Matteo was a mafia boss. He had all the power in the world. Drugs, weapons, Human trafficking... whatever bad stuff you can think about, he was part of it. His father- Tommaso Gray, The God of Italian Mafia was a man of fear, the whole of mafia worl...
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Leo pulled over at a café along the side of the road. It looked a little shabby for the Audi car to pull over in front of it. Matteo stepped out of the car and walked into the shop. A middle-aged man at the counter, he asked, "your usual, sir?" Matteo scanned the cakes in the panel. He searched for it until he finally got it. "My usual and this cream cake." He ran his fingers through his purse and took €60 and placed it on the counter before the bill was issued. He scanned around the shop; the usual gloomy atmosphere was a little bit different. There was a new painting hung on the left side of the wall, it made the shop a bit brighter than usual. It looked very professional and artistic, but he was sure that the owner couldn't have afforded this much.
He sipped his favorite mocha which was his daily morning routine. The cake was packed in a simple white carton. The owner ruffled through his pockets for change, but Matteo stopped him, "I'll have the change later." He picked up his cake and stole one last glance at the painting. Looking at the cake, Matteo smiled to himself and exited the shop, boarded his car again. Leo started the engine and drove along the highway; it was silent for a few hours. The busy morning city became splendid woods. When we went further, the road became a little narrower and streetlamps were erected at either side of the pathway.
Although it looked more habitual, the sidewalks were deserted, and no houses or shops were seen. From a distance, a mansion was slowly coming into view. It was majestic but Matteo wasn't fooled by its appearance because he knew it had more bloody history than Hiroshima and Nagasaki put together. The car passed through the massive gates, the guards at the gate bowed deep as they saw Matteo from the window. Inside the mansion gates there was a fountain at the center and Leo pulled over at the entrance of the gates. Matteo stepped out of the car, he handed over his empty mocha cup to the guard at the entrance, and he walked inside and he halted when he heard loud noise from the floor above.
Before he could step on the stairs, he was greeted by the warm smile of his aunt. "My boy has grown so much. You don't even call me these days, son." Matteo rushed over to hug her. "I'm sorry, aunt. Here I got your favorite." He handed her the cream cake. She opened it and her eyes brightened with delight. "I'll save it for tonight. Your father is waiting for you in the garden." She pointed towards her right.
Matteo let out a loud sigh and walked to the garden, his father was sitting on the couch under the umbrellas shade. When he heard the footsteps, he started talking, "you think you can escape me after you have a company on your own? Remember you have the blood from this family."
"I didn't forget that I owe you, father. May I know why you called me here today?" His reply was grumpy in a grumpy sort of way and not how a son would reply to his father. By that time, Matteo's aunt Emma walked in and sat in a single couch next to the rose plant. She smiled at Matteo and continued, " It's because of Lucia, caro." she looked back at my father, he spoke up, "I had hunch that his people would have been infiltrated her friends and acquittances'. Your aunt Emma warned her about Gonzalo but you know her, she won't listen after that incident... ", he paused his eyes filled with guilt. He looked at aunt, she held his hands in a soothing way. I understood how he came so I replied, "So you want me to get her back?"
I asked looking confused, if this was the matter he would have just called me in the phone. He shook his head in disapproval and asked me to take the shot of beer set before me. I took the mug, and looked at him with my eyebrows expressing 'seriously'.
My father stood up with the support of his walking cane. He halted in front of me and looked at me in the eyes, "when Joel died he asked a favor and I promised him whatever it is, I would give it my all. He made me promise that you must marry his daughter. And only you can make it true. He was my true friend, he helped me when I had difficult times in life. And I owe him my life. Matteo. If he wasn't there at a time, you wouldn't have even been born."
When he said these thing, his eyes became watery, I couldn't believe the words he said. I and Lucia didn't see each other for about 7 years and now marriage isn't seemed to be an option cause we barely knew each other. If my father said this in the phone I won't have believed him but now I know for sure he tells the truth. Uncle Joel was my mentor and my only inspiration, even though he's ruthless murderer, he cared for his family. After his death, Lucia didn't stay with her mother and brother, she blamed my father for his death. Said it was because of my stupid mission, that she had lost her dad.
My father tried to make her stay, tried to explain but she wouldn't listen and left. My father asked me to look after her without her suspecting anything. I placed my men around her housing so that she would be safe. My men occasionally contacted my father directly to update any strangers around her place if they looked suspicious.
Uncle Joey was father's only trusted friend, even before I was born Uncle lived with us in this very mansion, after I was born he started dating Aunt Emma and they married in a year and had Lucia. When Lucia was one I was four, I started mixed combat and archery. when I was ten, seven year old Lucia would look at the boxing arena, she would occasionally train with me and I would always win, she would pout cutely. It was a way of relaxing myself, she totally hated it. After I turned 13 Father moved me to train in the woods, I would come back to home from time to time. Then we would speak sometimes about the mission my father set for me, to kill Gonzalo's Right hand. It was a dangerous test for me, Uncle Joey was there to supervise me, but in the end; he was shot thrice.
After his death Lucia blamed my father for the mission, she never wanted to involve with father again. So she went to States for her higher degree.
