Mr. Consultant

More than half a month ago, on that chaotic and crazy night, Xavier looked at the swaying raindrops on the shore of Lake Michigan, thinking about many things that he had never thought about before.Complaining about the bruises on his knees, Giuseppe rubbed his slender waist into the bathroom.The sound of water fell quickly, like the wind and rain outside the window, falling without warning.

Xavier stared at the dark night in front of him, as if there was some unknown monster in it.Or, the night itself is a part of the monster.And at this very moment, he was standing in the belly of this colossus, driven by it, digested by it, and became a vassal under its fear.

He recalled what happened before, but for some reason, he always felt that everything was like a memory too long ago.From the time he decided to avenge Sandra, to the time when the consultant unbuttoned his shirt and straddled him.All kinds of thrilling, all kinds of soul tremors in between, now that the dust has settled, they are inexplicably unfamiliar to him.

But he still remembered Giuseppe's chest pressed up from behind, and the slender arms tightly surrounding him.And that momentary skin that wasn't soft, body that wasn't warm, and even comfort that wasn't intimate.However, the tears, the tears that slipped from those gray-green eyes, melted into his blood as if they were soaking straight into his heart, and made his brain crash.

Xavier knew that he was passionately in love with the consultant, but he never thought that this kind of love was so deep and strong.At that moment, not only did he want to cry, but he also wanted to hold Giuseppe in his arms and never let anyone see him again.

But he couldn't do it, even his breathing was stagnant, and an overwhelming sense of self-blame and regret swept over him, making him feel as if his soul had been shattered.Xavier had never experienced such emotions, and perhaps he had felt something similar before when Giuseppe scratched his leg for him during Total War.In reality, however, the two are different.Because in his heart at this moment, aside from those massive regrets, there is still a little helpless sadness.

He realized that Giuseppe was right, that he was undeveloped and self-important.

But he still stubbornly hopes, like Christians looking up to heaven, he wants to be a Don, a man who can protect Giuseppe.He didn't know the source of this obstinacy, and after all, it wouldn't have occurred to him not so long ago.But Xavier couldn't bear to give up this idea, because it seemed that this was the only possibility for him to get Giuseppe's love and attention.

Thinking of this, the little young master couldn't help scratching his hair, and forced his brain, which was a little blank due to the intense sex, to work again.He knew that he needed to consider some practical issues now, such as how to get rid of this irritable temper, and how to deal with Sandra's matter.

He knew that he and Giuseppe were two completely different characters.The consultant is like a precision-set instrument, and will not make any rash moves until the calculation is completed.But the ideas in his mind are often crazy, and often contain some kind of unreasonable adventure and ambition. In some ways, Xavier himself is the product of this adventure and ambition.

But Xavier, if anything, was a rather peculiar character.His handling of things is often very simple, and he will not change because of some complicated concerns like Giuseppe.He clearly understands and strictly follows his own ideas, although many times, he doesn't know the reason for this idea.But he still insisted on his point of view and believed in his own dogma.He didn't have Giuseppe's dexterous, almost delicate means, but once he had made up his mind, he was sure to get it done, and he would do anything.He only has goals in his eyes, so any way is just a way, not a specific response of his personality.

Xavier is vindictive, fierce, stubborn and tyrannical, a true "Sicilian".

However, there are still some fatal flaws in him, more fatal flaws than irritability.He is too easy to understand, and too easy to be guessed by others. He always likes to show his emotions on his face, easily revealing his purpose.Thinking of this, Xavier felt that he should talk less, and then he had better put on a gentle mask like the consultant.

But damn it, he really doesn't know what kind of gentle person's expression is!

Xavier had a headache, he tried hard to recall Giuseppe's face, and then concluded that the time that the consultant was serious in front of him was far less than the number of times he molested him with a whore-like tone.He found it ridiculous, why did he have to put on a grandiose appearance for a character like himself who looked like a robber in a suit?

Such tangled thoughts caused Giuseppe to see the young master leaning against the wall with a dignified expression after taking a bath.Worried that Xavier was still reminiscing about previous events, he chuckled at his affectation to himself.But still involuntarily, she slowly walked to the young master's side, hugged him gently in her arms, then touched his ears with her lips,

"Xavier, my little cutie, if you're scared, it's okay to let uncle hold you to sleep."

"Forget it." After hearing this, Xavier concluded with a blank face, and then looked at Giuseppe's bare chest that was still dripping with a bitter and bitter expression.He said:

"Giuseppe, I'm imitating your usual expression."

Damn sick!

The consultant glared at him viciously, then turned around and took a quilt, wrapped it around his body, and fell down at the end of the bed.With his back to Xavier, he was silent for a moment without words, and finally heaved a long sigh, and reluctantly took out half of the quilt.

Hey, Giuseppe, you should buy two beds.

All of the above, but can't solve your second fatal problem that plagues Xavier.Although Giuseppe killed the two thugs of the northern drug dealers, and although the consultant was not prosecuted by law, this matter is still not over for Sandra.

To some extent, Giuseppe was quite aware of the young master's thoughts, so he had warned Xavier to take the opportunity to stop and let the conflict between them turn over.But Xavier disagreed, even though he knew that the safe resolution of this matter was entirely due to the tacit understanding between the two parties.Giuseppe proved Barone's power with blood, while the northern drug dealers proved their compromise with power with silence. They didn't want to cause extra troubles, and they didn't want to disturb other forces.

But Xavier has other opinions. He understands Giuseppe's disposition and thinks that the consultant can give up many unnecessary feelings for the benefit.But Xavier can't, he still appreciates Sandra's generous help to him during the war, so he can't turn a blind eye to this matter.He didn't want to interfere with Giuseppe's decision, and understood his ruthlessness. In some respects, the young master quite agreed with this result.

It's just that family affairs are different from personal affairs after all. Sandra should not be wronged for their peace, and she deserves her part of the rights.

On this issue, Xavier's overriding stubbornness has gained the upper hand again, but he no longer dares to act without thinking.He intends to think about it calmly, and then find a way to achieve his goal.

The young master's first thought was how to hide his identity and make everything seem accidental and reasonable.He felt that he should find a few thugs, people outside the family, and there was no need to tell them specific information, as long as they took money to do things.Then he would try to hide from the advisor, that Sandra was a good cover, he had been visiting this poor woman a lot lately, and he could have an excuse to do something else.As for those targets, he knew very well, and Sandra told him many details, so that he could bribe the spies on the street to find traces of these enemies.

Xavier still has some personal connections in the slums, including a few fist-fighting friends. He treats these people to a drink in the tavern, and out of their mouths a few outlaws who need money .He also contacted these people privately and alone, pretending to be an agent of the underground society, to understand their embarrassment.Xavier didn't have much money at hand, and since the incident at the lake, his money had been firmly controlled by Giuseppe.But he still has other methods, such as taking one or two hundred-dollar bills from the wallet in the pocket of the suit while the consultant is taking a shower.

Fortunately, Giuseppe has a lot of money and has not found any problems so far, otherwise Xavier's fate may be no different from that big fat Albert.

In short, the young master has been elusive for several days, making Giuseppe quite suspicious of whether he has a lover outside.And the consultant, out of a strange mentality, dared not, and didn't want to know the answer to this question.Thankfully, Xavier was able to secretly gather a group of thugs, master the lives of those thugs, and try to teach these eyeless bastards a lesson.

But when he got the news from the spies on the street and returned to the Brownstone Building, the young master met Erwin, the poor Yankee congressman, in front of the glass revolving door.Erwin seems to be much more energetic than before, and his poor look has also been reduced a lot, and a pair of gray eyes are shining with vivid vitality.He was wearing a new, American-style silk-wool suit with a gold party badge pinned to the collar.The poor congressman was still cautious when facing Xavier, who was a head taller than him, but he was not as trembling as before.He said some daily politeness to the young master, and praised Giuseppe's kindness and good deeds, then got into the speeding black car and disappeared into the busy streets of Chicago.

Xavier felt a little inexplicable. He couldn't understand the reason for Erwin's appearance, and he didn't want to hear any praise about Giuseppe from that Yankee.He still has no idea why the consultant can behave meekly and kindly in front of others, but he has always been like the incarnation of Satan in front of him.

Of course, Xavier can also comfort himself. In the eyes of the consultant, he is definitely a person worthy of "special care".But Christ, he really hates Giuseppe's chattering preaching and sinister and cunning personality from the bottom of his heart!

Xavier sighed as he boarded the building's lift.In the office not far away, Giuseppe was throwing a red envelope into a desk drawer. He still had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and he was biting an unlit cigarette in his mouth.Seeing his sneaky movements, Xavier felt a little suspicious.So the young master leaned in front of Giuseppe, put his hands on the solid wood table, and asked him in a frivolous tone:

"My dear advisor, is this a love letter from someone?"

"Sorry, but at 36, I won't be getting any fucking love letters."

However, Giuseppe seemed to be in a bad mood. He looked at the young man pressing down like a high wall, and was taken aback for a while before he relaxed his frown.The consultant raised his head, twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, as a greeting, and then stretched out his hands to fumble on Xavier's chest.

Suddenly, that young master had a weird illusion of being played a hooligan.He tried his best to restrain his emotion of wanting to retreat, pretending to be fearless, and let the consultant touch all the way to the waist of his trousers.

"Where's your lighter?" Giuseppe raised his eyes and made an indistinct sound while biting his cigarette. Facing Xavier's expression of incomprehension, he explained:

"It looks like mine was thrown in the car."

After hearing this, Xavier nodded helplessly, and took out the lighter from his shirt pocket to light his cigarette.He looked down at the cloud of pure white smoke rising in front of Giuseppe's long eyelashes, softening the cold and indifferent look in those eyes.He maintained the posture with his hands on the desk, and said to the consultant:

"I met Erwin at the door."

"Oh, he came to report to me on some work matters. He has done a good job with Mr. Oliver and is expected to become the general manager of the campaign, so he specially brought me some gifts and hoped to repay Barone's kindness. Giuseppe took a sip of his cigarette, and slowly told Xavier what happened.He told the young master that this was the way the Mafia worked, the way it made loans and received them.It's just that they don't just provide money, they can also solve other, more complex problems.

Listening to Giuseppe's narration, Xavier suddenly felt guilty.He remembered that not long ago, at the banquet at the Barone Hotel, he asked the consultant what was the benefit of helping Erwin.And now, no doubt, Giuseppe saw the possibility of charging interest.Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask the consultant:

"Giuseppe, am I your failure?"

After hearing this, the consultant hung his neck and smiled lowly. He said:

"Xavier, you are not like him. In your affairs, I have no choice, and I don't need to think about failure or success."

He said so much, and didn't say the following words——

"Because no matter what, you are my little master, and you are my inexplicable confusion."

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