Deadly Poison ( Book 1 Of Mafiuso Series #1) ✔️

49. Blue

In this world of ours no two people are exactly same and no two people receive the exact same treatment in life. Reminds me of the quote from animal farm "all animals are equal and some are more equal than others".
Similarly, some people have more rights and power as compared to others. Inequality is rampant everywhere and equality is a dream possible in a utopian future.

These elites operate from the shadows and no one know who they or how many they are, its such an organised and super secretive structure, very difficult to penetrate as the club is reserved for the handful select few.
They are the real string pullers whose influence can be seen in every field known to man, nowhere is safe from their deep fangs.

Common people like you and me are the pawns and puppets in their hands and we don't even realise it, we do their bidding thinking of it as our own "free will" but in reality, its years and generations of subconscious programming feeding subliminal messages of control in our minds to keep us under their leash.

In George Orwell's 1984 "Big brother was always watching" but out here in our dystopian reality big brother is still watching but people don't know about him or talk about him at all, and those who dare to go against or fail the big brother get annihilated. You can run as much as you want or hide wherever you want, once you are on their hitlist your death is nothing but a formality.

The puppet master pulls the strings and the puppet dances that's the truth of today's world and this maintains the balance between the oppressors and the oppressed.

There is a room in a secluded mansion which feels like a little kingdom away from the prying eyes of the general populace.

The study room was built in a gothic style which was more suitable for 18th century castles and felt out of place in 21st century which was the era of mobile phones and internet.

A man in his mid-forties was seated at the table deep in thought, soon there was a knock on the door and the man said "come in" and in walked a well built and suited up man, who was his bodyguard.

"Mr. Black, Mr. Ricci is here to meet you" the bodyguard said.
"Alright let him in the study" Mr. Black replies and the guard ushers in Mr. Ricci inside the study.
Mr. Black offers Mr. Ricci a chair. Mr. Ricci looked handsome in a three piece black suit. You could say from his appearance and demeanour that he belonged to an influential business family.

"How are you my old friend? Long time since we sat at the same table" Mr. Black said with a smile.
"I missed you too my old friend. Shall we celebrate this momentous occasion with a drink?" Mr.Black replied.
Mr.Black called his butler to bring them finest bottle of Pinot Noir and both of them savoured the fine wine.
After some moments Mr.Black said " You might be wondering why I called you here on a short notice after so many years?"

"I figured it was not to only to catch up and drink fine wine." Mr.Ricci replied cheekily.
"Well things have become serious due to recent events which haven't gone according to plan and I wanted to discuss course of action to rectify the trajectory as per our liking.

Its about the girl I have been trying to eliminate from my path,she managed to escape. All I want you to do Is get her the hell out of Italy either alive or dead I don't give a damn, just get her out." Mr.Black continued.

"I have a plan to make this happen swiftly, don't worry leave this little hiccup on me." Mr.Ricci replied.
"That's great, how are things shaping up between Giovanni and Veronica?" Mr.Black enquired.

"I would say pretty good, Veronica is slowly applying her magic on the boy and soon he would be in our pockets again." Mr.Ricci answered in a calm manner.
After thinking for some time when Mr.Black remained silent Mr.Ricci said "I don't think you called me here to discuss petty stuff like these, I am sure there is something big brewing in your mind and you want me to work on that big idea of yours"

"Spot on again my friend! That's why you are so special to me. That brain of yours is a piece of art! There is a new drug our pharma factories have been developing thanks to the genius scientists in our labs. Its called blue. The drug is a modified and more potent version of an already existing banned drug.

Many years ago a drug called Nox vomica was developed for students with ADHD to help them focus more in their studies and improve their concentration, sounded revolutionary on paper but when the drug testing was initiated the results were horrible. The drug helped the test subjects but soon it became addictive and like a heroin addict the patient became dependent on it and needed more and more. Due to this dangerous side-effect the drug was blacklisted by all major governing bodies worldwide. Our plan is to introduce this drug in a more potent form by the name blue in the market, catering directly to students. Our dealers will approach them telling them the benefits of this drug and how it will help them burn the midnight oil before a crucial exam or pull of a miracle to save their drowning semester, initially we will provide them free doses and soon they will become our regular customers. It looks amazing on paper but I need you to make the execution as potent as the composition of the drug."

Mr. Ricci who had been silent and listened to this 20 minute long and descriptive monologue without interrupting his friend was thinking to himself about the new business venture and how much of a fortune they would be making by selling this poison to the kids of Italy and world over.

He didn't think much about the execution plans at the moment he was very much satisfied by the premise and strength of the product, everything else can be arranged for later. He must focus on procuring this assignment right now and convince his friend he is the man for this.

"Don't worry friend your product is promising and you know me, I will do my best to not only make this the hottest drug on the market but also something that becomes long lasting trademark of our superiority"
Mr. Ricci said in a way to convince Mr. Black to trust his "friend" with such an important deal.

"My friend, I have trusted you with the Giovanni deal and I will trust you with my blue pill as well, because you are not only a devoted and loyal friend but also a competent mafia leader. I hope you wont disappoint me in both." Mr. Black said with a hint of scepticism in his voice.
On this note they part ways and Mr.Ricci leaves the room.

Mr.Black opens the curtain and looks outside the window, wherever the eyes could see was natural beauty spread out in its glory and the setting sun spread different shades of orange all over the sky.
Suddenly Mr.Black's right hand man came inside and asked for some alone time with him.

"I sent my men everywhere and after trying and digging up information from all possible sources I have managed to build up a biodata about the boy, but we are not sure if he is the correct one or not and we need some more time to make sure of that" he said

"Its alright take your time but the boy must be mine as soon as possible and don't mess this up" Mr.Black replied angrily.
He looked away into the horizon after the guard left reminiscing some long lost memory and their was a feeling as if this boy had some deeper emotional connection with this man, someone who had managed to penetrate his stone cold heart and managed to stir confusion and longing in them, you could see it in his eyes. Although they tried their best to hide the emotional turmoil brewing inside, it was all but a futile effort.