Mr. Consultant

"Giuseppe, Giuseppe..."

Xavier was tied hands and feet, and could only be hugged tightly by the consultant.Startled by Giuseppe's tears, he couldn't figure out what was going on.He suspected that the consultant had gone mad with anger, or that his nerves were finally crushed by those piles of work. The one who needed to apologize should be himself, but Giuseppe, why did he act so remorseful?

Thinking of this, the young master lightly touched Giuseppe's body with his elbow, trying to save him from this inexplicable emotion.But Giuseppe, the advisor, drew his arms tighter and tighter, as if he would disappear if he let go.

Xavier felt that it was difficult to breathe, and a large part of his clothes were wet with tears, but perhaps because the distance between the two hearts was too close, or because of the unconsciousness of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, he was actually in a hazy layer of emotion, I understand the concern of the consultant.

He also suddenly understood that the consultant was actually not as cold as he appeared, and even in some respects, his attachment to Xavier was nothing more than love.

Giuseppe is just too duplicity, too good at hiding his intentions, and he likes to make troubles and complicate simple problems.He just dedicated all his energy to his work and Barone's career, even in private, turning into some kind of insecure, lonely and boring middle-aged uncle.He has few hobbies, but he has few friends to talk to. Most people just regard him as a quitting male whore, a well-dressed villain, or a hysterical workaholic.

But Xavier, the young master, was an accident for him after all.Giuseppe found it somewhat unbelievable that since a long time ago, since Xavier was a wild child whose height only reached his waistline, he had some inexplicable feelings for this young master.This kind of emotion drives him to persist in those things that he knows he hates.Even when Don Barrone passed away, the only chance he had to get rid of the mafia life, his mind was full of how to take care of the young master's life and teach him his words and deeds.

Although the method is brutal and brutal, Xavier has been stubbornly saving him, preventing him from becoming some kind of delicately set instrument, and preventing him from falling into a life of mechanical repetition.Although Giuseppe was quite disgusted with this kind of disruption to the inherent laws, but without Xavier, without his chattering harassment, his life would definitely become more dull.

Of course, maybe what the little young master did was unconscious, and even contained a bit of insidious calculation.But it didn't matter, because when Giuseppe realized that he might lose them forever, all he had in his heart was infinite sorrow and painful feelings.

Why hadn't he noticed it before?

Xavier, the little bastard, had long been a part of his life, entangled with him, and left him helpless.And Gustavo was right, it was Giuseppe who wanted to monopolize all of Xavier.He didn't want the young master to leave his life, just as eyes in the sun couldn't adapt to the darkness, so he couldn't bear those monotonous days anymore.

And he almost, just a little bit, destroyed with his own hands, the only remaining light in his life.

Therefore, when Giuseppe held Xavier in his arms, when he found that the body was still full of heat, a kind of joy like amnesty flooded his soul.He himself couldn't explain the reason clearly, but the tears just flowed down like this, so naturally, as if they should flow down like this.

However, at this moment, Xavier didn't know how to comfort him.The consultant seems to be made of iron, he never shows too many expressions, let alone have too many emotions.So it was a long time before Xavier remembered, and said to Giuseppe:

"Sir, can you untie the ropes that bind me first?"

After hearing this, Giuseppe let go of his arms as if awakened from a dream. He quickly took two steps back, then stared at the back of the young master's head, and sniffed childishly.Xavier wanted to laugh at this very much, but felt that it was a bit out of place.For right beside him, in the shallows along the lake, lay the corpses of the two Giuseppes.And with the light of the car lights, Xavier can still see clearly the astonished expression on their faces.

Giuseppe retrieved a pair of metal scissors from the Ford and used them to untie the ropes from Xavier's hands and feet.Then, unfolding a large tarp bag, he said to Xavier:

"Come and help."

The young master was a little baffled by this. He didn't understand what kind of almighty Giuseppe needed his help.However, due to the irrepayable life-saving grace of the consultant, he had no choice but to stand up from the ground and kick his legs that were numb from kneeling for a long time.Then, he saw the consultant took off his suit jacket, walked to the water's edge, and tried to drag the body in the water to the lake shore.

Xavier's scalp exploded all of a sudden, and he felt that Giuseppe must be some kind of terrifying figure, who could carry the corpse so calmly.When he was in the slums, it wasn't that he didn't see dead people, and he even picked wallets from those unlucky ones.However, the objects he killed with his own hands should always be different. Although Xavier has not taken any human life so far, he still stubbornly believes that there should be a little guilt and pity in it.

But Giuseppe didn't, his expression was as natural as moving tables and chairs.He stuffed the man on the right, who was shot in the head, into the waterproof bag, and then looked at Xavier's complicated expression of hesitating to speak, and asked in a low voice:

"Why, do I have brains on my shirt?"

Xavier just felt a nausea. He didn't know why Giuseppe, who seemed to be a character who had nothing to do with violence, could ask such a creepy question so calmly.As for Giuseppe, it seemed that he could see the clue from Xavier's pale face.While grabbing the neck of the man on the left, trying to drag him out of the water, he explained to the stunned young master:

"They have bullet holes in their bodies. Maybe the bullets are still inside. If they are burned on the spot like this, they may attract cops. So we had to take them away and let Cesare send someone to deal with them."

After he finished speaking, he added a rather serious sentence:

"It's literally, 'processing.'"

Xavier's tongue was a little knotted, and it took a lot of effort for him to speak a complete sentence.But the content of the sentence is quite straightforward, undisguised, revealing his own guilty conscience at this moment,

"Giuseppe, don't you mean to carry him... them?"

"That's right." The consultant gave the answer quite confidently, and then stuffed another unlucky ghost into the bag.He bent down and closed the zipper of the waterproof bag, and the metal teeth in the zipper scraped, making a series of harsh sounds.Giuseppe looked at the young master who had only an appearance, and thought to himself that the useless thing only fucked him with terrifying strength.He kicked the plastic bag full of dead bodies on the ground, and said to Xavier:

"Okay, help me carry this bag to the car, or I will count you for stealing my car."

After hearing this, Xavier made the sign of the cross in front of his chest in a useless manner, and then he and Giuseppe threw the bag into the trunk of the Ford car.Before leaving, Giuseppe glanced at his Buick car full of nostalgia.He knew that this beautiful light green machine, which had just been repaired in Total War, was destined to have nothing to do with him.

In fact, Giuseppe was just pretending that nothing happened in front of Xavier.His fingertips were still trembling, and he still had the icy cold feeling when he pulled the trigger.But Giuseppe knew very well that he could not show any panic or even the slightest wavering in front of that young master.Because he didn't dare to let Xavier know that there were too many fallacies in this matter, and those two poor men were not dead.

He was afraid that Xavier would regret it and feel guilty because of it, which made him feel worse than death.

Giuseppe thought so sadly, and drove the black Ford car all the way south, crossing the complicated roads in the suburbs of Chicago.He has a vacant villa by the lake in the south, and he plans to go there to get in touch with Cesare and have someone come and deal with the corpse.Before that, he had better avoid all densely populated places, so as not to leave too many witnesses.

And as a family advisor, Giuseppe would have enough people to do this kind of dirty crime for him, and he didn't have to have blood on his hands for it.But he was stubborn, unwilling to seek any helper other than Cesare.Hey, if Gustavo knew about this, he would definitely use all his words to reprimand Giuseppe for his stupidity.

"Forget it, taking care of that little bastard is already fucking stupid."

And just when Giuseppe was sarcastically judging in his heart, he saw the flickering car lights not far away converging into a river in the night.He was a little uneasy, realizing that something must have happened ahead, but the distance was too far to let him know any relevant information.

Xavier, the poor young master, seemed even more flustered than the murderer himself.He sat up from the back of the chair, sat upright, and said to the consultant:

"Giuseppe, what happened?"

"I don't know." Giuseppe answered his question briefly, then parked the car on the side of the road, and started a low-pitched conversation with the owner in front of him with a polite and kind look.After a while, he returned to the car and explained to the young master with a serious expression:

"There was a robbery near here, and the cops set up road cards to check one by one."

Xavier was taken aback by his words. Of course, this young master had nothing to do with the robbery, but there were still two corpses in their trunk!He felt that the blood in his whole body was about to freeze, and he deeply cursed this ridiculous fate.His mind was filled with the horror of the arrest, the shock on the cops' faces as they opened the waterproof bags, and the sad realization that he had just fled from one hell to another.

Giuseppe, however, seemed to remain calm.He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, then tousled his short, neatly combed blond hair, loosened his tie, and undid a few buttons on his shirt.When he was done, he patted his cheeks, filling his cheekbones with a bloodshot blush.After that, he reached out, over Xavier's legs, and took out a small unopened bottle of whiskey from the glove box, and drank it clean in a blink of an eye.

Xavier looked stunned, watching the consultant's every move, the police officer in reflective clothing was already walking towards them, getting closer and closer, and even about to see the situation inside the car clearly.

"Sweetie, you are my assistant now."

After Giuseppe finished speaking, he got out of the car like a drunk, and shook hands with the police officers crookedly.They were full of vigilance, drew their guns and pointed at Giuseppe's forehead, and shouted at him:

"Don't move, raise your hand and say your name!"

Giuseppe seemed to hear a joke, and laughed softly.He still maintained that drunken expression, and then used an acting skill comparable to an academy award, and said to the police officers with his tongue out:

"You guys, don't you know who I am? Listen, I know your boss, he has a good relationship with me. And I, I don't want those chicks in the car to be spooked, so you better put your guns down , and let me pass."

The police officers looked at him carefully, and based on the high-end suit Giuseppe was wearing and the gold-plated watch on his hand, it was very likely that he was a rich man who had sex in a villa by the lake .They often deal with these people, and they also know the inviolable power behind these people.This kind of thought made them back down worriedly, and they began to exchange glances hesitantly.

Giuseppe knew that something was possible, he took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, counted several hundred-dollar bills and held them in his hand, and urged impatiently:

"Okay, let's get this over with! You guys can share the benefits equally, and I can take those girls home."

The police officers saw the thick wad of banknotes illuminated by the light, and felt that the matter was quite lucrative.They are all low-level employees, without too many vacations, let alone a lot of salary. The benefits given to them by Giuseppe can be worth half a year's salary.With the same thought in mind, these people exchanged glances again, and impatiently took the banknotes from the consultant's hand.

Giuseppe nodded, walked back and started the car, and then sped away like the wind.

It wasn't until he was far away that Xavier asked cautiously:

"Giuseppe, my almighty advisor, how on earth did you manage those notes?"

Giuseppe lit a cigarette with one hand, bit it in his mouth, suddenly smiled a little mysteriously, and said:

"I told them you were my lovely blonde with big tits and big butt."

The author has something to say:

Hey, they both belong to each other, so what a good life...