CHAPTER 2

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THE DEATH OF, MR. GIOVANNI CASTELLANO (THE BOSS): "Why didn't the security alarm go off?” he asks. Salvatore didn't hesitate to draw his gun, moving to the window, he peeps to check if he will see any familiar face. Not being able to identify a single face, he turns back to his father to inform him that this might not be a friendly visit. Not able to finish his observation as gun firs were heard in the background. Everywhere was in chaos as Salvatore barks orders to men around; "Shoot to kill.” He orders their men. Walking into the family armory filled with different types of guns expulsions and other weapons, Salvatore snatched some bullets, guns and rings. Walking to the roof top he started shooting from his hidden corner as more cars trooped in. Detaching his phone from his back pocket he speed dialed a number, after a while the phone connects. Not having enough time to chitchat he went straight to inform the person at the other side of the connection about the sudden attack on them. Not giving whoever that was at the other side time to process the information, Salvatore quickly hung up and went back to shooting his targets. The gunfight was chaotic as lifeless bodies were littered all over the place, blood flowing like an endless spring. Both sides were losing the fight, but nobody was ready to give up, that would mean death, and mafias strongly believes in dying an honorable death, so the fight rages on, and the mascara ceaselessly. Until Mr. Giovanni felt a searing heat as a bullet lodged in his stomach. He fell forward…… struggling against the pain. Slowly, Mr. Giovanni rolled over; aiming at his shooter he fires back and successfully puts a hole through the temple of his shooter. Turning to look at his father who just took a bullet for him, “Mateo was lost as to how to reply or feel towards this scene he just witnessed. Mr. Giovanni took the shot, while trying to save his son who was aimed at. No father wants to see his son get hurt in front of him, and Mr. Giovanni might not have been a great father to Mateo as he has always wanted but that’s his own understanding of his father who isn’t a man to voice out his feelings all the time. Staggering to his feet, Mr. Giovanni aimed his gun, and like a raged angel of death, he leaves endless line of lifeless bodies behind him, while barking at his son to pull himself together and fight like a man. Finally reacting to something, Mateo obeys his father, probably for the first time in a long time since he clearly and obviously enjoys doing the exact thing his father disagrees with. Wincing in pain, Mr. Giovanni summoned all of his faculties and strength. The desperate task before them, he knew, would require every remaining second of his life, “So why waste it on emotions that will get them nowhere?” Just below Giovanni’s breastbone, a bloody smear marked the spot where the bullet had pierced his flesh. The wound had bled surprisingly little, leaving only a trickling mark on his white shirt as his stomach acid seeps into his chest cavity, slowly poisoning him from within. With eyes bleeding red, Giovanni slumps to the floor as blood gushed out from his mouth Salvatore could endure anything and any loss except for, Mr. Giovanni’s. And like a lion that has been starved for a century and let loss to feed; Salvatore tore through the skulls and bones of any man standing in his way. With the blood dripping from his body, and how Salvatore tore his way through to his Boss, one would think that he's Zeus from the pit of wherever he may have been. Just then their men arrived to the scene, but that was too late since the deed has been done.” Crunching down, Salvatore hugs his father who struggled to produce a word tight to his chest. Blood oozes out from his body at this time; from all the strenuous movements he has been making. Mateo who was still in shock of all that had just happened could not move but stare at his father as he fights for his life. Seeing that he has lost lots of blood, Mr. Giovanni stops, Salvatore who barked orders to their men to hurry and call 911 for help. After struggling to adjust to the searing pain in his breast bone. Mr. Giovanni whispers some few words to, Salvatore he gave up to ghost. Shaking his head to remove the horrifyingly images in his mind, Salvatore went back to what he was doing. “At least they met with their judgments, I will revisit this case when I can and they will surely pay with their blood, this I promise”. Salvatore thoughts to himself. After what seemed like a second he is seen dressing up in front of a mirror in his favorite three piece suit, knotting his black tie he tilts his head up as he adjusts his tie and admire the work of his hands. This mysterious man is a well known Consigliere of the Castellano family: Salvatore Castellano. He admires himself one last time before exiting the room. Walking out of his room we are blessed with the beautiful view of his Italian home as it is decorated with the best of Italian sculptors, the architectural design is that of the Italian Dome, the bricks are crafted with the best of Italian designs; the windows are made of the best of Italian glasses. The flames coming from the fireplace behind him gives off a scene of Baset the ancient Egyptian god of as he walks out from the pit of hell, just that this is not Baset but Mr. Salvatore in his full glory, the floor that he walked on emits a shiny glow, believe me you can admire your face and do your makeup with the brightness of the Mable floor, he walks in slow motion as he approaches the door leading to the outside world. Yeah you heard me right, because this building is definitely not meant for people like us who struggle everyday to make enough money for our cheap house rents. As he walks out “In slow motion” While buttoning the last of his suit jacket. We are blessed with the overview of his foyer from the top ceiling, a four story building and I can tell you that this building is only seen in Italian royal movies. With the statues of Mona Lisa and Socrates on either, side of the door leading to the outside world a chandelier hanging in the middle of the foyer. He is seen leaving the building a brief case in his right hand and the left hand in his pant pocket as he walks like a true royal. Two of his body guards are seen on either sides of the door standing erect face stoic and body build like that of "The Rock" a popular American action actor. His butler, Mr. Antonio who seems to be in his 30’s looks nothing like his age, probably from all the exercise and the Italian healthy meals he is always conscious of maintaining to avoid him deviating from his meal routine; opens the door to a black Bugatti Veyron bringing the outside and the building interior into view. Different types of cars the world is yet to see litters the whole street, tall traditional buildings and penthouses are seen on either side of the streets making one think “if God actually did a number on the rest of humanity.” His personal guard and driver, Mr. Antonio closes the door and walks around to the driver’s seat, yet gracing us with the glorious view of these buildings that one can only wish to attain in his next life; if that is possible. “Dario's house.” Mr. Salvatore states not even bordering to look up from whatever he’s doing with his mobile phone. "Yes Mr. Consigliere.” Mr. Antonio answers before he slowly drives out of the premises, leaving the beautiful scenery for later admiration; that's if we ever get to be graced with this site again.
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