Italia

17.

Dear self,
I've locked lips with pain, trailed my tongue on the neck of its desperation, this left behind a sore emotion, it gripped my dick, the heart behind bones struggles to beat as blood of sorrow, spurted out from my clenched teeth. I weep. I barrow. I barrow God's breath, hoping to see light as pain seductively swayed away with wide hips.

I called. I yelled for her to come back. She graced me with no face. Just blackness.

Crouching over, I lift a hand, my weak fingers trying to grasped onto her.

She turned to me. "Desperate, you're desperate as they can get. Pathetic." She turned and leave.

She left me. Pain left me. Why was she cruel? Just only dripping blood between clenched teeth and a dead heart, she'd left. Even through the mess, I barrowed God's breath. I wrapped a hand around my throat, gripping it. The bones crack, it popped as I squeezed desperately while God's breath ripped away from me. I guess I wasn't deserving.

And just as I was about to slipped away into the darkness. To death. Light met me and sucked me towards salvation.

-

"Good news." My father's voice broke my reading and I closed the book, the muttering from the others wavered since we came into his office regarding an urgent meeting.

Reuben and Sam were seated just few feet away from me as well as my father's most trusted men. The remaining word's from the doctor's book, lingered a feels of emotion that was too anguish.

He had sounded broken. I read it last night after we spoke over a cup of his delicious tea. Sebastian was different. An odd one. He'd suffered so much yet this made him stronger.

He reminded me of my granny. Both were broken by life but used said brokenness to survive.

And again I asked...how the heck did he do it?

"I have here what is called an invitation." He held up a card that was strikingly design, it sparkled with the colours gold and white.

"To what?" Sam asked with an eyebrow lifted.

My father grinned as he tosses the card on his desk, he leaned forward while both of his hands gripped onto the edge.

"What do you have up your sleeve..." Reuben narrowed her eyes and I too wondered what this invitation was for.

"I guess this has something to do with Alexandros and the sparrows I reckoned?" I questioned.

"Yes." My father nodded. "Earlier today, we got an invitation to a wedding celebration about the joining of the second largest Mafia boss Valerio Romano and his high school sweetheart Belezza Alu. The Romano's had advised us not to tag along with any weapon or come with any violence seeing that this is a very important day for the family and as such, here is what is most exciting..."

"The Sparrows is going to be there." Sam replied.

My father nodded then smirk. "Exactly, they are going to be there. Why? because the Sparrows underboss Edoardo Mancini and the Romano's have a tight relationship, some would have it to say that they are best of friends. Every mafia family is expected to be there."

"This is not only a very special occasion but it's also the time where we as a force meet to strengthen allies and formed business ventures, especially for me seeing that I operate one of the most powerful arm trafficking networks around the world. Even though we kill for a living, we are all here thriving for the success."

This is true, my dad not only owns and operates Tokyo Kato but he also manufactures guns. Guns that the underworld used and rely on, on a daily basis. They can't do without him hence the reason why they have to include him in everything.

He's the life of the party...

"The wedding will be held in three weeks; we need a proper plan by then as to how we will get in direct contact with the sparrows, that is if the plot that I have right now will not turn out successfully..."

"And that plan is?" Reuben frowned and I stared at my father who had his attention locked on me and I knew then as I looked into his eyes that this, the plan that he had, had something to do with me.

"I have a lead but this time, I want this to be done specifically by Italia."

I silently listened as my father motioned for the lights in the office to be turned off and as the lights snapped off and darkness prevailed around the room, an illuminated source reflected from a projector towards a touch screen glass that held the face of a man.

He had sandy blonde hair, a small forehead with a long structured face. He had a pair of dark green eyes, a straight structured nose which had a nose piercing and both his jawline and chin were rounded.

He had a slight cut in his right eyebrow, skin dusted pale which was lined with tatted markings that went from his lower form, straight up to his neck. He was thick with muscles which ruggedly gripped the white, long sleeve shirt he had on as, between his pink lips, they held a toothpick.

"Who is this exactly?" I asked in curiosity and nodded towards the man in the imagery.

"This..." My father snapped his finger to the brute in the photo. "Is, professor Silvio di Pietro, you wouldn't believe the things I did just to get the name of this guy."

"You fucked a shorty or two?" Sam amusedly asked.

"She's a stripper, specifically Silvio's personal dancer so you know money talk bullshit walk, it came in handy."

"This guy is Alessio's di Pietro's brother, yes?" I asked.

"Yes, he is also the sparrow's most lethal hacker. I need you to insert this device into his laptop." Riku lifted up a USB as well as a ingestible sensor and handed it over to me which I held them my palm, my eyes locked on the sandy blondie in the photo.

"This will aid us in getting various information about the family. This is a small camera and a pill cam that will help us in knowing where their hide out is located. The pill cam was designed by Sebastian to monitor location tracking. This will help us to know who their boss is, seeing that no one knows who he is and how they operate as an organization. Silvio is a professor at the University of Milan, he teaches the course computer science and IT."

"And why am I the only one fit for this job?" I wondered.

"Because, I think you'd fit more into the role of a uni student more than anyone of us that is here."

Reuben and the others agreed and I scoffed.

I mean he wasn't lying. I was much smaller than them in size and was often told that I looked younger than my age, not to mention, I needed to do this job so that I could get closer to Alexandros.

Pretence and determination goes hand in hand and as I locked eyes with this Silvio, I thin my lips in utter danger.

When there is a will there's a way, after all.