Mr. Consultant

Giuseppe was startled by Xavier's words, of course he will not forget, Sandra, Sandra Gallo.Because just half a month ago, he was still hugged by Xavier, and he appeared in front of that woman's door in such a rather embarrassing way.It's just that he didn't understand why she was sitting in such a place at such a time.

And out of the kindness of that meal of fried rice, Giuseppe opened the car door quickly despite his doubts.He pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and with the illumination of the headlights, he saw that not far away, with Xavier's support, the woman finally stood up limping.Sandra arched her back, moved a little slowly, and stumbled as if she couldn't bear the pain.Seeing Giuseppe, some bad premonition rose in his heart, and he immediately accelerated his pace.

The harsh light from the car headlights pierced through the ink-like night, making Sandra's beautiful face pale.Those big eyes that were as sweet as caramel were full of fear, and the face was filled with the undecided shock of escaping death.The woman trembled all over, and with bloody fingers, she grabbed Xavier's sleeve as if it was the last board she encountered before drowning in the stormy sea.

Giuseppe approached and found that Xavier clenched his teeth, and his side cheeks were stretched into a rigid, mature straight line.He knew that this was the expression of the young master's anger, but it was a little inexplicable, and he didn't know the reason for his anger.But when he looked down at Sandra, when he met the woman's eyes, he understood everything at once.

Sandra's face was covered with large and small bruises, and those new injuries were layered with old ones, making it impossible to tell the exact source.There was a deep gash on the arch of her right eyebrow, the flesh was turned outward, and a line of bright red blood gushed out from the unhealed wound.The blood flowed down the bruised and purple eyelids, flowed over the large bruised cheekbones, and stained half of the collar.

Sandra's eyes widened, her vision blurred, but she tried her best to meet the light and see Giuseppe's face clearly.The strange and peaceful power contained in the eyes of the consultant, like the warm sunshine dissolving ice and snow, made the strength that had supported her all the way to the brownstone disappear in an instant.She tried her best to lift the lips that were congested and cracked by the violence, moved her jaw that had been dislocated many times, and then told the consultant about the misfortune she had encountered.Her voice was so soft that it was almost covered by the sound of the car's engine, but her eyes were earnest as if praying to God.Seeing him, Giuseppe leaned over to her mouth full of gentlemanly courtesy, and listened to her whisper-like words.

"Sir, my almighty sir, I beg your kind alms! Otherwise he will kill me, he will kill me!"

Giuseppe listened to her nonsense, and at last a little real pity appeared in that gentle mask.He patted Sandra's shoulder lightly with his hand to calm her down, and comforted her by saying:

"Don't worry, he can't hurt you anymore. It's just that I still need to know his name, his origin, and what happened between you."

"Oh God." Sandra listened to his words and recalled those horrible experiences.Trembling as if convulsively, and chattering her teeth, she explained to Giuseppe what had happened.

"Alfonso, Alfonso Fabbri, that's his name... We met in the tavern, he used to be very good to me, but then he got into drugs. The factory didn't give him enough money. He borrowed it from his friends and never paid it back. I know it's not good, I want to break up with him, but he doesn't allow it... He hit me and threatened me if I told others would kill me without a burial. But my sir, I really can't stand him any longer!"

Giuseppe listened quietly, his handsome face was calm, even though he was also sad and angry for Sandra's fate, but he was already past the age of impulsiveness.In any case, it is impossible for him to show volcanic anger on his face like Xavier in front of him.The treacherous world taught him to be indifferent, to be cold and calm, and it also allowed him to ask without changing his face at this moment:

"Do you know the name of where he works? I need as much information as possible."

Giuseppe's gentle and gentle tone made Sandra gradually calm down.The poor woman, ashamed of her own stupidity, was also brought into a helpless lucidity by the influence of the advisor.She thought carefully about what she had said and done with Alfonso, and tried to give Giuseppe the most detailed information.she says:

"He works in an assembly plant in the north of the city and has a younger sister at home. He is Italian, 22 years old, short, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a little scar on his left elbow."

"Does he speak Italian?"

Sandra nodded, shedding tears of sadness from her bloodshot eyeballs, she confessed to Giuseppe: "Sir, I don't intend to disturb you, but I really have nowhere to go, I don't have much hope..."

"Please don't say that, I will always remember your kindness and you will always be a friend of Barone. It's just that you should have come earlier and called me or Xavier earlier, so I won't be as sad as I am now .” Giuseppe said this, the grief on his face had a definite substance.He frowned, patted Xavier on the shoulder again, and signaled the young master to take the poor woman to the hospital.

While Xavier supported Sandra, he looked up and looked into Giuseppe's eyes.Under the backlight, his blond hair shone brightly, exuding a godlike aura all over his body.Up to this moment, Xavier still did not understand the character of the consultant.Giuseppe is like the fickle and capricious woman sung in the opera.He seems indifferent, but the compassion on his face is so practical now; he seems kind, but the words he sometimes utters are so cruel.Thinking of this, Xavier couldn't help refuting his arrangement a little angrily. He waved his hand and ordered to the consultant:

"No, don't go to the hospital. There are not so many people in charge of security now. I will give her the room. You go and call the German guy. If possible, we will solve it in the brownstone building."

The German guy Xavier was talking about was the personal doctor who treated Giuseppe's leg wound during the total war.Due to the business relationship, Mafia members often encounter unexplainable injuries. In order to avoid going to the hospital to attract the attention of others, they usually invite private doctors for diagnosis and treatment when the injuries are not serious.These doctors are tight-lipped and will not disclose any information to unrelated people.

Giuseppe understood Xavier's concerns, and in some respects, he did not fail to consider this level of risk.It's just that for the consultant, he still has some other calculations in his heart.But in front of Sandra, the person outside the family, he could not veto Xavier's proposal no matter what, let alone engage in unnecessary arguments with him.

Giuseppe defined this emotion as his professional ethics. After all, he was afraid that Xavier would bring out the "Ten Commandments" and ask him to kneel on the ground to obey.Therefore, the consultant had no choice but to lower his head with a low eyebrow, and took out the key of the building from the inside pocket of his suit.He hoped that Xavier would send the poor woman to the third-floor room first, and wait until he disturbed the German doctor's dinner.

Xavier did as he did without any complaints. He took Sandra up to the elevator, looked helplessly at his messy room, and sincerely asked Sandra for forgiveness and resignation.Seeing his frustrated expression, Sandra couldn't help laughing.Her ribs were slightly hurt, which prevented her from breathing too hard, but she wanted to laugh anyway, and thanked Xavier from the bottom of her heart for her kindness.

Giuseppe's personal doctor arrived an hour later, and the tall German began to complain endlessly to the consultant as soon as he entered the door.Giuseppe ignored him, urging him to do some diagnosis on Sandra lying on the bed immediately.Fortunately, her injuries were not serious. Although those injuries looked horrific, they did not really damage the bones and nerves.The only troublesome thing is that she may have suffered a slight concussion, but as long as she rests, she will probably be able to recover.

The doctor explained the condition to her and left her a few painkillers for sedatives, and a box of bandages and ointments for trauma.He explained the usage and dosage of these drugs to Sandra, and told Giuseppe and Xavier to contact him by phone immediately if the situation changed.The consultant finished listening to his babble with a blank expression, just like when he was lying on the hospital bed back then.Since joining Barone's organization, or even earlier, when he was on Betoni Street, Giuseppe has suffered countless injuries and has become a half-educated quack.It's a pity that the German guy always despised this, and told him that if he didn't take a good rest, he might go bald one day in the future.

Giuseppe sent the crow away with a gloomy face, said goodnight to Sandra, and took Xavier back to his office.He was a little reluctant, and secretly blamed the young master for his untimely generosity. Did he just want to share a bed with a middle-aged uncle like himself?

Unfortunately, Xavier may really think that way, and even if he doesn't mean it, he won't have any resistance to it.But fortunately, he still swallowed these frightening thoughts and kept them in his heart, so as not to arouse the panic and anxiety of the consultant.He closed the solid wood door of Giuseppe's office, and saw the tall and handsome blond man in front of him without hesitation tearing off his tie and unbuttoning his coat, revealing his broad shoulders and slender waist.He suddenly felt some inexplicable palpitations, realizing the person he was about to share the bed with.He hesitated, pondering over and over again, considering a meaningless question:

Did he want to hold Giuseppe in his arms at night?

The consultant noticed his expression of bitterness and hatred, and thought that he was belatedly aware of the whole thing until now, and suddenly felt a little gloating.He took off the enamel cufflinks on his wrist, and while unbuttoning his shirt, he sarcastically said:

"Xavier, my lovely young master, what did you do wrong to be such a good and thoughtless person?"

After hearing his words, Xavier was taken aback for a moment, realizing that the consultant must have had some weird misunderstanding of his expression.But he didn't want to clear up the misunderstanding, and felt comfortable with Giuseppe's taunting, he countered:

"Do you think I really don't know what you're thinking?"

Giuseppe took off the pure white silk-cotton shirt, revealing a bare back.He didn't understand why Xavier came up with such a question, so he stopped his hands to untie his belt, frowning and hoping he would give some more information.

Xavier looked at Giuseppe's ivory-colored body reflecting the dim light, and the gold-rimmed glasses still had fine reflections flowing, like shooting stars bit by bit.He sighed, and continued to dismantle the mask of the consultant,

"Giuseppe, my advisor, do you know that when you heard 'City North Factory', there was a slight change in your face. You were afraid that Alfonso's seller was a Maldini figure , I didn’t want to get involved with them, so I refused to bring Sandra here... But, you should understand, she saved your life, you can’t let those bastards do violence to her!”

Suddenly being poked into his mind, Giuseppe was inevitably a little embarrassed and unhappy.Although he didn't want to help that poor woman, but the interests of the family were in front of him, so he had to hold back.He looked up at Xavier's expression, trying to read every ounce of exact emotion there.But that young master just looked at him quietly, with eyes that made him feel ashamed.

Giuseppe felt guilty. He knew that his decision was not wrong, but he still walked up to Xavier, bowed his head and apologized to him: "I let you down."

After hearing his words, Xavier felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, and he felt an uncontrollable pain.This kind of pain is so insignificant that it is almost not worth mentioning, but it exists stubbornly, almost obstructing breathing.

"Giuseppe, I'm not, I don't mean to blame you... I just find you hard to understand."

"Is it difficult for me to understand?" The consultant asked meaninglessly, then smiled lowly, the light hit his eyelashes, and cast a long, trembling shadow on his cheek.He looked at Xavier's somewhat cramped eyes, and repeated his question in a sweet, sigh-like voice,

"Xavier, am I having trouble understanding?"

"You are too difficult to understand."

As much as Xavier wanted to say it, he boiled everything down to a deep kiss, which he placed on Giuseppe's lips.

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Pfft, the young couple quarreled...