SOME DAYS

UNA

NOTE: Ayoko sanang mag-isip ng iba pang plot while hindi ko pa natatapos ung Some Nights, kaya lang kating-kati akong isulat tong concept na to. Let me know kung gusto nyong ituloy ko to. Thanks! 

BOOK 1

****Unang Kabanata****

Sicily

     He stood behind Gaspar as what he would always do whenever they are in a very important transaction, on the other hand, Gaspar was sitting on one of the stools of that Private Club in Sicily. They were about to meet the famous Mateo Cimino, sometimes they would call him Lourd Mat. He's the famous Italian gangster and businessman who have already made a name without his linage's help. He played a pivotal role in creating the National Crime Syndicate and is considered the mastermind behind modern organized crime in Italy.

     "The motherfucker was taking too much of my time..." Gaspar said then he straight quaffs the glass of whiskey. His forehead frowning tanda ng naiinip na ito. Patience is not his cup of tea.

     If Mateo Cimino was the leader of the biggest Crime Syndicate in Italy, Gaspar Luciano is the infamous Leader of human trafficking syndicate across the globe. His organization already captured as many as 3 million men, women, and children around the world in a span of 3 years, held against their will and trafficked into forced labor and prostitution. They would also recruit, harbors, transport them in every country depends on the demand of the clients. They would obtain a person for labor or services, through the use of force, fraud, or coercion for the purpose of subjection to involuntary servitude, peonage, debt bondage, or slavery. Sometimes, they would sell body parts, too. That was according to the FBI Human Trafficking Department.

     A few minutes later, he saw Lourd Mat walking through the glass floor of that bar. His grey hair illuminating through the disco ball's lighting. He was wearing a white suit partnered with a black tie, on his left hand a prop cane. He has five bodyguards with him on his back, they were all wearing black suits just like him. A typical gangster. He bet they're not just five of them just like what Gaspar would do. Heck, they were Mafia Royalties. They were prone to assassination. A battalion of bodyguards is necessary.

     "Kumpadre," Bati nito kay Gaspar. Lourd Mat sat beside his boss. "Give me a glass whiskey." He said to the bartender.

     "Tsk, you're late, old man." Gaspar said without taking a look to Mateo. He was sipping his third glass of whiskey.

     "Well, better late than never." He put down his prop cane on the long narrow table.

     "So, where's the item?" Gaspar asked impatiently.

     "Why in a hurry, Kumpadre?"

     "I personally came here to Sicily just for that merchandise, Mateo. I already paid for it. Isn't it right to get, what is, already mine?" His fiery eyes went to the man beside him.

    Mateo raised his hands in the air for surrender. "Okay, okay. No need for blood bath tonight, Kumpadre. The merchandise is outside. You may take a look it yourself." He dug something on his pocket, it was a black key card. "Here."

     "Good. I'm going now." Gaspar reached for the card.

     "You sure you don't wanna stay a little longer?"

     "No need." He said in a monotone voice. Then he stood up and walk papunta sa exit and Kokoy followed his boss.

     "No thank you?" They heard Mateo said.