Matthieu sighed before entering Oliver's kitchen. As soon as he stepped in his skin started crawling, and he knew damn well that he was in that twat's territory now. He swallowed hard, gripping his hockey stick tighter, and considered turning around. But no, this was for his little brother. There was no hound in Hell that would stop him now.
Matt took a single step forward and instantly froze, the warm flesh of his neck being held dangerously close to a cold steel knife.
"Oh, it's you, Mattie," Oliver's voice sang out as the smoke in the kitchen cleared. "I thought you were Allan, coming back for a second round. That boy never did know when to quit…" His voice trailed off as he pulled on a pair of oven mitts and took out a batch of freshly baked cupcakes. Matthieu could tell by the slight bluish tint that they were laced with deadly amounts of Rohypnol.
"Roofie-cakes?" He asked, trying to strike up a conversation. "Who are they for?"
Oliver turned to him with that creepy, porcelain doll smile he had perfected over the years. "It depends on who angers me first, of course."
Matthieu knew it was a straight up challenge, daring him to continue asking stupid questions. He sighed. "Speaking of people pissing you off," he began cautiously. When Oliver continued decorating his cupcakes calmly, Matt continued. "I was thinking, you know, you've been kinda hard on Al lately."
Oliver snorted derisively. "You haven't even BEGUN to see hard, Mattie-poo."
Matthieu cringed at the nickname. "I know you can do worse but…it's no fun kicking someone while they're down, you know?"
Oliver looked at him strangely. "And here I thought you were trying to convince me to go easy on your brother." A grin split his freckled face. "This is why you're my favorite."
Matt grinned and straightened his back. "I was raised by Francois, of all people. I don't know what mercy is."
Oliver walked over to his stepson and brushed a light kiss on his cheek. "Alright, you convinced me. He gets three days off, then I'm hitting him with a heavy batch of cyanide, ok?"
Matt nodded his approval. "Sounds awesome."