Authors note: Hello everyone. Thank you, everyone, for the positive feedback and comments they mean the world to me and have brightened my days. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie.
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Matteo stepped off the plane in Kuala Lumpur. He'd dozed on and off during the flight, his mind going over details of all the revelations he had over the last few months since Cat came into his life and turned it upside down. The fact that not only his mother, but Nik Donati, were alive and living an isolated existence haunting his dreams. Roberto had told him that only Joseph and Andreus had known that Nik's life had been saved at the last moment when the attempted escape had gone so wrong. The grief of losing so much had overwhelmed Joshua after the death of his family and the damage to so much property that it had been decided to keep the information from the new Donati table.
The more he thought about that, the more it bothered him. It bothered him even more that his fathers had kept his mother's survival a secret from him and his siblings as well. How could they not see the old wounds that continued to fester in him, if not his siblings? He rubbed the scar on his chest. "Would knowing have made any difference, or just made it worse?" he asked himself as he approached the waiting car.
"Can you take me straight to the hotel?" Matteo asked, looking at the watery grey sky of predawn.
"No can do, buddy," Phillipe Sergi said casually, making Matteo turn to look at him.
"Phil! What the hell are you doing here?" Matteo embraced his old friend. "I thought you were in Italy!"
"Moonlighting as a chauffeur, it seems. Get in, and all will be revealed," he chuckled, returning the embrace.
"All what?" Matteo was genuinely pleased to see his friend, but confused as to why he was here in Malaysia.
"It's five a.m. Matt. I barely know what country I'm in. Just let me be mysterious and leave it at that. You can ask Massimo when we get back to the house," Phil shook his head.
"Mo is here too?" he asked incredulously.
"Shit, I probably wasn't supposed to tell you that. Can we erase this whole conversation?" Phil grumbled. "You weren't supposed to be here until this afternoon, you realise. It's most inconvenient of you to change plans at the last moment."
"Change plans? I only made the plans yesterday!" Matteo was starting to think this was some elaborate scheme by his fathers' and couldn't get his brain to work out why. "So how was Roberto when you spoke to him?" Matteo asked.
"It wasn't Roberto, it was Stefano, and he sounded grouchy," Phil sighed. "Look, just roll with it, okay? It's not as bad as you think."
"Who else is coming?" Matteo asked.
"We all got here last night, you're the slowpoke," Phil shrugged, evading the question.
"I thought you said I was early? You realise I have work to do while I'm here, right?" Matteo tried not to smile. He would have liked to be pissed about his friends being here, but he wasn't, it had been too long since he had spent time with them. He'd spent years nursing his humiliation and broken heart, cutting himself off from love, even the love of close friendships. He'd been a fool, he admitted, not for the first time.
"Yeah, you can work, we'll come with you. I want to check out this building. Dante said you're advising on one Josh is building," Phil said.
"Dante's here?" Matteo asked even more incredulously. "Wow! How did anyone get him to leave Peri's side for more than a day?"
"Shit!" Phil spat. "How about we just don't talk for the rest of the ride?"
"How about you just tell me what's going on?" Matteo laughed.
"Here," Phil tossed him a phone. "Why don't you call home and ask Stefano? I'm sure he'd be happy to hear all your whining. You'd think a guy would be grateful to have an old friend pick him at sparrows fart in this weird ass country.
"You know who's not here and would have loved picking you up no matter the time?" Phil asked.
"'Lio Donati," Matteo nodded.
"Right. So now, for some reason, I've been nominated as the idiot who does this sort of shit. God, I miss that guy," Phil sighed heavily. "This won't be the same without him."
"And this is?" Matteo asked.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, give up or call your Daddy and tell him I'm being mean to you!" Phil grumbled. The Vitali fathers were legendary for their tough love stance, and Phil knew Matteo wouldn't make the call, and looked at him curiously as he punched numbers into the phone with a determined finger.
*****
Cat rolled on the bed and stared at the empty space beside her. The indentation in the pillow showed where Ricco had slept, at least for a small amount of time. She wondered at his dual nature. He was good and kind, he was patient and loving, she knew how sweet and tender he could be first hand. He never judged or showed his temper, as she knew his brothers did, and he had treated her as if she were precious and valuable when they had dated so long ago. He wasn't a control freak like Matteo, he was laid back in comparison, and laughed in situations that would frustrate and anger others. She never would have guessed at the darkness that lay beneath it all. She doubted anyone would have guessed that beneath the reliable, trustworthy and loving family orientated man lurked a Master. A Prince of Darkness, as he called himself.
Ricco stood in the doorway and watched her as she woke, a cup of coffee in his hand. She was even more than he had hoped from reading her file from the Battaglia. He watched her stretch her limbs and grimace slightly. He smiled knowing she would be reminded of him and their first night together all day. He stepped into the room and greeted her.
"Good morning, Beautiful," Ricco said cheerily. "I brought you some coffee. You're meeting Aria at the penthouse this morning at nine, right?"
"Gosh, yes," she sat up, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep and her dreams of the night before. "What's the time?" she asked before accepting the mug of coffee and a gentle kiss from him.
"It's only seven thirty, you have plenty of time to dress and have breakfast before you leave. We can drive in together if you like," Ricco offered. Cat tilted her head and looked at him. This was the Ricco she had always known, kind and sweet, looking after her in his non-authoritative way.
"I'd like to drive myself; I have a lot of appointments today. Pulling a wedding together this quickly is hard work, I don't know how Theresa does it all, especially with the gathering starting this weekend," she admitted.