces of fine art.
However Matteo knew that now wasn’t necessarily the time to be imagining what he and Kyan could do together. There was far more serious business to handle first. And after having given it some serious thought, Matteo knew that a problem shared would be a problem solved… or so he hoped.
‘Good morning, cousins,’ Matteo said, stepping into the downtown diner and seeing both Faustino and Michael were already at the window booth nearest the front entrance. ‘I know, I know, it’s not our usual kind of hangout.’
‘Hey, I’m not complaining,’ Michael laughed. ‘I’ve already ordered the triple-XL breakfast.’
‘And this coffee ain’t half bad either,’ Faustino added, taking a big gulp of his jet-black coffee. ‘But this meeting isn’t about trying out new food and drink spots in the city, is it?’
Matteo nodded in acknowledgement of Faustino’s comment.
Whenever any one of the three of them needed to talk about a sensitive matter, it was always the unspoken agreement that they would meet at somewhere that was outside their usual hangouts. Aside from the fact that they would be away from other men in the business, it also meant that they would be far less likely to be spotted or overheard by any potential street spies.
Alphonso Fendi was an intensely paranoid and controlling boss and had run a complex and far-reaching network of spies, rats, and informers for many years. Perhaps this was how Alphonso had managed to stay on top for so long, but as far as Matteo was concerned it was also a reason for why so many good mafia men had died for no reason other than Alphonso’s paranoid mind.
‘Okay, there is a situation in play,’ Matteo said, his shoulders stiff from tension and the need for his triple espresso to arrive growing by the second. ‘You might want to strap in for this one, men. It’s not like anything we’ve dealt with before…’
Matteo’s espresso duly arrived, and he set about explaining the situation regarding Kyan, Alphonso, and his faked death scene. To say that Faustino and Michael were taken aback was something of an understatement.
‘Jesus, that’s heavy,’ Faustino said, reclining in his seat and shaking his head. ‘I’m not saying I don’t agree with what you did, but fuck… you’ve got yourself in a real tough spot.’
‘Rather you than me,’ Michael said, an ironic laugh following up his words. ‘But screw it. I’m with you. Whatever you need, I’m down to help. As always.’
‘Same for me, of course,’ Faustino continued. ‘You’re right too, Matteo. Something doesn’t add up. Why the hell would Alphonso want him killed? I mean, the real reason. Not some jumbled up bullshit. The truth is…’
‘Keep going,’ Matteo said, sensing that Faustino had a lot more to say.
‘Come on, we all know the truth,’ Faustino said, looking back and forth between Matteo and Michael. ‘The old man is on the way out. He’s been at the top for too long. We know how this works. Alphonso is way past his peak. And now he’s making crazy decisions. Does the family truly need this guy to lead them into war with the Pirlo clan?’
‘This is the kind of talk that could get us killed,’ Matteo said. ‘But I think we’re probably way beyond that stage. Well, I am at least.’
‘Us even having this meeting means that all three of us are in the firing line,’ Michael chuckled, his dark sense of humor never too far away. ‘We might as well go all the way on this. But you need to make the call, Matteo.’
Matteo knew that this was a big moment.
The reality of the situation was that keeping Kyan safe in the city was impossible. No amount of changing his identify or hiding him away would ever truly guarantee his safety. Alphonso might not accept the photo as proof, and even the slightest doubt in his mind might mean that Matteo would have spies on him for the foreseeable future.
No, the truth was that the only way to keep Kyan out of danger would be to take Alphonso out.
‘It’s agreed,’ Matteo said. ‘Alphonso has to go. We’ll only get one chance, and even then, we might not live to see the aftermath. But if we kill the king, then it will mean that Kyan’s life is no longer in danger.’
‘Death to the king,’ Michael said. ‘And here’s to a new leader, whoever he may be.’
‘Indeed,’ Faustino said. ‘The Fendi family must stay on top. This is business and personal too. It’s our time, men. A new Fendi power is rising.’
With that, the three men toasted their coffee and nodded solemnly.
There was no going back now.
What started as Matteo’s desire to keep an innocent boy safe from mortal peril had turned into something else altogether.
Whether Matteo would be the man to take the Fendi crown remained to be seen, but he knew one thing… life would never be the same again, and it was all down to one sassy, sweet, and perfectly pretty boy by the name of Kyan Coole.
With a clear, but nonetheless highly dangerous, plan in mind, Matteo headed straight back home after his meeting with Faustino and Michael.
Matteo hadn’t doubted for one moment that his two cousins would be ready and willing to help him, but equally he would have understood if this was one step too far. The truth of the matter was that plenty of people had tried and failed to go against Alphonso Fendi in the past – and not a single one of them had lived to tell the tale.
Alphonso might have been past his peak years, but that didn’t mean that disposing of him would be easy. Far from it, in fact. Alphonso had a loyal and lethal team of security who were well rewarded and knew that for as long as they looked after their boss, they would be living the good life.
Matteo readily accepted that getting to Alphonso wouldn’t be easy – and living to tell the tale would be even tougher. But the time was right. Even removing Kyan from the equation, Matteo sensed in his bones that this was the right thing to do.
It was a well-known wisdom in the Fendi family that toward the end of one boss’s reign, other senior men had to watch out for their lives. For all Matteo knew, his head might have been on the chopping block as Alphonso grew increasingly worried about losing his crown.
Matteo took a moment to compose himself as he stood outside his townhouse. He wasn’t sure how much of the plan he was going to reveal to Kyan, and instinctively felt like he should keep Kyan on a need to know basis when it came to the details.
‘Hello, Matteo,’ came the voice from next to him. ‘Have you got workmen in your house today?’
Matteo listened and heard loud banging coming from inside the house. He had told Kyan to keep noise to a minimum for fear of any suspicions being aroused. Fortunately for Matteo, it was only Mrs. Goldstein, and she had given him the perfect premade response too.
‘Good morning Mrs. Goldstein,’ Matteo replied, smiling at his middle-aged neighbor. ‘Yes, I’ve had some trouble with my heating. Nothing a couple of good men and some heavy lifting won’t solve. Have a nice day.’
‘You too, Matteo,’ Mrs. Goldstein replied, merrily continuing on her daily walk with her chihuahua.
Mrs. Goldstein may have been fooled, but Matteo was suddenly in no mood for fooling around himself. Kyan had gone against his word and put both of them in serious danger. There would need to be consequences, and they would need to be firm enough to make sure that this never, ever happened again.
But as Matteo unlocked the front door and stepped inside, he was met with something far worse than he’d imagined…
‘What… the… hell?’ Matteo barked, his anger bubbling so quickly it was in danger of boiling over before the front door was even shut.
‘I… um … I was bored,’ Kyan said, doing his best to look as innocent as he possibly could as he sat on a metal tray with larges piece of cardboard plastered down the stairs. ‘I made a slide. Want a turn?’
‘What I want is a God damned safeword ,’ Matteo growled, striding over toward Kyan with one thing and one thing only on his mind. ‘And just consider yourself lucky that it was only Mrs. Goldstein who could hear you outside and not some of Alphonso Fendi’s henchmen.’
‘W-w-w-what? Why do I need a safeword?’ Kyan asked, the guilty look in his eyes telling Matteo that the boy knew full well why he needed a safeword.
‘Because that butt of yours is getting a spanking it won’t forget in a hurry,’ Matteo roared, his anger in danger of boiling over. ‘Safeword. Now !’
‘Peach, peach, peach!’ Kyan said, his eyes wide and look of pure fear on his face. ‘My safeword is peach.’
Matteo wasted no time in taking Kyan by his shoulder and flipping him onto his front and laying him face down on the staircase’s thick carpet.
‘Shorts and underpants off,’ Matteo growled, taking total control and yanking down Kyan’s cute shorts and high-cut briefs to reveal two of the most adorably plump but petit butt cheeks he’d ever seen. ‘Now think about what you did and be grateful that your Daddy is such a good spanker.’
Kyan gripped onto the side rails of the carpet and waited for Matteo to bring down the first spank. The sight of his butt cheeks tensing together in readiness for the first thwack was a sight for sore eyes, and Matteo’s cock went from zero to one hundred at lightening speed.
But this wasn’t about sexual gratification.
This was about discipline – and teaching one very irresponsible and disobedient young man that Daddy’s rules were not to be ignored…
THWACK!
THWACK!
‘Naughty boys get spanked,’ Matteo said, watching as Kyan’s delicious cheeks reddened from the opening spanks. ‘You need to learn your lesson. And I’m the Daddy to do it.’
THWACK!
THWACK!
‘Daddy! Owwww !’ Kyan squealed, wriggling on the carpet and grinding his crotch into the stairs in a way that was a little too suspiciously like he was enjoying Matteo’s flat hand crashing down on his buttocks.
‘Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from,’ Matteo barked, wasting no time in continuing the punishment, landing spank after spank and making Kyan’s booty glow.
THWACK!
THWACK!
‘Now have you learned your lesson?’ Matteo asked, noting that Kyan’s wriggling had been replaced by a submissive and quiet acceptance of his discipline.
‘Yes, Matteo,’ Kyan said, his reply quiet and subdued. ‘I’ve learned my lesson.’
‘Good,’ Matteo said, his voice stern but with a hint of appreciation to it too. ‘Now let’s get that little butt nice and cooled down. I’m tough, but I’m fair. You’ll learn that about me, young man.’
‘Y-y-y-yes, sir,’ Kyan answered, turning his head and looking up at Matteo with his beautiful eyes.
Matteo could see that Kyan truly had learned a lesson. And true to his word, Matteo picked Kyan up and cradled him in his arms before walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was a pot of cooling cream with Kyan’s name on it in the refrigerator, and Matteo was all set on showing Kyan that while his spanks might have been thunderously hard, he could bring a bit of sunshine in his aftercare to go with it…