THE CONSIGLIERE

CHAPTER II

"Consigliere!" As soon as I get in the mansion I heard someone calls me. To my disappointment it's just a familiar person that I really don't like to see. I coldly throw a look at him as he approach me.

The man who called me is in his mid-40s. He doesn't look old and he doesn't look young as well, but his charisma is quiet appealing. His aura is not quite good, it's dark and heavy but I don't care about his aura. I never feared him, I only feel hatred and disappointment. Disappointment because he never accepted me as a daughter and hatred because I feel that he is the one who instigated the ambush that killed the only person that stands as my father.

"Signore Sauveur?" I asked, acting like I am asking out of curiosity. But I already know what he is going to ask. This is about the Mansion of Palmo and the death of almost hundreds of Palmo Family that also includes the underboss, the caporegime and the elite guards of the family.

"How dare you act impulsively towards the Palmo Family and burnt the mansion!?" He angrily asked. See, he's asking why I did that to a small time mafia. Who is not even at the tip of the iceberg.

"Not to offend you but if you want to have the title of a Don, then you need to see and understand the situation yourself. I am tired of explaining things to you but you still don't know how to accept facts from a young girl." I coldly said which makes him speechless. He stared at me like he was not expecting this words to come out of my mouth. "Excuse me, I need to see papa."

I didn't wait for him to speak another word and instead I left him there, and I don't give a damn what he is thinking. I was about to make a turn going to a corridor that leads to the main library, when another person blocked my way. I blankly look at her, the self-proclaimed queen of the family. I don't know she became the queen but honestly she is not fit to be a queen. Maybe she will be a queen for a short while, but I will never let her stay in a position that doesn't belong to her.

"Signora Gianna, I respected you as an elderly and I respects you as the wife of Signore Sauveur but don't you know how to respect me? I have important matters to attend with Don Lucio. Mi scusi. (Excuse me.)" I am about to pass her when she suddenly grab my arm, which almost make me lost balance. I sharply look at her and grabbed her hand that grabs my arm and throw it with force.

"I guess you don't know how to respect, Czarina. You forgot that..." She didn't finished what she is saying when the king walks in and cut her off by calling her name.

"Gianna!" That loud voice can make you feel shiver down to your spine and it echoes through the corridor. It can make everyone around the mansion hear and fear the old man's voice. The voice that full of authority and threat, but for me it's a voice that can make me feel calm as it sounds like a music. It comforts me and feel safe. I forget to mention that I am my grandfather's favorite baby girl.

"Bongiorno, Don Lucio. Mio nonno. (My grandpa.)" I greeted, as I pass beside Gianna, my stepmother who doesn't know yet my true identity is like a puppy who stands on the side with his head slightly lowered.

"Bongiorno! La mia bellissima nipote. Mi consigliere. (Good day! My beautiful granddaughter. My Consigliere.)How's the mansion of Palmo?" He asked me.

"It goes smoothly, Francisco died in vain." I playfully answered. I know he can sense the excitement in my voice and he can tell what I did. I really love showing my true self to him and I am very comfortable around my grandpa.

"You played again?"

"Well, a little bit. Those rats are trying to crawl out of the sewage but cannot do their job well. They always took lives of innocents and other mafia's associates making it like well-known mafia's who were not really involved were doing it to threat and to tell that they were strong. They were doing well before the late consigliere died, they were like mouse that hides and keep low profile but after he died our enemies keeps crawling out."

We talk as we walk going to the pavilion. And the poor mistress is following at our back like a tamed dog. We take our sit as we reach the pavilion, where you can see a very beautiful scenery of our garden that are full of white and red roses.

"Well, your father, Luciano is quite feared by everyone. Consiglieres of other known mafia's also respects him. He is one of the best consigliere in our world. But unfortunately he also do have a lot of enemies because of this. We have a lot of enemies waiting for this time that they think we don't have consigliere or we do but not strong as him. But I trust you, dear. I trust you as much as I trust my son, Luciano. He never wanted to be a Don. He only wanted to be a father to you but we lost him. I know that he taught you well since you were young. And I know that you also know how to handle our family. We never expected you to finish your law within just a few years. But you really did graduate before you reach the age of 22. You really exceeds our expectations. That is why I am really happy to have a granddaughter like you."

"Of course, papa. I know how much you love me. You always showers me with love. And of course I did my best to study since young, because I also wanted to be like my father. That's why I will make sure that those enemies that starts to crawl out will die or will go back to where they came from."

"That's the spirit." He exclaimed patting my head like a little girl. I know how proud my grandpa to me. He gives me the best of the bests since I was a kid. He even named me himself. And now that I am starting to achieve something for myself and for the family, he always show how supportive he is to me.

"Tell me what happened to Francisco."

"Francisco died in fire together with his caporegimes." I excitedly said like a girl who is telling how she enjoyed her day in an amusement park. "I shot their ankles and knees to make sure that they cannot run to save their lives from the raging fire. I also make sure that they cannot die easily by taking their own lives. We disarmed them. I really wanted to see them dancing on fire but they were just laying down there, agonizing the hellfire that slowly devours them."

My grandpa really likes how I tell this kind of stories to him. I usually tell my experiences on how I killed my preys. How they shivered in front of me and how they beg for their lives. And he just listen and praise me for what I did.

"Great, great. You really make sure to return ten folds what they have done to our men." He praised me, raising his tea cup like a wine glass and smiled at me. "How about the head of Palmo?"

"He got three options, first is to hide and stop messing with us, second he can barge here and kill us and lastly he will be kneeling in front of his most trusted friend, begging to avenge the death of his son."

"And what do you think will he choose?"

"The latter." He laugh as hard as he can after hearing what I just answered.

"Papa! This is why she messed up!" We both look at my old man approaching us. He looks aggravated and want to get wild but unfortunately he can't do that, he fears papa more than he fear anyone from other mafia.

"That is good, consigliere." Instead of giving his attention to my old man he praised me once again in front of his son. And the old man face changes like he just ate a very sour lemon.

He angrily throw a glare at me, but I just give him a smile. A smile that agitates him more. He look at the old man and we are surprise that he raised his voice to our old man. "Papa!?"

The Don harshly put down his tea cup and look at his son with disappointment, saying the words that we never expected to hear today, "Sauveur! You don't need to be loud. And don't you dare tell me what to do. Be like your daughter, she thinks for the best option."

"Daughter?" Oh! That woman is still in here.II

"Consigliere!" As soon as I get in the mansion I heard someone calls me. To my disappointment it's just a familiar person that I really don't like to see. I coldly throw a look at him as he approach me.

The man who called me is in his mid-40s. He doesn't look old and he doesn't look young as well, but his charisma is quiet appealing. His aura is not quite good, it's dark and heavy but I don't care about his aura. I never feared him, I only feel hatred and disappointment. Disappointment because he never accepted me as a daughter and hatred because I feel that he is the one who instigated the ambush that killed the only person that stands as my father.

"Signore Sauveur?" I asked, acting like I am asking out of curiosity. But I already know what he is going to ask. This is about the Mansion of Palmo and the death of almost hundreds of Palmo Family that also includes the underboss, the caporegime and the elite guards of the family.

"How dare you act impulsively towards the Palmo Family and burnt the mansion!?" He angrily asked. See, he's asking why I did that to a small time mafia. Who is not even at the tip of the iceberg.

"Not to offend you but if you want to have the title of a Don, then you need to see and understand the situation yourself. I am tired of explaining things to you but you still don't know how to accept facts from a young girl." I coldly said which makes him speechless. He stared at me like he was not expecting this words to come out of my mouth. "Excuse me, I need to see papa."

I didn't wait for him to speak another word and instead I left him there, and I don't give a damn what he is thinking. I was about to make a turn going to a corridor that leads to the main library, when another person blocked my way. I blankly look at her, the self-proclaimed queen of the family. I don't know she became the queen but honestly she is not fit to be a queen. Maybe she will be a queen for a short while, but I will never let her stay in a position that doesn't belong to her.

"Signora Gianna, I respected you as an elderly and I respects you as the wife of Signore Sauveur but don't you know how to respect me? I have important matters to attend with Don Lucio. Mi scusi. (Excuse me.)" I am about to pass her when she suddenly grab my arm, which almost make me lost balance. I sharply look at her and grabbed her hand that grabs my arm and throw it with force.

"I guess you don't know how to respect, Czarina. You forgot that..." She didn't finished what she is saying when the king walks in and cut her off by calling her name.

"Gianna!" That loud voice can make you feel shiver down to your spine and it echoes through the corridor. It can make everyone around the mansion hear and fear the old man's voice. The voice that full of authority and threat, but for me it's a voice that can make me feel calm as it sounds like a music. It comforts me and feel safe. I forget to mention that I am my grandfather's favorite baby girl.

"Bongiorno, Don Lucio. Mio nonno. (My grandpa.)" I greeted, as I pass beside Gianna, my stepmother who doesn't know yet my true identity is like a puppy who stands on the side with his head slightly lowered.

"Bongiorno! La mia bellissima nipote. Mi consigliere. (Good day! My beautiful granddaughter. My Consigliere.)How's the mansion of Palmo?" He asked me.

"It goes smoothly, Francisco died in vain." I playfully answered. I know he can sense the excitement in my voice and he can tell what I did. I really love showing my true self to him and I am very comfortable around my grandpa.

"You played again?"

"Well, a little bit. Those rats are trying to crawl out of the sewage but cannot do their job well. They always took lives of innocents and other mafia's associates making it like well-known mafia's who were not really involved were doing it to threat and to tell that they were strong. They were doing well before the late consigliere died, they were like mouse that hides and keep low profile but after he died our enemies keeps crawling out."

We talk as we walk going to the pavilion. And the poor mistress is following at our back like a tamed dog. We take our sit as we reach the pavilion, where you can see a very beautiful scenery of our garden that are full of white and red roses.

"Well, your father, Luciano is quite feared by everyone. Consiglieres of other known mafia's also respects him. He is one of the best consigliere in our world. But unfortunately he also do have a lot of enemies because of this. We have a lot of enemies waiting for this time that they think we don't have consigliere or we do but not strong as him. But I trust you, dear. I trust you as much as I trust my son, Luciano. He never wanted to be a Don. He only wanted to be a father to you but we lost him. I know that he taught you well since you were young. And I know that you also know how to handle our family. We never expected you to finish your law within just a few years. But you really did graduate before you reach the age of 22. You really exceeds our expectations. That is why I am really happy to have a granddaughter like you."

"Of course, papa. I know how much you love me. You always showers me with love. And of course I did my best to study since young, because I also wanted to be like my father. That's why I will make sure that those enemies that starts to crawl out will die or will go back to where they came from."

"That's the spirit." He exclaimed patting my head like a little girl. I know how proud my grandpa to me. He gives me the best of the bests since I was a kid. He even named me himself. And now that I am starting to achieve something for myself and for the family, he always show how supportive he is to me.

"Tell me what happened to Francisco."

"Francisco died in fire together with his caporegimes." I excitedly said like a girl who is telling how she enjoyed her day in an amusement park. "I shot their ankles and knees to make sure that they cannot run to save their lives from the raging fire. I also make sure that they cannot die easily by taking their own lives. We disarmed them. I really wanted to see them dancing on fire but they were just laying down there, agonizing the hellfire that slowly devours them."

My grandpa really likes how I tell this kind of stories to him. I usually tell my experiences on how I killed my preys. How they shivered in front of me and how they beg for their lives. And he just listen and praise me for what I did.

"Great, great. You really make sure to return ten folds what they have done to our men." He praised me, raising his tea cup like a wine glass and smiled at me. "How about the head of Palmo?"

"He got three options, first is to hide and stop messing with us, second he can barge here and kill us and lastly he will be kneeling in front of his most trusted friend, begging to avenge the death of his son."

"And what do you think will he choose?"

"The latter." He laugh as hard as he can after hearing what I just answered.

"Papa! This is why she messed up!" We both look at my old man approaching us. He looks aggravated and want to get wild but unfortunately he can't do that, he fears papa more than he fear anyone from other mafia.

"That is good, consigliere." Instead of giving his attention to my old man he praised me once again in front of his son. And the old man face changes like he just ate a very sour lemon.

He angrily throw a glare at me, but I just give him a smile. A smile that agitates him more. He look at the old man and we are surprise that he raised his voice to our old man. "Papa!?"

The Don harshly put down his tea cup and look at his son with disappointment, saying the words that we never expected to hear today, "Sauveur! You don't need to be loud. And don't you dare tell me what to do. Be like your daughter, she thinks for the best option."

"Daughter?" Oh! That woman is still in here.