GURARA PLAZA (Mafia Billionaire)

CHAPTER 3

A VISIT TO DARIO:

Relaxing at the passenger’s seat, Mr. Salvatore looks out through the window. Looking at his eyes: one will definitely know that this visit is not a friendly one but one that comes with making a brutal decision if need be. After driving for what seemed like a thirty minutes or more drive a massive maize of vineyards is brought into view leaving us to wonder if the owner if its owner is in fact the supplier of grapes and wine to the world in general. As Mr. Antonio's car could be seen from a distance in between the unending maize of grains.

Mr. Salvatore could be seen through the rare view mirror, eyes blood shot, face stoic, no single wrinkle is seen on his face as he goes through some files on his Mac iPad with no care in the world about the hearts he is stealing with that face of his.

Just then a helicopter sound is heard in the horizon bringing to view a yellow helicopter hovering over the maize of grapevines that covers a large unending scale of land. Mr. Salvatore pause’s his hand in the air from tabbing on the tab as he watches the helicopter for a minute before going back to what he was doing.

This did not escape Mr. Antonio's eyes too as he tilts his head to look outside the window.

And that leaves us wondering whether Mr. Salvatore is going to win this one. We were made to understand that Mr. Salvatore is a well known, brutal and smart Consigliere to the Castellano family, and known to use different measures necessary into getting what he wants while bringing his enemies or opponents to their knees.

He who has captured the hearts of many countries and governments and even the world’s best secret agents are yet to identify his facial recognition and whereabouts.

The helicopter flies around far above in the horizon before descending and we are brought back to Mr. Salvatore who goes back to what he was doing with no care in the world making our hearts to thumper with so much anticipation of what is to be.

As the car moves in-between the many acres of vineyards after some time bringing to view yet another massive mansion built in all Italian glory and splendor. A tall white guard is seen guarding the massive gate, beards are well shaved and eyes looks like he has seen and been through worst yet standing strong and ready to m******e anybody who crosses his lane.

The guard raises a hand indicating the car to stop. He walks around and approaches the driver’s window with Ak47 in hand as he bends to the level of the car window to inquire about the identity of the unannounced intruders. Why are you here? He asks Mr. Antonio in Italian and the later gives him a sign with his head indicating for him to look at the back seat to verify for himself. The guard tilts his head to the other side of the mirror bring the lazy and relaxed look of Mr. Salvatore into view.

He moves his head in acknowledgement as he orders the other guard at the other side of the gate in Italian to open the gate which he did instantly by pressing a button allowing the gate to open wide exposing the massive view of the drive way.

MR. SALVATORE'S POV:

“The man I called my father in my heart is gone, we had so many plans laid out for the upcoming meeting he scheduled with the underboss. Mr. Giovanni Castellano was a man and more to me. It pained my heart that I wasn't given the time to call him father; he deserved that and more. The 'Ndranghetas’ have something coming for them; if they think I will let them go for the death of my boss. If only they know that this mistake that will definitely cost them dearly.

I have been putting things in order and making sure The Boss and my father’s burial is done according to his precision and style.

I know my Boss, Mr. Giovanni Castellano would not want anything too extravagant. Mr. Giovanni is a man who likes keeping to himself and gives little or no attention to things outside the significance of events and occasions. He is a traditional man who enjoys the company of his fellow wise men who he can converse with and gain or pass something new to.

He strongly believes that such men has no business with noisy environment and extravagant life that will attract too much attention from the public, unless, when highly necessary. That does not mean that he’s a boring man, he just knows when to have fun and when not to, he knows when things are needed to be handled and when to wear a different armor. I would say that I got a bit of his lifestyle maybe more or too extreme, but that’s probably why he found me interesting and saw a great potential in me.

My first task as a consigliere was to handle a case of a fifteen year old boy; an event that haunted my sleep for a very long time.

Mateo who is the underboss is definitely of no use, if only he knows that the Capos have been rebelling against him and how stupid he has been with his position, and the foolish decisions he has been making, which weren’t that of a great leader. They clearly saw no potential in him what so ever.

At times, my Boss and the Godfather of the, Castellano family not that he isn’t aware of all the things and how, Mateo has been handling things. He believed that, Mateo would learn with time. Now, here we are.

Therefore, I was left with organizing the emergency meetings and every other arrangement that needed to be made. The Castellano family is a huge one, I believe you all know that, but in a family where there is respect and hierarchy, everybody grows into how things are been done and what belongs to who, in as much as the finances keeps flowing.

I thought Mateo would man up, seeing how, Mr. Giovanni gave up his life for him, I know he would have done the same for me in a heartbeat; I'm just grieved his death might mean so little or make no difference to how Mateo might choose to live his life from here on. Seeing that he is the next in line, “A title he is undeserving.” Yet, he proves me wrong yet again.

I don’t want to hurt his ego by telling him that the only people keeping him in that position is non other than me and his father. But I will let him enjoy his folly.

I definitely did not forget Mr. Giovanni’s last command before his death as I lay on my bed spent and ready to catch a sleep in my penthouse as tomorrow is yet another busy day for me.

As the Consigliere of the Castellano family a job and title I both love and abhor as it comes with so much pain and loneliness but at the same time accords me with the respect, honor, and recognition I well deserve.

It has not been up to 10 minutes i closed my eyes, so i thought. then comes the blaring sound of the alarm clock which got me thinking for a minute if I should just murder this darn clock and buy a mute one but then again I am brought to my reality, I guess the killings and deaths around me is turning me into a psychopath or something.

I stood up and walked to the glass wall overlooking the city, which so happens to be my best corner in the whole building because from here I can see the world and feel like I gain one over the man who sits up there watching with an amused smile on his fac.

Standing here gives me that God-like aura and imagination that I have the world at my feet, not that I am greedy but after all the killings and tortures this is just one of the things that gives me comfort and makes me feel not so alone. Hearing the busy sounds of the city makes me to understand that even when I’m here resting and thinking that I have over worked myself, someone is out there still hustling to make ends meet..

Yeah, so today, I have a task to fulfill and I will carry it out to the last. So I dressed up in my custom made Boglioli black suit, I prefer this color black whenever am going out for a kill mission, and my personal body guard and butler, Mr. Antonio knows that too well, he knows how I love my things done and he does his best to make sure they are carried out to the last.

As I walk out, heading to my “Bugatti” my briefcase in hand you would think that I'm one serious business man going about his daily work, but no I'm definitely going about my business but not the white collar type.

After a long ride, I heard the sound of a blade slap. Looking out the car window, I spotted a helicopter hovering above our car even; Antonio noticed it too without a care I went back to what I was doing.

Stopping at the gate for permission, Antonio waits for the huge guy who clearly looks brainless to come over for whatever routine they normally do. I closed my eyes as unnecessary things like this do not bother me, I know that, Antonio can handle them and owing to the fact that I've made a name for myself and gained recognition I'm 100% sure that these guards knows who I am or they will probably find out soon, if they are strong enough to survive.”