love brother

Speaking of why I joined "MASK", the process is actually not complicated, and there is no intriguing element of resignation to being hurt by love.In addition to wanting to help Ryan in his career, the main thing is because of my biological father.

My biological father was a shoemaker and it never occurred to me that he would have a cousin of the Mafia godfather, he was born an honest man until he died, so when Barry found me, it was obvious that I was What a surprise.It's cool and uh... ridiculous that I have a godfather cousin!

I didn't tell Ryan about my relationship with Barry, not only because he probably didn't care, but because of Barry's advice.The very kind Italian old man warned me that it is best not to tell others about my relationship with him, not only for my safety, but also for the safety of the person I value.At the beginning, I didn't understand why he was so cautious, until I learned that his wife and daughter were all assassinated by hostile forces, I suddenly understood those words, and then I began to rejoice that Ryan didn't take me seriously, so that no one would find out No, how important he is to me.

I became the successor of Barry, the godfather of the Italian mafia MASK, without the world knowing.As an elder and a teacher, he is a qualified existence, but the hero is late, and the years are ruthless. Recently, his health has been deteriorating. He has been in a nursing home for nearly a month. I am afraid he will not last long.

I don't have time to be emotional and sad, because I want to take back the resources in his hands as soon as possible, so that I can quickly become stronger.After all, I am too young to be convincing. After Barry is gone, MASK must not be fully controlled by me. I am not afraid of trouble, but I am afraid of causing trouble to Ryan.I don't want him to be exposed to danger, even the slightest bit.Although he said that I can use Kemercia as a backing, I don't want this precious shield to be injured by foreign blades at all.

Due to Barry's physical condition, I can only represent him in many occasions that should have appeared, including entertainment with business partners.Yes, the mafia also has an industry.

When Mr. George, who runs the entertainment venue, and I entered a famous local French restaurant, I immediately noticed Ryan sitting by the window.

He was so eye-catching, I couldn't have missed him.

He seemed to be waiting for someone. There was a cup of black coffee on the table, but there was no trace of drinking it. He closed his eyes and fell asleep gently.

The conversation between me and Mr. George was slow because I was always distracted. Fortunately, he was not a person who didn't know the time, and he didn't show any impatience or displeasure.

And when the main dishes for me and Mr. George were about to be served, the person waiting for Ryan arrived late-it turned out to be a gypsy girl!

Although she was dressed like a famous lady, I could still recognize them at a glance.Gypsies have a bad reputation throughout Europe, why would Ryan date a gypsy?

I looked at my business partner apologetically: "Mr. George, I think we'll talk about this today. Let's make an appointment next time."

Although George was a little surprised, he quickly stood up and said goodbye to me.It's not that I said that the guy who does business with the mafia will not look too bad.

After George left, I called the waiter, pointed to the gypsy woman and asked, "Do you know who that lady over there is?"

He probably misunderstood something, and smiled ambiguously: "That is Mrs. Violet."

"Lady Violet?"

"She is a very famous psychic in the neighborhood, and even the Apollo newspaper reported on her. Of course, her beauty is also famous."

I gave him some tips to show my thanks, and then I kept using a tall plant as a cover, watching every move of Ryan and Mrs. Violet.

I saw Ryan take out something wrapped in a handkerchief from his arms, and spread it out in the palm of his hand.It's a pity that it is too far away, and at most I can only see a small hairpin or brooch.

Violet smiled and glanced at Ryan, then stretched out her hand and slowly covered his hand.I admit I almost rushed out, but luckily I held back in the end.She closed her eyes, like a real psychic, muttering words, as if she was establishing a connection with "the other side".

Although Ryan tried his best to hide it, I still didn't miss the slight resistance in his eyes the moment the other party held his hand.It is inexplicable taste that my elder brother, who is as tall as a mountain flower, does not even like such a beautiful woman, but would have fun with a country girl like Anne.

However, Ryan is really not like someone who believes in such things as psychics. He doesn't even believe in Santa Claus. Why on earth would he appear here with this gypsy stick?

Mrs. Violet quickly opened her eyes, but she still didn't take back her hand, holding Ryan and murmuring, not knowing what she was talking about.

Ryan listened for a while, nodded, and quietly withdrew his hand.

"Sir, is there anything else you need?"

The waiter probably saw that I had been sitting for a long time, and came over to ask me if I needed any more services. I impatiently threw him a large denomination of lira, telling him not to bother me again.I'm sure it was less than ten seconds, but when I turned around, Ryan and Mrs. Violet were nowhere to be seen.

hell!I quickly chased them out, but fortunately they didn't have time to go far, they were just at the door, probably waiting for a car.

"Brother!" I was about to pretend to be a coincidence, but I immediately noticed Ryan's strange behavior.

It's not that there is any obvious difference in him, but the minor differences are enough for me to feel.His gaze is not intimidating at all, his silver eyes are full of water, and the corners of his mouth even curled up into a seductive arc. If he runs in the current state, I think all the women in the country, including a small number of men, will vote validly. To him, without a doubt.

"Are you all right?" I hurriedly pulled him to my side, away from Mrs. Violet.

Ryan looked along my hand, and when he saw it was me, he showed a faint smile that could only be regarded as polite: "Yuni, it's such a coincidence to meet you here."

Terrible, Len Kemmersia...smiled at me!

I immediately pointed my finger at the third person present, and the only gypsy psychic who could make Ryan behave so strangely.

I stared at her vigilantly: "What did you give him? Drugs? Aphrodisiacs?!"

Mrs. Violet looked at me with a smile, she was obviously very beautiful, but I felt her gaze was like a sticky poisonous snake.

"You said that I am like a witch. Don't worry, he just carries another soul, and he is a little uncomfortable. He has his own subjective consciousness."

I don't believe her way at all: "Do you think I will believe your nonsense? Which guy sent you? You are so courageous, you dare to attack my territory blatantly!" I want to catch her hand, but her hand waved, I could only smell the rich fragrance of violets, and my anxious heart was strangely calmed down.

"My brother, don't be nervous, I'm fine. Honestly, I feel fine."

No, no, you don't look like you have nothing!

"I swear you're nothing like your usual self, you're wrong, very wrong, you must have been drugged by her!"

Ryan's current state is more like being drunk but articulate and thinking clearly, but in fact he doesn't know what he is doing, he is more drunk than drinking a bottle of brandy.

My brain was running fast, and then in a split second, I made a decision - if I can't convince him, I'll knock him out.

"is it?"

My unaware brother looked down at his hand, his slender fingers curled up, as if he was trying to control something, I guess he must feel that the feeling is new and special, which made me even more creepy!

"I know what's wrong with me very well. I think I am indeed a little different from the past. I really want to see someone now. If you are worried that I will go with Ms. Violet, we can go together."

"Who are you going to see?"

"Mrs. Custer, the mother of Diplomat Custer, the person who entrusted me to find Ms. Violet." He looked at me again, with a worried expression: "She has difficulty moving and can't come by herself. I'm afraid she won't be able to wait for me. went to her, and it would be a pity to both of us if that happened."

Ryan is like a different person. I always thought he was a frost giant without flesh and blood, but he suddenly turned into a soft cookie!If I'm not a complete science supremacist, I'm afraid I have to believe that Mrs. Violet can really manipulate people's souls.

God, those who boast of her belief in her must have been bewitched by her like this, and finally fell into her trap.

I had already decided that she was a gypsy who used the name of a psychic to deceive me, but the female con artist was very calm. She looked at me calmly, without any fear, which made me appear rude and rude.

"Sir, I think you have misunderstood me. I am a psychic medium, and I help the undead fulfill their unfulfilled wishes. Without Mr. Kemersia's consent, synaesthesia will not come true."

"What synaesthesia?" I thought this lady Violet must be an alien, I couldn't understand a word she was saying.

Seeing that I didn't understand, she sighed genuinely: "It can be said that he will serve as a link, a bridge between the living and the dead."

"link?"

"Bond." She nodded and looked at me with kindness: "Isn't he like this? He's more angry and emotional than when I first saw him. Don't you want such a brother? I'd rather It’s not that you can’t accept it, you just need to get used to it.”

I feel annoyed at being seen through the secrets of my heart: "Aren't you afraid of being tied to the stake for saying such things?"

Since normal dialogue cannot continue, I can only hope for another form.

"You see, I didn't want to do this at first, but because you are a lady, I can give you an extra chance." I took out my revolver from my waist, and pointed the black muzzle between her eyebrows: "Let him return to normal! Otherwise, I will make the land under your feet the last place you stand."

She took a step back, her eyes widened, looking terrified.

"Yuni, you're so excited." Lane tried to get me to put away my weapon.When his eyes flicked to me, I had to exert all my strength to disobey his orders.

A hapless guy was passing by us, saw this exciting scene, and scrambled away.

"He can't return to normal now, I gave him a hint." Ms. Violet whispered stiffly: "It's terrible! I don't mean any harm, he won't be hurt, I swear!"

"You hypnotized him." I had long suspected her little trick in my heart, but now I am more certain.

To be honest, I am very angry, not only because of what this female liar did to Ryan, but also because of the moment I was shaken just now.Her proposals are too tempting, "If Ryan stops turning a blind eye to me" "If Ryan is not so cold" "If Ryan is this and that"

, In just a few tenths of a second, I thought of so many possibilities.If it was later, I might be confused by her.

Ms. Violet compared a small gap with her fingers: "I gave him a little hint, very small."

"So you're a liar."

She completely put away the inscrutable, and awkwardly lifted the feather hat on her head: "My talent is good, and it looks like that."

Gypsies, psychics, hypnotists, charlatans, this is more exciting than most movies.

I don't know if it will be the original him who wakes up after knocking out Ryan, but according to Ms. Violet, Ryan will not return to normal until the hint is lifted, so I'd better not act rashly.

So I had no choice but to put down the gun and reluctantly follow Ryan's will to meet the instigator of the incident—Mrs. Custer.

To my surprise, Mrs. Custer was very old, older than she really looked.She was sitting in the garden on the verge of decay, with a thin blanket on her legs, her back basking in the sun was lonely and desolate.

"Margaret." Ryan walked in front of her, knelt down, reached out to hold those old hands like bark, and called to her softly.

Mrs. Cust's dozing head suddenly stopped, and her eyes slowly opened.She may have cataracts, her eyes have lost their luster, and she looks forward in a daze.

"is it you?"

"Margaret." Ryan called her name again, tenderly making people jealous: "It's me."

Mrs. Custer's old voice trembled: "I knew you would come to see me, you always indulged me like that. You are not angry with me anymore, are you?"

"No, I'm not angry with you long ago."

The old lady suddenly covered her face and wept like a little girl.

"I really regret it. I should go and elope with you. I really regret it. I thought I would be happy without you, but I regret it all my life..."

Ryan took out a bird-of-paradise-style brooch from his pocket, and gently put it on for Mrs. Custer: "I'm glad you kept it. I'm not angry with you anymore. You don't need to blame yourself. I'll be there Heaven welcomes you, Margaret." As he spoke, he placed a feathery kiss on Mrs. Custer's wrinkled forehead.

I only recovered from the shock when Mrs. Custer, relieved from guilt, was pushed away by the nurse.

I looked at the gypsy female liar in disgust: "Did you hypnotize Ryan and make him think he was the lady's ex-boyfriend?"

"First love." Mrs. Violet corrected dissatisfied.

Ryan went limp after hearing this word without warning, my heart skipped a beat, and I quickly supported him.

Violet covered her mouth: "Oh, I forgot this is the key word, sorry."

"Did you lie to me about lifting the hint that Ryan can return to normal?"

If it only takes one word from her, Ryan, to dispel the hint, what's the point of us coming here?

"I'm just a very professional psychic who can't bear to see Mrs. Custer leave this world with regret and remorse." She stroked Ryan's golden hair: "Now, the leading role is coming to an end, you want him to come next Play who?"

I think I took it lightly. This woman is far more difficult to deal with than I imagined. She can hypnotize Ryan unconsciously, and naturally she can also hypnotize me.

"I have to thank you for allowing me to complete this commission, although it took a lot of trouble."

She moved her hand to my face, and I found myself unable to move, as I expected.

"I can satisfy any new brother you want. Do you want him to be approachable, or gentle and considerate? I can also make him forget many annoying things, and he won't remember them with a snap of his fingers."

I tried desperately to get rid of the devilish voice lingering in my head, but it was useless, she clearly knew where my weakness was.

"Tell me, and I will help you achieve it."

She's a witch through and through, and I know it all too well.

"Look, you've already started thinking."

That's because you made me think!I even heard the sound of the inner beast tearing the cage of reason, so easily and vulnerable.

I've been repressing my feelings for Ryan because I've learned from a very young age that if I didn't disguise myself, I would become a monster that everyone feared.Anyone can, but Ryan, he can't be afraid of me, I don't want him to treat me as a different kind.

I closed my eyes, and a darkness enveloped me. I don't know what the purpose of this witch is, but I know she moved me in the end, and she succeeded.Thinking that Ryan would no longer treat me indifferently, would not whip me with a horsewhip, and would even respond to me when I kissed him, I couldn't refuse such a sweet temptation, not for the rest of my life.

If this was the only chance I had in my life, the only chance to embrace Ryan in a fair way, why should I say no?

When I gave up resisting, suddenly I was able to move again.I hugged Ryan's arm tightly, pressed my hot lips on the side of his neck and next to his ear, and whispered his name.

I won't beg for more, I promise it's the last time, I promise...

Then I heard my own gloomy voice: "I want him...to love me as much as I love him, even if this deep love can only last until dawn, I still want it."