Matteo closes their bedroom and walks to his study. After a couple of hours of snuggling while talking about that day, finally, she finally gets to sleep.
The smoke of cigarettes welcomed him when he walked inside his study. The crowded rooms feel silent as he steps his foot inside.
"Let's start the meeting, gentleman," Matteo says as he sits in his chair behind his work desk.
The room is filled with dangerous men inside. They sit on the sofa inside with their drink in one hand and cigarettes in the other.
Tonight, Matteo gathers his trusted ally to announce the new Sicily head to them.
"What this is all about?" Krystal says, the only woman from the head of the mafia in here.
Some of the mafia heads look at her with underestimated eyes for being a girl, the rest eye her with lustful eyes, and take her as difficult prey to catch. But neither of them says anything because they know that Matteo respects her and helps her to be in her position right now.
Knowing his cue to step out, Valerio, who has been on the dark side until this time, steps up to the light and stands beside Matteo.
"From now on, he will be in charge of Sicily mafia," Matteo speaks harshly, leaving no room for others to object to his decision.
The audience are in silence, trying to digest the shocking information they just heard. In an instant, they think about the loss and gain they can get with the change of the head of Sicily. They already know that Velerio is more vicious and has no morals or mercy at all. This way, they can't even do anything carelessly, but on the other side, they hope he can be persuaded to start a drug cartel for the Sicily kingdom.
"As long as our agreement doesn't have any change. I don't mind at all." The Russian mafia said, after all, he owe Sicily a great amount of money after they support them with the weapon.
The rest of the men agree with him. After all, they still need the Sicily weapon and intel to survive on this side of the world.
"Alright, I'll leave the rest of you to Valerio. Puoi stipulare un nuovo accordo con loro come preferisci. " Matteo stands and pats Valerio's shoulder and steps out of the room.
'You can make a new deal with them as you please'
After he leaves, the rest of the room is silent. The people inside are dying to know what happened to the mighty Diablo to step out from his position and what he will do next, but nobody dares to sound their curiosity. They still want their head intact to their body after all.
Matteo soon sees his brother in the living room playing with a phone. Marco looks up from his phone when he feels her brother's presence.
"How is it going?" He throws the phone at Matteo.
"What do you think?" Matteo asks back as he sits across from him.
"It won't be easy for them to accept that. They will still be wary of you." Marco sighs, knowing fully it'll be a very hard way for his brother to take.
"They have their hands full to dealing with Vallerio for a while. You know him. He will take this opportunity to utilize them for his empire."
"You still won't worry about him taking over the Don position?"
Marco is skeptical about his brother's right-hand man. Even when he respects him so much, he still worries about his character. He is more childish than the three of them and doesn't know any boundaries at all. It looks like giving a gun to an immature child.
"He will grow up from this position. I hope he will be more mature with so many people depended on his command."
Matteo stroked his hair and sighed. He will believe in him. After all, he knows deep down that Vallerio cares about the Sicily mafia more than anybody he knows, even from himself.
"Are you really leaving all this behind?" Marco whispers, still in disbelief that the brother he has looked up for his entire life, leaving the empire that he takes care with his sweat and blood.
"Don't worry, little brother. I'll be fine." Matteo chuckles at his brother's ashen reaction.
"Help me keep this famillia okay?" Matteo spoke softly.
"Hah! I won't, I'll leave to okay. Let Valerio do whatever he wants with his new position." Marco laughs sarcastically.
"Do whatever you always desire." Matteo stands up, pats his shoulder, and walks towards his bedroom.
He opens his bedroom to see that his little wife is still curled up in the bed. He went to her side and kissed her cheek before walking to the balcony.
For the first time in his life, he feels anxious. He always plans things perfectly even when he schemes the death of his father and takes over the mafia. But this time he is scared that the choices that he makes will be a wrong choice.
What if the plan failed? What if she got hurt because he became weak? What if he loses everything?
He sighed at his thoughts. He becomes more weak, he realizes that. True to his father's words, that love can make a man foolish. But at the same time, he doesn't regret any of his decisions.
This normalcy, having a family without being scared of getting hurt is a luxury that any man from his world could ever dream of, and yet here he is having all those possibilities.
He turns his body to face his sleeping wife. Even though he knows he is getting weaker, he gains a new strength. He can't be brutal anymore but he knows how to make wise decisions that won't hurt somebody else.
He doesn't know how normal people think or the way they live and all their rules. But he is more than willing to learn. Blending with them will be hard, and adjusting himself to the new rules and world needs and extra efforts but he knows that he is not alone.
Matteo steps out from the balcony and climbs up to the bed beside Leora. He warmed his hands first before dragging her to his side and cupping her face.
"I'll never let you go ever." He whispers while stroking her eyebrows.
"caro Dio, grazie di tutto e, per favore, continua a guidarmi mentre guidi lei." He silently pray to God.
'dear god thank you for everything, and please keep guiding me as you guide her'
It is still awkward for him to pray to God. That is why he still prays in his mother tongue. Nobody ever told him about God, and only she does. He knows that there is a powerful being in charge of this world, but he never knows how to speak with Him or learn about Him. Leora teaches him about the way of God and even when he doesn't have anyone around he can always rely on that powerful being.
A light touch on his cheek wakes him from a deep thought. When he opens his eyes, a sweet gaze that is full of love already welcomes him into her deep eyes.
"Good morning," Leora whispers with a hoarse morning voice.
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