Dark Gray

Chapter-1

It was around midnight, a black Lamborghini stopped at the entrance of La Bulesca(bar). A man opened the door from the passenger seat and stepped out of the car, he wore a black suit and a black sunglass. As he made his way into the bar everyone around him looked nervous and frightened. The insides of the bar had a dance floor, the women danced around the poles in some kinky outfits, a bartender poured drinks for his customers eyeing the men entering the bar. This man went straight to a private room backside of the stage.

The guards outside the room quickly opened the door and let him and his men inside. There was a round table and several men sat facing the screen mounted on the wall. When this man entered the room, everyone stood up and bowed low. He raised his hand and waved them to sit. The screen turned on and displayed a picture of a man in his thirties. A woman waitress served wine to the man, he shifted his glance from the screen to see the woman. His gray eyes lacked warmth of a human but he was dangerously handsome, the waitress felt nervous and handed him his wine. He didn't accept it but simply smirked and turned his head back to screen.

"Stop." The room halted, Everyone's attention turned back to him as he stood up walked towards the screen. He stopped as he noticed some women behind the controls of the screen. With every stop he made, everyone in the room gulped down their throats. For all they know he was younger than most of them still his aura was majestic and vibrant.

"who made arrangements for this hall and staffs?" He asked demandingly. Everyone in the hall looked around nervously. But there was no answer. The man snapped his fingers the silence turned to horror his men pointed their guns on everyone sat in that hall. Suddenly a guy in pastel pink suit raised both his hands in the air, "Mr. Gray, it was me. I-I'm the o-one assigned the staff and the room." His mouth shuttered in fear.

Matteo Gray looked around and waved one of his man to come. "Leo, è questo uno dei nostri uomini?"(Leo, is he one of our men?). Leonard walked towards Matteo and said, "SÌ, è il gestore di questo bar." ( yes, he is the manager of this bar.)

"So, you knew my rules. Mr....?", said Matteo snatching the gun from a guard by his side. "Mr. Butch, sir" said the fat man. Matteo continued to look calm, this made Butch feel free from danger, he began to talk casually he said, "yeah the women... the more the merrier, Mr. Gray. You knew old men like me would be glad to have some entertainment." He licked his fat lips disgustingly eyeing the women around the room. "You can have some chicks if you want." On that sentence, the whole room was knew the state of that fat man in a few minutes. "You know about me, and you must have known what I would to do you now." Without hesitation Matteo pointed his gun on butch's right eye and pulled the trigger.

Blood splashed around him as the fat man lay on the floor with a pool of blood around him. His legs and arms throbbing. Matteo pulled a small knife from his inner pocket and slashed Butch's throat. Blood poured from his wound, within minutes the bar turned into a murder spot. Other folks stood up, hesitant to speak anything. "Since he ruined my mood, let's pack up early. I'll give the gist and the reports would be in your tables tomorrow morning. This man..." He pointed his blood strained knife towards the screen, a man with shoulder long hair and dark skin was seen.

"He is the illegitimate son of our enemy. You need to track him down within tomorrow evening. I must have him alive in my dungeons before dusk. That's it." With that he went out of the meeting hall made his way back to his Lamborghini, on his way he randomly shot the bartender right in the throat and got to his car and drove away.

After a moment of silence Leo who was driving began to talk, "What about the women?" He asked. "which one?" Matteo replied with another question lighting a cigarette. "The one that served the drinks." He said as a recollection from what he saw. "He abused her. Make her the new manager and fire the other women in that room." Matteo said with a puff of smoke out of his mouth. "consideralo fatto." (consider it done), said Leo. Matteo was half asleep when his phone rang, the name–Tommaso Gray- flashed over the screen, this is call he can't ignore. He picked up his phone and answered the call, "Yes, father." He sounded full of spirit even though he was beat to the bone. "we need to talk. Be here for lunch. And no excuses." Before he could argue the line ended. "Ahhhh, shit." Matteo banged his hands on the window.

"Get a pajamas ready." He said to Leo. "Already in place, it's in your bedroom." "I'm gonna wear it." Matteo said with a playful smirk. But Leo was a little confused, Matteo never wore a pajamas to bed even though he asks for it every night. He decided to let out his curiosity, "you never wore pajamas to bed. What's the matter?" Matteo laughed and said, "who said it was for bed. I'm gonna have lunch with my dad." Leo knew that Matteo likes to tease his father a little but when he said it was for lunch it must be an important of sorts so Leo made a note to have a tux ready just in case. The Lamborghini stopped in front of a hotel, the name 'Gray's' was Majestically lighted. Matteo stepped in the hotel took his private lift to the topmost floor where his master suite awaited him. He took off his shoes and threw himself on the couch. Leo followed him a little later. He made the bath and set the bed, he took the shoes along with him and closed the door behind him as he left.

The running water in the bath was the only sound in the entire room. Matteo liked being alone but strangely he felt disturbed about it today." He started to undress himself but instead of going to the shower, he went to his bed and dozed off. After a couple of minutes, the door creaked open, Leo went to inside his friend's room collected his clothes and closed the bath tap. He stood beside the bed and sighed at his sleeping friend. "good work" he whispered at left the room, closing the door behind him once again.