Kudos of Mafia

'II'

 "Anyone home yet?", Senor knocked the door with a heavy breath and with fingers as if were dipped in a pot of sweat. It had been almost 15 years since when Senor last knocked on the door and his wife opened it. It had been a really long errand for Senor without the presence of his wife in front of the doors.

"Sir..?" paused Bruno, "There is no doubt you seem tired but isn't it earlier today?" an enthusiastic voice rumbled through the doors while it was being wide open.

Senor was feeble to answer the question of Bruno and intended to lie. "I was not feeling sound in grocery so thought to take an early break.", lied Senor.

"Is everything all right, sir? " Bruno with the unease eyes.
"I said what I had to and there is nothing more to debate about it.", Senor shouted at Bruno hitting his curiosity to the ground.

Senor strode into the house with the hostile sound of shoes. He made his way to his bedroom and locked the door from inside. Bruno was perplexed to see Senor like never before.

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Bruno was a staunch servant for Senor in his house. Bruno had been serving Senor for the last ten years but Bruno never heard a word of complaint from Senor. Senor happened to find Bruno in the days of early spring when Bruno was caught stealing some loaves of bread from the grocery. Since then Senor endorsed Bruno as a servant in his house and Bruno was always pleased to serve Senor and from the time both of them had mutual perception and feeling of propinquity for each other.

And what's with 15 years long without the presence of the wife of Senor??
Senor, after going through a lot in his life, was eventually believing that his wife was dead but the faded hope got it's vivacious halo when an unknown letter addressing Senor was handed to him. The letter dug the truth Senor was trying to figure out. It was from no other than her beloved wife Agatha. She wasn't dead as suggested by the letter, then where was she and what was the cause that made her leave Senor for good?
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Senor poured tequila into sherry glass as he always preferred to consume in a small amount.
He sat in his inclined chair gifted by one of his partners in the business.

"Who was that lady in the grocery today?" Senor started thinking with a sip of tequila." Do I know her? What was she whispering about the attack of the Red Mafia in Palermo?"

Senor was restless with miles of questions running through his head. He had no answer to any of those questions.
Among many, one question even frightened his roots of existence.
Senor went in deep contemplation for a while," How she knew I was affiliated to the Red Mafia?"
"No way... It's impossible... Not possible on earth....", Senor screamed words in despair and agitation.

Senor gasped and pacified his nerves. He was sure something strange was happening and more worst was left to come ahead in the coming days.

"Are my ears lucky enough to hear what I have been desperately waiting till now?", Stefano rose from his thorny chair. A doughty voice came from the dark in the cave, "Yes My lord! The verdict is gonna be on our side soon." 

A laudable laugh echoed through the walls of cave lighting thousands of bandits of the Red Mafia, " Haha...Hahaha...Hahaha......."