Beauty is a double-edged sword. It can be a blessing or a curse.
For Rosa, it is more of the later. Her whole life she has been viewed, treated and used like an object by others, including her own family.
She went to the crime ridden metropolis of L...
She said with her gentle, soothing voice. Her face was bloody, her left eye swolen and black. Yet, she still looked so beautiful... She wrapped her arms around me, and pressed my face against her soft, warm bosom.
"Mommy loves you Nero... only you."
Mother...
"We arrived, boss."
As I open my eyes, her warmth is replaced by the cool, artificial freezer of the Air conditioner, and the only thing hugging me is the leather of my seat.
Dawn driver, why did you have to wake me up now?
Well, all good things must end, like this summer in Sicily. It has been pleasant, but it was spoiled by having to talk with members of our family here, and they speak only their dialect. I already hate speaking italian, and they expect me to know whatever the hell their language is? I am the boss, they should just learn english already!
Business back in Little River is going fine, except for some problems with the Albanesi again. Fuck then, why dad won't let me crush these bastards once and for all?
Yeah, dad.
I am not looking forward to meeting him again.
The car door is opened for me. We are at the airfield where my private jet is parked. Waiting for me outside are three suited figures.
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"Hello, Nero. Oh, I should say boss, uh?"
Claudio says, walking towards me. He lifts his hand for me to shake, but I ignore him.
He used to be my father's Consigliere and is now mine. But, it is clear to me he still obeys my old man. I am sure he snitches to him whatever I am doing... Besides, he always questions my decisions, obviously trying to make me do what dad would have wanted.
"Hey Boss, did you have Fun?"
Together with him is my second cousin and underboss Elias, walking towards me with a smile and his arms open. I stare down at him, making him halt and recompõe himself. Why did he think I would let him hug me?
He is quite physically similar to me, we are even around the same height, except his hair is curlier and his skin a darker olive tone. We grew up together and I trust him, and he always does whatever I say. However, I would be lying if some of his behavior didn't annoy me. Elias too much like my brother - which is no wonder considering how close they are...
"Cesare is not coming with you boss?" Speking of the devil.
"No, he stayed at the villa with his 16 year old bitch. He doesn't care about work."
"Eh, are they legal here?"
"I don't know, why should I Care?."
Walking with them towards the jet, my eyes shift to the other figure, a guard waiting at the jet's entrance. He has an awfull buzzcut, a morning stubble, wears an ill-fitted suit, and has a sullen face with a scar in his right eye. We have many common crooks working for us, but they are a little better kept than this! However, I let his horrible appearance pass, because I am far more bothered by how odly familiar he is... though I don't remmember ever seing this schmuck before...
