Chapter - 4 ( Smack and Smash )

Theodore frowned, brows furrowing together in displeasure as his eyes took in the frantic figure of the nurse as soon as he opened the door. 

" What's going on here?" His deep voice startled the already fretful nurse while the blue eyed man simply rolled his eyes. 

" Sir, I tried to stop him but -" the rambling of the girl was cut off when Theodore held up his palm. 

" Leave." With a tilt of his head, he ordered who quickly dipped her before scurrying off. 

Theodore sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before closing the door behind him. 

" Dami, you shouldn't be out of bed." Despite the irritation, his voice was calm. 

" I'm fine. This hospital is suffocating." Damiano exaggerated putting on his blue jacket over the white shirt. 

Theodore who wasn't a fan of lots of words, he simply crossed his arms over his chest with a raised brow giving a ' seriously' look. 

" I don't want to spend a night here because if I do words are gonna travel and hit dad's ear." Damiano finally told the truth sitting on the hospital bed tying his shoe laces. 

" About that…." Theodore trailed off, stepping towards black haired man who raised a brow at him questioningly. 

" He already knows."  Grey eyed man words got a groan in response. 

" How?" Damiano voice was heavy with tiredness almost close to whining. 

" Well I don't know other than the fact that he is The Adriano Pietro." Both shared a knowing look as Theo put an emphasis on Adriano.

“Well that’s-”

“Why are you dressed up?” Alberto Pietro questioned as soon as his eyes feel on his nephew.

Before Damiano could have answered, Alberto held up his finger stopping him. Pressing his phone to his ear he nodded to whoever was on the other side.

“ Yes, he is here.” Alberto answered shortly fixing his gaze on Theodore making Damiano frown.

“ Okay, here.” With that Alberto took a step closer to the young duo, extending his hand with his phone putting it on speaker.

Damiano with squinted eyes mouthed ‘who’ to which Alberto answered with almost glee expression on his face ‘ Your Father’. Alberto and Damiano hardly get along with each other. The main reason was Edna, since Damiano would do anything to make sure his mother is happy but his uncle had a kid of rift between them.

“ Dad.” The young heir voice was oozing with utmost respect, because he knows his father doesn’t like disrespect.

“ Give your phone to Theo." Instant confusion marred on Damiano's face. 

" Why?" Biting his lips he asked, his finger already touching the cold metal in his pocket. 

" Now." All three men almost flinched at the harsh order of Adriano. 

Damiano quickly handed his expensive device to Theodore not wanting to be on the receiving end of his father's anger. 

" Did." Theodore eyed the phone in his hand while his best friend or more like brother muttered. 

" Kiddo!" There was this sudden softness in Adriano's tone making his son almost roll his eyes over his bi-polarity. 

Both Edna and Adriano had a soft spot for Theodore Woods. Sometimes childish part of him get jealous over Theo. 

" Uncle." Theodore greeted back, his face as always void of emotion but his voice was warm. 

" Make sure that phone is not usable anymore." As soon as the command left from the Don's lips, Damiano's precious phone hit the ground.

In the next second, Theo shot at it. Thankfully he had silencer on his gun or the whole hospital would have been in chaos. 

" Done." Theodore answered skillfully ignoring the burning stare of his buddy. 

While Alberto didn't had any problem letting out a short life at the sadden expression on his nephew's face. Everyone knew Damiano's, car and phone are not be messed with. 

A satisfied smile came on Adriano's lips. That's why Theodore was his favourite. No hesitation, no question just compelling his order like his father Daniel.

" Dad why?" His blue eyes darkened a little seeing the state of his precious phone. 

" You send your guard away." The Don asked his own question not bothering to answer. 

Damiano ran a hand through his raven hair suppressing a groan as Theodore pushed the remanants of his phone to the side. 

" Yes, I did to bring backup." Damiano answered wondering how the in the hell his father gets informed about everything. 

" You couldn't have called for backup. Could you?" Damiano's eyes widened in realisation..

So, this was the reason his phone was brutally shot. 

" Since, you seem to have no use of it. You won't have any phone until I see fit." The next order making Adriano let out a unbelievable laugh. 

" Dad, I'm not a kid. That I will be grounded without phone and games I have tons of work-" 

" About being grounded. Now that you have mentioned. You are going to New York right now." Adriano spoke out his next order and Damiano was seconds away from pulling his hair. 

He was a grown up adult of 27 years for crying out loud and here his father was treating him like a freaking teenager. Even the king of Poker Face as Damiano use to call Theodore cracked a smile. 

" Dad… this is way too much I-" 

" Nobody is asking for you opinion son. Nobody is. We don't know who that f*cker. You will be in New York, untill I give you the permission to come back." Adriano hissed out lowly, finally the concern was present there. 

" Kiddo, handle his work until then." Again his voice switched to soft as he acknowledged Theo.

" You don't have to worry." The assurance was present in his deep voice. 

" Alberto, better yet you accompany Dami to New York and check the shipments there too. " The young Pietro grumbled something u der his breath as his father's words. 

" Okay. "  Theodore lips tilted upwards slightly at the sulking form his friend. 

" So, everything settled. Get to work boys."  The eldest Pietro let out a sigh massaging his temple. 

" Dad..." Damiano quickly uttered in the sweetest of voice he could muster as his uncle was about to walk away. 

Adriano almost laughed at his whinny voice. 

" What?" He asked rolling his eyes, and his son doesn't want to be treated as kid when he behaves like that.

" Let me have my phone atleast." Damiano almost pleaded, while Theo and Alberto shook their heads at him.

"Seems like you are having problem understanding my words. Perhaps I should pass the phone to Edna she will-" 

" No, no, no! Don't tell mom anything. Fine I will do as you say." Damiano quickly exclaimed, his blue eyes widening. 

The last thing he w*nt is to bother his mother. Doesn't matter how much he had grown up he w*s child to her. Damiano Pietro loved his mother beyond any limit. She w* his world, his w*rrior, his peace and what else not. He would gladly sacrifice anything as long as it doesn't disturb the peace of his mother.

" That you will do. And about your request. You and I scratch that we all know who has to no open his mouth in front of Edna." With that last word Alberto tool the phone away leaving the two friends behind. 

" You will not tell her anything?" Blue eyed man almost growled out stepping towards the always calm and composed Theo. 

" If she ask me. I will tell her, you know I don't lie to mama." Theodore replied calmly to the very anxious  Damiano. 

" Well she wouldn't ask if I am being shot if she have no clue about it." Damiano said in a 'duh' tone to which Theo hummed. 

" Yeah. But if she ask you are fine or not, then?" Blue eyes narrowed at his question as he took one more step towards him.

" I am fine." Damiano chewed out the words very slowly getting a raised brow in response. 

" Sure." Theo snorted. Sure, the bullet didn't hit any crucial parts of his body but still it's been only few hours. 

" I will call someone to pack your - ow! " Theo winced as a solid punch landed on his flawless face. 

" Is this fine for you or should I convenience you more?" There was an underlying threat in his baritone voice. 

" Got it. Now, let's go." Theodore let out a short laugh, wiping his tongue over his lips, patting Damiano's shoulder. 

As soon as he reached the door, Theodore called him from behind. 

" What the f*ck?" Damiano growled, wincing a bit as he felt pressure on his wounds because of the sudden punch, Theodore has awarded him with it. 

" If you are fit to deliver a hit, then you are fit to take one too." With that being said, Theodore walked away leaving a seething Damiano behind. 

" Jerk face as**ole!" Damiano whispered, moving around his jaw, walking side by side with Theodore. 

" We both are." Theodore said, making him grin in response. 

" That we are."