Mr. Consultant

Xavier actually regretted it, he felt that he was a huge idiot, and he would let his anger go to his head like this.After he came out of the bathroom, he saw the empty office and was curious about the whereabouts of the consultant, so he instinctively wanted to find Luca to find out.Then, right in front of the baby-faced youth assistant, he heard the conversation between Giuseppe and Kate.

Xavier was suddenly furious. On the one hand, he was dissatisfied with the atrocities of those drug dealers.On the other hand, a certain feeling of being betrayed by Giuseppe filled his mind, blocked his rationality, and made him feel a piercing pain.However, the nature of this kind of betrayal, which is like a sharp knife, is extremely complicated in the final analysis.

Xavier still remembered that Giuseppe once swore to him at the desk that all the problems around Sandra had been resolved, and this woman would never suffer any harm again.But it turns out that that hysterical workaholic Mr. actually discounted his business.This made Xavier feel embarrassed, ashamed of his trust in Sandra, and blamed Giuseppe for his slightly sloppy handling from the bottom of his heart.Moreover, at the very moment when the problem occurred, Giuseppe actually tried to isolate him from the incident, so that he would not know the reason for Sandra's re-injury.

Xavier did not understand the decision of the consultant. He felt that Giuseppe was xenophobic and expressed disbelief in his methods and principles.He found sadly that although the consultant had said that he would let him take over the family affairs, there was no change in essence. Giuseppe would still monopolize the power at a critical moment, and he would still be stubborn on issues that affect his interests.He was just perfunctory, flattering, trying to get some kind of stable environment, so as not to fall into a situation where he was under attack from both sides.

When Xavier thought of this, although he didn't want to doubt anyone, he still had to consider whether there was a possibility that the consultant had done it intentionally.After all, if the drug dealers under Maldini's administration take action against Sandra, it will definitely become a powerful weapon on the negotiating table, and it will become a testimony that the other party has torn up the treaty, and then Barone will gain innumerable benefits.However, Xavier really didn't want to admit that Giuseppe was a cold-blooded man who would sacrifice friendship for money.

But in fact, unfortunately, that Mr. Consultant is such a man in most cases.

And this kind of thought, while exhausting Xavier physically and mentally, also made him feel an inexplicable shame.Because not so long ago, on his way home with Sandra, he had advertised to that woman his foolish and helpless love for the consultant.But now, a few hours later, he himself can doubt his lover for granted, and even imagine him as evil as Satan!

The guilt made him calm down a little, but he couldn't get rid of the thoughts of revenge that were circling in his mind.He knew that Giuseppe had been targeted by the police, and it was impossible to retaliate against those drug dealers.All the consultant can do right now is to negotiate with Maldini and then blackmail a lot of compensation.

But that's Barone's interest, not Sandra's fairness!

Therefore, Xavier planned to do it himself, as long as he did it fast enough and well enough, he would not be discovered, nor would he attract Maldini's suspicion.Because he was a new face, and most of the Mafia in Chicago had no friendship with him.The young master had seen information about drug dealers in the northern lakeside area in the database of the Brownstone Building.He knew that they were based in the abandoned warehouse and were guided by Maldini.

Xavier naively thought that knowing this information was enough.He felt that these people were just a few bottom-line sellers, no different from those gangsters in the slums who were looking for trouble all day long, so as long as they were a little intimidating, they would bow their heads like slaves.

But he forgot that these drug dealers were backed by Maldini.Moreover, don't they really know about the relationship between Sandra and Giuseppe? Could it be that they will provoke the huge Barone so unprepared?

Hey, the reason is that Xavier still doesn't know much about the business.Because no matter where he went to inquire, he would know that the drug dealer group in the northern lakeside area was the most vicious, largest, and most immoral group in Chicago.And in the final analysis, Maldini has coexisted with them for so many years, and he did not annex them in one fell swoop. It is precisely because he is as powerful as Maldini that he is not sure to do this.

And now, Xavier, this thoughtless young master, is trying to fight them single-handedly!

All of the above caused the young master to encounter the most thrilling scene he had ever seen after getting off the car, second only to Maldini's pursuit.Xavier didn't dare to take out his gun. Facing more than a dozen thugs with machetes, he suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.He knew that there must have been some huge deviations in his plan, and he knew quite clearly that if he did not make up for this deviation, he would surely die without a place to bury him.

Night has fallen, and there is no moon or star in the deep blue sky.The dilapidated street lamp in the distance emits a faint light in the wind, like a god, overlooking the silent crowd on the ground.The shadows spread on the sand and stones, crawling and extending like a devil's palm, and spreading branches and leaves like vines.The air filled with gunpowder is infiltrating and infiltrating, invading the bones and blood vessels of each other.

Xavier's brain was running fast, and cold sweat was seeping from his back, but he was still trying to breathe slowly.He didn't want the expression on his face to betray his guilt, so he pretended to be calm and said to the drug dealers:

"Excuse me, gentlemen, is this the Marlton area?"

His words dissipated in the evening wind, like a pebble, causing ripples of discussion among the crowd.Thick Irish accents came and went, and they exchanged glances, as if they wanted to draw a relatively reliable conclusion based on mutual evidence.A moment later, a short, middle-aged man pushed aside the crowd, walked up to Xavier, and said kindly:

"Big man, you seem to be going the wrong way. I don't know where the shitty Marlton area is, but you'd better get out of here as soon as possible. As long as you forget this experience, I can swear, I And my friends will do you no harm."

After hearing what he said, Xavier knew that this was a great opportunity. He nodded sincerely and expressed his heartfelt thanks to those people.Then, as if literally running for his life, he turned around impatiently.Hoping to get in the consultant's light green Buick and go back to the Brownstone for some kind of heartfelt apology with Giuseppe.

He felt that this matter was too stupid, he didn't understand, what went wrong in his brain, that he thought of this idea of ​​seeking revenge for Sandra alone?Christ, the counselor must be very angry now, and may swear to never have any contact with him again.

"Xavier, you are at a loss."

The little young master was a little depressed thinking this way, but he heard someone calling him from behind.The one who spoke was still the short and stout man from before. He pulled out the penis on his waist and ordered Xavier:

"Don't move, just turn your back to me and raise your hands!"

Xavier's heart was suddenly suspended. He didn't know what happened behind him. He could only hear the footsteps on the sandy ground getting closer in the silence.He was afraid that he would show his flaws, and he was even more afraid that he would die here for no reason.For some reason, he actually remembered his own, that inexplicable vision.He hadn't been a character yet, hadn't been a Don, and he couldn't end his life just like that.

But now, his life is [-]% out of his hands.

The middle-aged man had already believed Xavier's words, and knew nothing about his identity as the leader of Barone. He only thought that he was an unlucky guy who drove to this desolate place by mistake.However, when Xavier turned around, he found a tattoo of a three-headed dog on the back of the young man's neck.

On the neck of Young Master Barone, there is a tattoo of a three-headed dog.

"Wait, I've changed my mind," he said, waving to his men, who he told them to tie Xavier hand and foot to the pile of scrap steel outside the warehouse.Xavier couldn't figure out the situation at all. He thought of the possibility of his identity being exposed, but he didn't know the reason for this exposure anyway.So he had no choice but to maintain the lie he said earlier, and tried his best to argue:

"What the hell do you mean? I'm just going the wrong way..."

"Xavier Barone."

The astonishment that his name was called made the young master lose his voice immediately. He was stunned for a while before struggling again, expressing that he had nothing to do with the person named "Xavier".But the others just smiled lowly, which made him laugh creepily, and then two thug-like figures dragged him to the lake.The leading middle-aged man explained a few words to them in Irish dialect, then kicked and beat him meaninglessly, and then took the rest of his men and drove away in the cars parked in the shadows.

Xavier faced the lake without waves, like a dark sky, he knew that he was done, and a cold temperature rose from his blood.He wanted to laugh a little, he felt like the most insignificant clown in the world, who lived for more than [-] years inexplicably, and inexplicably died of his arrogance and ignorance.

He thought of his past in the slums, and his biological mother, whose face is now unclear. He felt that life was a mess, and it seemed like a comedy that only the bystanders were happy.He recalled Giuseppe again, and recalled most of the bad things about that advisor, and the occasional, little good things that appeared.He still loves him, loves him deeply, as evidenced by all the heartache and sorrow at this moment, until the end of his life, he is still stubbornly and stupidly in love with him.

At such a time, Xavier actually figured out the reason for his love for the consultant.Giuseppe was his life, his many bad problems, and the rare light in those problems.He mocked contemptuously, criticized harshly, and even denied unreasonably.It's all because Giuseppe has been with him for too long, and has long been integrated with his unbearable memories.

But even so, he embraced life sincerely, because he wanted to be a character, and he wanted to be a character worthy of Giuseppe.He knew that Giuseppe was his obsession, the crux of his thoughts day and night since he was a boy. How strong his thoughts were, the guilt towards that consultant was so clear.

People, people who are contradictory, even so, they have to fall in love hard.

Xavier sighed deeply. He had already foreseen his own destiny, and he could only pray that the waves of Lake Michigan would not take him away, but let him wait for the consultant to find him.The thugs were at the ready, putting the cold barrel of the gun against the back of Xavier's head, counting silently, fingers on the trigger.

And then, the next second, the next second this is happening.

The tires rolled over the gravel-covered ground, making a crackling sound like sparks bursting.The engine at the extreme speed let out a roar, and with the dazzling light, it pierced through the boundless shadows.

Xavier didn't dare to look back, he heard the sound of the car door opening and the sharp roar of the engine.He knew it was a gunshot, a gunshot with gunshots, but he didn't understand why he was still alive.The corpses of the thugs fell into the lake, splashing the same thick black water, but they didn't even have time to react.

That young master, limited by the situation where his hands and feet were bound, could only prick up his ears to listen to the sound of footsteps from far to near behind him.And while lamenting that he survived the catastrophe, he also laughed at the hero's strides.He felt that it must be Gustavo, or Gustavo's soldiers, after all, the second in command controlled most of the Barone family's army, and he was capable of doing this kind of behavior like a western movie.And no matter how bad it is, it should be Cesare's troops, because in a short period of time, the consultant can only mobilize his confidants.

And just when Xavier was guessing the true identity of the hero, he was suddenly hugged from behind by a pair of slender and powerful arms, and a familiar aroma of high-grade tobacco hit his nostrils, carrying something like Magnetic attraction.Xavier couldn't believe it:

Giuseppe, that consultant, that hysterical workaholic, would go racing to rescue him himself!

And when he lowered his head and saw the shiny, gold-plated watch, all these unbelievable things became facts.

In the chaos of senses, the young master suddenly realized that Giuseppe's body hugging him tightly was trembling.A few drops of cold and pure liquid flowed down his neck slowly along the part where the tip of the nose and the ear were in contact.

Xavier was speechless for a moment,

He knew Giuseppe was crying.

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