Mr. Consultant

00

L'Amore è cie coela Follialo ac compagna sempre.

"Love" is blind, and "Absurd" follows it.

01

December in Chicago was as cold as if it was about to snow.Even the war between Maldini and Barone, the two largest gangs in the area, could not warm the city at all.

Giuseppe Rizzo, holding ingredients from the corner store, stands in front of a dilapidated apartment building.He wore a dark brown wool three-piece suit, like other successful, "in the sun" lawyers, with a wide hem and new shoes.In short, there is nothing in this dirty and narrow alley that matches his proud elite temperament that he revealed from beginning to end.

But at this time, this meticulous man almost smashed the painted door frame, only to hear the doorknob turn twice.

A haggard and desolate face appeared through the crack of the door. The owner of the face was about 20 years old, with messy hair like a bird's nest.His bloodshot eyes from staying up all night squinted as hard as he could, and he said cursingly:

"Damn, honey, can you

Have you turned off this light, it's blinding me! "

"It's not a lamp, and I'm not your darling."

Giuseppe said sternly, pushed the door open and walked in, throwing the oil paper bag on the table.He was silent for a while, and then he got up to [-] minutes of patience, and explained in a good voice: "Xavier, I know you don't like me. But, but Don entrusted you to me, and it is my duty to take care of you. I hope You can understand."

Xavier watched him frown, and fell down on the dark purple velvet sofa, with a rogue smile on the corner of his mouth.He stretched out his hand, touched a wine bottle from the floor, shook it, and the amber liquor in the bottle glowed with an illusion.He said to Giuseppe in an almost theatrical tone:

"Giuseppe, my advisor, I don't mean to offend you. But I've had enough of your macaroni...can I get out of here?"

"No, you can't." Giuseppe was decisive, and the tone under the gentle mask seemed to be a bit more piercing than the cold wind outside the window, "You know, those guys from Maldini want to kill you immediately. If you don't want to be sieved by the boss, I advise you to stay here honestly and don't make trouble."

After he finished speaking, he took off his coat with a sullen face, unbuttoned the cuffs of the shirt with crimson enamel buttons, and tied a pink apron that didn't fit him.After busy work, he packed up the meals for the young master who was slumped on the sofa like mud.It has actually been a long time since he managed everything like an old lady, to be exact, two months and eight days since Don Barone died suddenly of a sudden illness.And the people in the organization were also waiting for him to give up after being furious, and even viciously gambled on his patience period.If he could, Giuseppe would not want to follow this drunk who only had sex and gambling in his mind, but he had no choice, he swore, he didn't want to be a traitor again.

Thinking of this, Giuseppe felt a great mockery.As Tang's most trusted advisor, he is not ignorant of the status quo:

The Maldini family's looting and Albert Barone's dissension all made this organization, which was already in turmoil due to the change of old and new, even more precarious.

But in the eyes of Giuseppe, or in the eyes of a family advisor, his Don must be like the jewel on the Pope's scepter, omnipotent and dazzling.

Unfortunately, Xavier, the only remaining son of Don Barone, still has a long way to go before he has such qualities.And the situation is so urgent that there is almost no room for delay.

Such an aggravating situation intensified Giuseppe's extraordinary indignation towards Xavier.And this kind of indignation is often not relieved, and instead ferments into a complex emotion mixed with self-blame and guilt.

Giuseppe took a few deep breaths, and as if wanting to vent his anger, he chopped the poor broccoli with a knife.Xavier heard the crackling sound not far away, holding the wine bottle, and leaned over like a wandering spirit.He staggered, kicking the messy clothes and all kinds of brightly colored wrapping paper bags all the way, and it took a long time before he touched Giuseppe's face.

Giuseppe hung his head in anger, pretending to be deaf and blind, and ignored the source of this indignation.His side-parted blond hair, which has been neatly combed all year round, has drooped a few locks due to the strong wind outside, and is shaking gently between the deep eyebrows and eyes following his movements.

Although Giuseppe himself would not admit it, he was indeed a good-looking man.

Because of the half Norwegian blood on his body, he is taller than Xavier who is already tall.The skin is also fairer, and the hair is a gorgeous platinum blonde.But his facial features inherited the Sicilian mother's deep eyes and sculptural full lips, making him look like the clear and gentle blue gem-like waters of the Tyrrhenian Sea.

This consultant, who is 12 years older than Xavier, and his handsome face and endless preaching accompanied his lackluster childhood.

"Giuseppe, I've always been curious..." Xavier said, "Did you deliberately pester me for so many years?"

"I'm just following Don's orders."

Xavier listened and chuckled, "Oh, Al... I almost forgot, then you're the best at pleasing the old guys. Right, Falco?"

"Don't call your father 'Al'."

Giuseppe chopped off the kitchen knife with a "bang", and slowly raised his head. Behind the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, a pair of brown-green pupils shone with dark and unclear emotions.

"Also, don't call me 'Falco.'"

"Then what should I call you, whore of Bertoni Street, Don's little lover, or Mr. Consultant?"

Giuseppe turned pale with anger at the scoundrel in front of him, but he took care of the old man's will and did not chop him up on the spot.But this kind of anger is not just for the sake of others, but more for Giuseppe himself, his history in the mire, the past that cannot be looked back:

A former male prostitute who had to wash his hands because of a whistleblower.

Could it be worse than this?

Although the content of his informant was the whereabouts of the second in command of the Maldini family, even though this news became a key part of the assassination operation, even though the death of the second in command led to the death of the Maldini family for more than ten years.

But he's also a former male whore, an informer, and a family advisor rumored to have climbed into bed.

Seeing the anger of the usually cold man, Xavier shrugged, feeling a little satisfied for some reason.He leaned back and took a sip of wine, straightened his eyes, shook his head and said, "Do you think this is fair? Al...he can change your life with just one word, one expression, and turn everything upside down. In the past, his' Brothers come to the house like robbers and tell me I have a father who is a gang boss. Makes me do this and that, take care of things I don't even want to take care of. Now, now he's doing this Die casually..."

Xavier paused, looked into Giuseppe's eyes, and laughed:

"Life is so unpredictable."

"Listen, Xavier." Giuseppe pushed his glasses, trying to suppress the emotion that was about to explode in his chest. He stared and said with an almost sincere expression:

"Don saved me from that bastard Giovanni. He sent me to study in Italy and let me take Antonio's place. This is a great kindness to me, so I obey his will. But as long as it does not violate Don's orders, You can make me do anything without endangering everything in Barone."

But Giuseppe's confession not only did not appease Xavier, but made him even more dissatisfied.But Xavier couldn't tell the reason for this dissatisfaction, which made him look like a child who made trouble without reason.

He looked Giuseppe up and down, his gaze was like a sharp knife, trying to pry away the slightest deceit from that cold face.But Giuseppe was the first to notice the clues. He saw the lipstick marks on Xavier's crumpled shirt collar.

"You brought those women here?" he asked.

Xavier saw that his face changed, and he put on a flattering and empty smile, and he spread his hands:

"Don't be like this Giuseppe, I'm not an ascetic..."

"Take your things, let's go." Giuseppe ignored him, just pulled off the apron, and asked him to follow in a strong tone.Xavier still wanted to defend a few words, and was really worried about his lunch.But before he could say anything, a burst of gunfire overwhelmed all words.

"Good news, you don't have to pack up."

Gritting his teeth, Giuseppe grabbed Xavier's collar, and his nose was close to his nose, and a strong smell of alcohol hit his chest.

God knows how there are such useless people in this world:

Every day, I practice "the success is not enough, the failure is more than the failure", and it seems that I will never give up until I play myself to death or piss him off.

But that was still his chief,

Till Xavier shakes him off, deposes him, kills him,

They are all objects of his lifelong allegiance.

"Fuck the life of a son of a bitch!"

The always gentle consultant finally cursed in the bottom of his heart rarely.

02

The thick black Cadillac 75 speeded through the dilapidated streets, and the bullets whizzed past the glass windows.But perhaps because Giuseppe goes to church to pray on time every week, those bullets have not penetrated the gas tank of the car or his head so far.

"Oh, Giuseppe, you never told me that drag racing is so much fun!"

Still holding his square whiskey bottle, Xavier laughed in a tone that almost drove Giuseppe mad.He swayed, looked back from time to time, patted the seat with his free hand, and shouted loudly with laughter:

"Mr. Advisor, Mr. Advisor, look, they are going to catch up!"

"shut your mouth."

Giuseppe wondered how the glass wine bottle in Xavier's hand could survive the hail of bullets.He gritted his teeth, prepared to suppress his complaints back to his stomach, and continued to frantically control the car, but he couldn't hold back and said to Xavier after all:

"Xavier, I beg you, please quit this damn alcohol!"

"Okay."

Unexpectedly, Xavier agreed very readily.He turned sideways, admiring the stunned look on Giuseppe's face, and then smashed them into pieces with a wicked taste,

"Just let me do it once."

"..."

After hearing this, Giuseppe gripped the steering wheel tightly, making a creaking sound between his knuckles.The veins on his warm forehead popped out, even though he had been persuaded thousands of times in his heart: it was just Xavier's provocative trick.He was still caught in this clumsy trap, and his face turned pale with anger, which almost caused a street brawl.

And Xavier finally found a fun alternative to drinking, so he intensified his irony,

"As far as I know, you should be very good at this kind of thing."

Giuseppe listened to him, took a few deep breaths, and forced his head to spin.It took him a while to suppress the anger in his heart, and said with a cold face:

"Follow my instructions within 24 hours."

"what?"

Xavier was taken aback for a moment, not knowing where Giuseppe came from, but in the next second, he heard the consultant say a little self-defeating:

"If this can save you a day of rest, then fine."

Xavier was tempted to explain at this point that he was joking, and sincerely sorry for his stupidity.But he thought about it, and suddenly felt a little inexplicable reluctance from the bottom of his heart.He looked at Giuseppe's beautiful statue-like profile, and for some reason, he said two words out of nowhere:

"make a deal."

Just when the words fell to the ground, as if to celebrate this not so glamorous transaction, the tires made an earth-shattering bang.

"This good luck has finally come to an end."

Giuseppe sighed, but still turned his direction as if he was dying.Following his movements, the car body threw an exaggerated arc, and the scenery outside the window also flew up and down.And as soon as the screeching noise of the tires rubbing against the ground is over, the expensive and well-maintained sedan plunges into the corner, sending down crackling debris of masonry.

Giuseppe pushed one side of his shattered glasses like a windshield, his ears were rumbling, and there seemed to be a warm liquid dripping from his cheek.In normal times, he would have taken out his handkerchief and wiped it vigorously because of his natural cleanliness, but he has no time to think about it right now, all he can do is grab Xavier's arm tightly and drag the dazed kid Get out of the car.

Bullets slashed past the top of his head like a shadow.

Giuseppe tried his best to protect Xavier, rolled and dodged with skillful movements that did not match his appearance, and hid all the way into the winding and labyrinthine alleys on the side of the street.He pulled Xavier into an abandoned warehouse, saw the kid still looking around, finally couldn't help but said with a wry smile:

"Xavier, forget about those before..."

Xavier was about to make him turn his face away, but saw blood dripping from the hem of his neatly ironed trousers.Looking up further, he could find a triangular piece of transparent glass pierced outside Giuseppe's slender left leg.

Xavier suddenly woke up.

He stared at the blood drop that was gradually expanding at Giuseppe's feet, the deep red color burned on the retina, and he suddenly woke up.This is not a thrilling game, nor is it a silly joke, it's just an ugly fight to the death.Whether he is willing or not, whether he knows it or not, the whirlwind of fate has begun to spin, and they have all become beating marbles on the plate.

Giuseppe saw Xavier's stern and serious face that always had a playful smile, his knife-like cheeks stretched into a straight line, and even his usual thin lips were bloodless, for some reason he couldn't bear it all of a sudden.His injury was actually not serious, at least not fatal, but an injured leg was enough to make him a burden on the way to escape.He was silent for a while, and suddenly with trembling hands, he stuffed his penis from the holster into the shirt pocket on Xavier's chest.He straightened his collar again, and then pulled out a nice smile.

"Good luck."

He said that he tried his best to appear like a personable and handsome gentleman.

Xavier bowed his head in silence, frowning tightly,

"I won't let you die."

"Xavier, if you have to admit it, you're worthless, but Barone needs you more. So—"

"I won't let you die."

03

"Oh my God, what's wrong with you!"

The door was opened by a buxom woman, still scantily clad in the middle of winter, who uttered an exaggerated exclamation when she saw Xavier, with Giuseppe in Xavier's arms.

Giuseppe didn't want to appear in front of anyone in this humiliating way if he could.But he is very unfortunate now and has no choice, so he can only listen to Xavier's sweet greetings,

"Sandra, this is Giuseppe. He has a broken leg that needs to be bandaged, so I figured, if you're handy... it won't take long."

Sandra was startled by the blood on Xavier's hands, she nodded immediately, shivering to make way.Sandra closed the door of her cramped apartment and said, "Honey, you'll be all right, won't you?"

Xavier hugged Giuseppe, turned around with some difficulty, with a gentle tone,

"There have been some unfortunate misunderstandings between us and the Maldini family, but I am sure this will be resolved soon, please rest assured."

After hearing his explanation, Sandra breathed a sigh of relief, showing a smile that shone like the sun.She arranged the two of them in the north room, and brought some bandages and potions by the bed.

"God bless you," she said.

Giuseppe looked at Sandra's slender back, even though his face was pale from the pain, he still stubbornly mocked Xavier,

"I didn't expect to be saved by your indecent lower body one day..."

Xavier didn't answer him, picked up the scissors at hand, and cut open the trouser leg of Giuseppe's injured leg.Giuseppe frowned while listening to the crackling sound of the cloth being torn, took off his glasses and threw them aside,

"You'll never know how much I love this suit."

Xavier shrugged, "It doesn't matter, anyway, it has been cut into pieces by me."

Giuseppe didn't intend to continue discussing this unpleasant and sad topic with him, so he closed his eyes and pretended to be slaughtered calmly, and raised his chin to ask Xavier to take the glass out of his own flesh and blood as soon as possible.

Out of guilt or some ulterior reasons, Xavier was willing to follow his instructions.But it wasn't until his fingertips touched the cold inorganic matter that he was surprised to find that his hands were trembling invisibly.He swallowed, and pulled out the piece of glass with a method that was almost pathologically cautious.

"Damn, are you going to kill me!"

Giuseppe cried out in pain, and a little misty tears could not help but appear in his eyes.There was an unnatural blush on his face, mixed with his eyes that were distracted by pain, and his chest heaving violently, there was a special kind of temperament that could be called coquettish and charming.

Blood scrambled, gushing from the wound on the leg, but it was not as serious as expected.Giuseppe looked down at the glass in Xavier's hand. Being nearsighted, he had to squint his eyes to see clearly.Cold sweat drenched his back, but he was still tenacious, grabbed the pointed tweezers beside him,

"Pick out the broken glass."

Xavier raised his eyebrows and refrained from asking Giuseppe where he picked out the broken glass.He was sure that this man named Giuseppe must look like a dog on the outside, but he was a masochist in the bottom of his heart.Xavier took out the courage to fight people desperately, sucked the blood from the wound with gauze, and then squeezed out pieces of transparent residue from the open skin and muscles.Fortunately, the piece of glass was not pierced deeply, and the wound was long and shallow, so there was no need for sutures for the time being, otherwise Xavier might suspect that he would have a deep-seated fear of glass products for the rest of his life.

What made him even more terrified was that Giuseppe, who seemed powerless, was able to slowly and clearly discuss the plan with him,

"You go to the safe house on the east side, find Carlo—Carol Albany, and tell him to come here and take me away..."

Giuseppe noticed the uneasy look looking at him, so he pointed to his leg again, and added:

"You can't take my wounded number, it's worse than letting you go alone. Remember, I'll be fine, as long as you contact Carlo, he will arrange a new residence for you, and everything will be fine ..."

"I'm sorry for what happened." Xavier interrupted him suddenly, with a solemn and sincere tone,

"Giuseppe, honestly, I know it's mostly my fault. But if you trust me, I can swear to you that shit like that will never happen again."

Giuseppe had mixed feelings in his heart, of course he was happy to see this kid who he brought up with his own hands finally find some backbone in the line of life and death.

But, only Xavier, the child who in his eyes would never grow up, said this with a sleep-deprived face that looked like the devil himself, and Giuseppe couldn't help laughing.

Xavier was somewhat dissatisfied with Giuseppe's reaction, and didn't understand why he could easily trample on a good intention that had been planned for a long time by squinting his eyes like this.But when he saw that smiling face that was extraordinarily gentle due to his weakness, all his anger disappeared inexplicably.At that moment, he really wanted to do something for Giuseppe, so he persuaded:

"Why don't you execute Albert, all fools know what he and Maldini did."

"Albert is a jerk, but unfortunately he has more stature than you among the old school."

"Giuseppe, my advisor, don't you exist to coordinate conflicts?"

After hearing this sentence, Giuseppe realized that his tone as if he went to the street to buy an apple was full of indisputable, and suddenly felt creepy, and even felt a little ridiculous.

No matter how much Xavier wanted to avoid any relationship with his father, Don Barone's character and methods had already completely and deeply soaked him like the paint in a dyeing vat.

"No, Xavier, you can't do that, it's going to cause big trouble."

Xavier didn't listen to his advice, but just argued anxiously, trying to mobilize all the barren languages ​​in exchange for Giuseppe's approval,

He needed this approval so badly.

"I admit that there will be big troubles, but the troubles will always be resolved. Al gave me the position of leader, not to make me hide and be a coward all day long." After he finished speaking, he watched Giuseppe's glazed eyes.No matter how reckless and ambitious he said.It is undeniable that Giuseppe still had a decisive influence on him.

The consultant laughed again.

Giuseppe frowned, with a slightly confused look on his face, but he looked so happy,

"I'm curious, why things are so simple once it's in your mouth... Well, call Germano Iaquinta, I don't think Mr. Albert will refuse this 'pizza' .”

04

As bad as Xavier was at picking women, Sandra seemed to be an exception.When she heard that Xavier's lunch was ruined by Maldini's sex, she graciously put on her apron and made fried rice for two.

Giuseppe looked at the hot food served and said with a smile:

"An angel like you deserves someone better than Xavier."

Sandra was fascinated by his gentle tone and intoxicating smile, with longing eyes,

"But you already have Xavier, don't you?"

"cough--!"

After hearing her words, Giuseppe almost choked to death on the good-hearted fried rice.He immediately waved his hands to clarify this huge misunderstanding,

"I'm just Xavier's friend."

"Sandra, I advise you to stay away from him. You don't want to sleep with a man old enough to be your father."

Xavier heard the movement, holding a glass of ice water in his hand, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded,

"In front of you, Giuseppe Rizzo, is a 35-year-old middle-aged man."

"God……"

Sandra let out a cry, stared carefully at the handsome eyebrows, and finally left with an expression of disbelief before Giuseppe took out his ID card.

Xavier leaned over and handed the ice water to Giuseppe who was lying on the bed.After resting for a while, the zombie-like pallor on his face finally faded a lot.Giuseppe took the water glass, took a sip, frowned and said to Xavier:

"If it weren't for a mess like you to clean up, I really want to have a drink to calm down. This wound is so painful that it will kill me."

Xavier was noncommittal, just staring at him absent-mindedly, as if trying to burn two holes out of him with his sight.Giuseppe was feeling baffled, and couldn't help but search for the flaws in the conversation repeatedly in his heart.But when he was puzzled, Xavier suddenly bent down and slowly put his lips on his mouth.

Before Giuseppe recovered from his shock, Xavier grabbed the bony shoulders.

Licking, biting, entanglement, encroachment.

Giuseppe pushed him away unsteadily, and roared in a low voice:

"Damn it, have you forgotten how many guns are pointed at you now!"

"I just feel that I still have a little bit of whiskey in my mouth..."

Xavier shrugged, spread his hands, and opened a pair of seemingly innocent honey brown eyes,

"Not bad, Ben Normank?"

Giuseppe recalled it with complicated emotions,

"Not bad."

Xavier smiled triumphantly. If it weren't for the current situation, he would almost open a bottle of champagne to celebrate his long defeat.

"Giuseppe, the omnipotent advisor, there are times when you have to give in."

But his idea was actually quite absurd. Xavier was already the leader of Barone, and he himself had just announced his absolute power in front of Giuseppe half an hour ago.But he just has an instinctive fear of Giuseppe, as if he has been pinched to death, and he has to listen to the orders of the whole life.

And before Xavier managed to solve Giuseppe's restraint on him, there were regular knocks on the door not far away.

"It's Iaquinta."

After Giuseppe finished speaking, he struggled to get off the bed, hopped on one foot and moved towards the door.Xavier knew that he was always arrogant, and when he saw his appearance, he wanted to laugh at him.But for some reason, the body moved first, stretched out his hands, and supported Giuseppe steadily.Giuseppe raised his head in astonishment, his lips moved as his eyes met, he didn't speak, he didn't refuse, and he didn't thank him.

In front of the door was Germano Iaquinta, a gigantic man about seven feet tall.At this time, he was like an iron tower, blocking Sandra's narrow apartment.A ferocious dark red scar cut off half of his right ear, crossed the cheekbone, and extended to the eagle-like nose bridge.Such a ferocious killer, whose appearance is inseparable from all kinds of violent crimes, patted Giuseppe on the shoulder enthusiastically, stared at his broken trousers swinging in the cold wind, frowned and cursed:

"Those bastard bastards of Maldini, sooner or later I'll have to unscrew their heads one by one!" He paused, "I've delivered what you asked me to give to Albert. I'm sorry He said you've had enough of Xavier and you're going to join him. Hey, that idiot got into the car obediently. I put a noose around his neck and strangled him bit by bit. Yes. He was at first..."

"Iaquinta, I don't intend to interrupt your description, but we have already caused too much trouble for this lady." Although Giuseppe said this, he actually reported Germano's crime in detail. Uninterested, he bowed gracefully to Sandra, kissed her apple-like cheek,

"My dear lady, when these matters are settled, I will send you a bouquet of roses as bright as fire to thank you for your generous help to Barone."

Sandra nodded dully, watching the light green Buick speeding away in front of the door, feeling that everything was like a dream.

05

Giuseppe was biting a Havana cigar, wrapped in a dark red silk nightgown, leaning against the door in a posture that looked like a prostitute standing in the street in Xavier's eyes.He seemed to have just taken a shower, and his dazzling blond hair was dripping with water and fell messily on his forehead.And those glass-like eyes without glasses were misty in the light blue smoke of tobacco.

The silk robe was like blood, winding downwards, revealing a long slender white leg, which made one wonder if he deliberately licked his body just to seduce him.

"What a bad day."

He said, grinning like a cat, "especially thinking about going to bed with you at night ... it's just dark."

Xavier walked over lazily, snatched the cigar from Giuseppe's pale lips, and took a deep puff.His hand stroked the thin waist, and slowly slid down into the nightgown. The skin of Giuseppe's thigh was smooth and tender.Xavier bullied him, forced him into a corner, pressed his forehead against his, and said word by word,

"If you go back on your word, you can ask me for mercy."

When Giuseppe heard this, instead of being afraid, he laughed even more wildly.

"I've been thinking about why you made such an inexplicable condition—at first, I thought you were trying to insult me. Until later, I understood—"

He stuck to Xavier's ear and whispered like a demon:

"You are jealous."

"I……"

"Xavier, my little sweetheart. Uncle thinks you'll be jealous, and you're cute too."

The author has something to say:

Dakeng, the accent of the translator, the name persuades him to quit.Can this book be finished safely? (Lie

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