CHAPTER 1
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THREE DAYS AGO: ROME, ITALY:
On a spacious and cozy king size ultra modern bed decorated with lots of pillows, a sparkling white bed sheet and a thick duvet. Laid on the bedside table is a bottle of Clive Christian No.1 Imperial Majesty. with a half bottle of scotch and a glass of scotch in ice (just looking for who will take a sip and end its miserable life of waiting to be enjoyed), a small black table alarm clock could also be seen sitting quietly by the side observing the scene in front of it like it's one of those nights. The thick red ceiling to ground curtains, well drawn; shouting out the morning rays.
Suddenly the alarm clock by the bed side starts to blare in the quiet room. Bringing to view the full length of the cozy bed and on it lay a man in white shirt with his back to the table upon which the alarm clock lay, facing the other side of the wall with the table lamp emitting a yellowish glow (making you admire the good life some people live).
He seemed to be sleeping quietly, "peacefully?” That we will never know. After the fifth ring the man moves, turning towards the direction of the crying alarm clock; he fumbled to silence the alarm clock, exposing his half buttoned up shirt, erotic and well carved abs; no no no it's too early to be drooling and having dirty thoughts. It so happens that this was the same sculpture of a man; last seen on the pedestrian bridge earlier.
Fumbling for a while; he picks up his mobile phone from the other side of the bed, checking the time, he sighs. Lying back down, he crosses his left arm over his fore head before closing his eyes, and after some seconds he opens his eyes and a sigh leaves his mouth yet again before he decided to crawl out of bed and do something meaningful with his life.
Rising from his specious and cozy bed, he walks to the other side of the room. Exposing the window shutters as the curtains partitioned exposing the glass walls that captures the beautiful views of the city from a very far height, he kept walking until he's standing in front of the glass mirror only his silhouette could be seen on the bed from the early morning sun that found its way into the room. The Roman church’s bell could be heard chiming in a distance.
Enjoying the view of the early morning sun through his window walls; his two hands in his pant pockets as he stares at the moon. One would definitely mistake this gorgeous man for a god; who is thinking of how to punish its creation for their wrong doings.
The beauty of the early morning sunrise could be admired through his irises as he stares at the scenery with a look so far away that leaves you wondering, "what going on in that brain of his.”
Walking to his bathroom for a shower; but before that he walked to the wall mounted mirror at the centre of his luxurious bathroom to admire his early morning glorious look, like it’s some routine.
At that moment, he notices a red stain on the collar of his white shirt that's now buttoned down to expose those tempting abs.
Flash back to eighteen hours ago: The Castellano Family Study.
Mr. Giovanni Castellano was seen discussing the new distro they just established and the best approach to use since there’ve lots of competitors and targets on their back out there.
Irrespective of his age, Mr. Giovanni looked remarkably fit for a man of his years.
"Ah! Don't forget about our earlier discussed concerning, Dario. Make sure it is carried out with good result." Mr. Giovanni reminds Salvatore who nods his head in perfect understanding.
"Leave that to me Sir.” Salvatore assures him.
“Good, I know that I can trust you to handle things from your end. Now where is that brother of yours? Didn’t you inform him of this meeting as agreed?” Mr. Giovanni asks.
“I did, you know Mateo isn’t the type to keep to time when it comes to things like this, I will give him a call later, but I bet he’s on his way.” Salvatore replies, not even bothering to look up from the documents he’s proofreading.
They continued to go over some documents and maps while discussing about their strategies in handling their partners and new business lines. After a while, Mr. Giovanni’s son, Mateo walks in reeking of alcohol and fresh s*x. Eyeing the Young man suspiciously his father demands to know where he has been for two days now.
Without even answering his father, Mateo swaggers to the living area, holding the double door refrigerators handles, Mateo drags them open lazily with no care in the world as to why he’s been absent from the family businesses without any prior notice to anyone.
Rummaging through the stocked fridge for a while, he came up with a can of power - horse energy drink. Only when he had downed the whole content did he turn to his father.
"I was out f*****g some juicy p*****s with some friends.” He demonstrates by ramming his hip back and forth in the air. “Why? Did anybody miss me? I doubt that.” He replies sarcastically, as he makes his way to the wine bar.
Taking a bottle of Scotch and a whisky glass from the Shelve, Mateo pours himself a glass to have a taste, like a starved lunatic he portrayed to be. Refilling his glass, Mateo finally decides to join his father and Salvatore in the study for whatever boring meeting they might be having. “Not like they will take my opinion or whatsoever.” He soliloquizes.
Pushing the big iron door open, Mateo lazily saunters to the empty seat by the corner of the luxurious family study that is well organize with lots of historical and ancient family library archived at one end of the office and other important documents.
Many pictures taken to mark important invents litters the dull colored walls as if they are screaming for help. Not even a perk of dust could be found in any part of the room; the house keeper or whomever it is that takes care of the house must really be born with the talent. Mr. Giovanni is a man who takes his personal hygiene and cleanliness very seriously. He can literally butcher his enemies in cold blood and remain spotless; probably because of the years of experience, he has had.
“Slumping like a sack of grain on the couch unceremoniously, Mateo asks if there is anything they need him for as he needs to have some rest before going out in the evening to meet with some friends for boxing game he's hosting.
"Don't you think you're drinking way too many these days and fooling around with lots of women when you should be helping out in the family business? This isn’t the character of a successor.”
“At least you know that much.” Mateo murmurs quietly to himself.
“Salvatore is also a man who would like to have some fun with girls too. Am I right, Salvatore?” Mr. Giovanni asks expecting a positive reply from the cold young man.
"I would rather we continue with the topic at hand.” Salvatore replies with a straight face.
Laughing amusingly, “See this is why He’s always focused, but it wouldn’t hurt to have some fun once in a while.” Giovanni says to Salvatore who pretended not to have heard him, before turning to update his son on the new meeting he's planning to host come two weeks with the underboss and some other dignitaries about expanding their business to other cities. Mateo shakes his head in agreement (With an uninterested look).
Just then, car tires where heard in high speed driving into the villa. Alert Mr. Giovanni orders his men to go check what is going on.
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