Mr. Consultant

Fernando Manca, Giuseppe learned this not special name from the mouth of that poor cornerman, Paolo.He didn't know much about the owner of the name, he only knew that the character should belong to the most stubborn group of old-school characters in the "Great Garden".Giuseppe met Fernando many years ago.He remembered that it was a tall, muscular middle-aged man with tough features, a man who was close to the mafia from his appearance.Giuseppe used to be quite fond of this build, so he glanced twice and got a look that looked like garbage.

Hey, after so many years, no matter how good the figure is, it should become a chubby Italian old man, even an Italian old man who can no longer get hard on the strippers in Caballero.Thinking of this, Giuseppe gloated a little, and at the same time very consciously threw away the cake in his hand.He has to persevere for a while longer, and he can't become some fat and bloated uncle prematurely, otherwise he will change from a gentleman who is bright on the outside and dark on the inside, into a gentleman who has failed both inside and out.

And after all, what else does he have besides this body?If his character were a little cuter, his attitude a little more gentle, and his voice a little nicer, he wouldn't have fallen to where he is today, and he wouldn't have dragged on for a long time, shamelessly relying on sex to win trust and love. warmth.What's even more unreasonable is that he was actually intoxicated by this kind of false warmth, and often worried, until he was suspicious all day long and couldn't find peace.

Giuseppe didn't understand what kind of emotion it was and how to name it.He just avoided, watching like an outsider, with a pounding heart.Many times, he wanted to grab the young master's collar directly and ask the reasons for everything.However, he felt guilty, afraid of knowing some issues that were actually clear.

The consultant was a little annoyed by this, he took off his pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and rubbed the bridge of his nose habitually.He felt that at this moment, there was no doubt that he should continue to think about Fernando's affairs, instead of involving some inexplicable doubts for such inexplicable feelings.So, the consultant, as usual, ended the topic rather self-deceivingly.

He thought again of Fernando, that old-fashioned figure who had been promoted in the war against Maldini 18 years ago, and had been doing some dispensable work in the "Garden" since then.But in fact, as far as Giuseppe heard, Don Barrone's evaluation, he is a very skilled member.And his qualifications are deeper than most people, even Gustavo.However, during the partisan struggle in the "Great Garden" in the past, he once strongly opposed Albert's position in the family.This made him offend Don Barone's face to a certain extent, violated the agreement of the Mafia, and kept him away from the core of power since then.

Such a character should be quite dissatisfied with the family and Albert.He may be out of revenge, maybe out of betrayal, maybe out of some other unknown reasons.But in any case, he has enough reasons and ability to play the role of the middleman and take away Albert's property.

Giuseppe's head began to ache again.Because, if there is no loophole in his assumption, then what he has to face now will be a powerful opponent who doesn't know how deep he is.Giuseppe was weary of this probing into the unknown, and in some respects of the immeasurable.However, right now he has to face these things, and even has to solve them.After all, he couldn't leave the problem to his young master who was more uncertain than the problem itself.

Moreover, now is not the time of war, and Giuseppe has a feeling in his heart that the "big garden" will start to do everything possible again, and it will be unpleasant to find him.From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to attract any unnecessary attention at this moment, just like he didn't want to attract any weird attention to that young master.He couldn't investigate this in a grand manner, let alone summon Germano with a phone call like the execution of Albert, and then achieve some kind of terrible once and for all.

He could only observe quietly, and even considered taking risks without telling the young master when necessary, and then went to the "big garden" himself.Giuseppe began to regret that he hadn't resolved the problem with Cesare as soon as possible. Although the corner man was not omnipotent, in this case, having a trustworthy person was always better than anything else.He didn't dare to let Luca do this, let alone Xavier, so he had to do it himself.

All in all, it is time for the advisor to apologize to Cesare and be ashamed of himself for his recklessness and impulsiveness.In fact, Giuseppe himself couldn't understand why he stubbornly protected Xavier's face at that moment, in front of the lakeside villa, regardless of any cost.He knew that Cesare was right. At that time, he chose to stay in Chicago, which was some kind of immeasurable stupidity.But he couldn't leave it, couldn't let it go, and even wanted to monopolize everything.

Even if this spine can't support it, even if these shoulders can't bear it, even if he has only a little ability in front of the huge vortex of fate, he is still beyond his control, trying to stand upright in that young master's world .

Well, upright.

"I think you are sick."

Giuseppe said this to himself, devastated by his own incorrigibility.He picked up the glasses on the table, and looked at the gold-plated watch in his hand:

At eleven forty-eight, Xavier hadn't returned.

That little young master may have really found a lover outside and had other hobbies, so he didn't realize it when he was fooling around at this time.Thinking of this, Giuseppe felt a little inexplicable jealousy and resentment. He felt that he should also go out, tidy up his face, and go to the street to catch a man who suits his appetite.

However, when he stood up from his seat, the consultant completely cut off such nasty thoughts.There was a dull pain in his lower back like a needle prick. This kind of pain made him lean against the wall in embarrassment, and then beat his lower back like an old man.

Giuseppe felt that he was getting old and couldn't bear the burden of life, so this man who had vowed to be indomitable just a second ago now felt that he should go to bed early and live the life of an old man in advance.He turned, and with his ivory-coloured, slender fingers, he pushed open the corner of the shutter.The night outside the window was thick, and it seemed to be raining lightly.The bright colors of neon lights intersect in the rain and fog, like some kind of illusion stage light and shadow.

Chicago, today is also staged a legend.

Giuseppe put down the window, determined not to wait for the young master to come back. After all, Xavier was an adult and didn't need his meticulous protection.This kind of thought made the consultant feel a little bit sad while feeling relieved.He loosened the elegantly patterned silk tie, took off the woolen suit on his body, and hung it up neatly.He unbuttoned his shirt again, took off his leather shoes and socks, and walked barefoot into the inner bedroom.

And just as he was about to walk into the bathroom, Xavier, the young master, appeared in front of the bedroom door.He stared at Giuseppe's half-naked, tall and straight body in astonishment, and it took him a long time to realize the real purpose of the consultant.He was rather guilty and dismissed the horrible idea that Giuseppe would be lying in bed waiting for him.

The young master closed the door in embarrassment, then touched his chin with his hand, and raised his honey brown eyes.He said to Giuseppe with a serious look that seemed to see through everything:

"You can go take a shower first, but wait, wait I want to tell you something, something very important."

When Giuseppe heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He felt his chest was a little stuffy, and there was even a bitter feeling in his mouth.He knew that Xavier was finally going to have a showdown with him, and he was about to reluctantly learn the name of that hateful lover.While mourning, Giuseppe also felt a great sense of helplessness.After all, how could he, a prostitute who was not worthy of love, persuade a romantic and passionate man?

But he still, still, had to, try to pull himself together.Slowly, he took down the cream-colored silk nightgown from the hanger beside the bed, and put it on his body.The snow-white duvet was dented, warm, not at all like his heart that had almost frozen into ice.

Giuseppe sat on the edge of the bed, looked up at the young master's unusually serious expression.He took a few breaths, making sure he could take all sorts of blows, and then he said:

"You can tell me now, otherwise how can I take a bath with peace of mind?"

Xavier nodded wordlessly, and sat opposite Giuseppe.He carried a slight chill of an early spring night, and that chill seemed to be long-legged and thorny, and it could actually seep into the skin and bone marrow.Xavier was silent, making the atmosphere even more oppressive. He stared at Giuseppe's face without glasses, and felt that the emotion in those gray-green eyes was somewhat rare and real.He said:

"Giuseppe, I took care of those bastards who hurt Sandra."

"what?"

Giuseppe could hardly believe his ears. It took him about a minute to figure out why Xavier left early and returned late.He was angry, at his own stupid guesswork, at his stupid guilt, at Xavier's unimaginable action.

But just before he wanted to yell, Xavier suddenly leaned over and pressed Giuseppe's shoulders with a pair of big hands.The feeling that the safe distance was suddenly breached made Giuseppe tremble all over. He couldn't help looking into Xavier's eyes, trying to find some familiar emotions from those beast-like eyes.

But Xavier just watched him quietly, breathing with him, and he seemed to be a strange figure, a figure that Giuseppe could not have expected at all.This made the consultant's hair stand on end, and instinctively set up all his defenses.

Xavier knew that it was best to keep this matter in his stomach and never mention it to anyone for the rest of his life.However, he felt a great pressure, which urged him to confide in others, to the people he trusted and loved the most.Even though the confession itself was an invisible injury, he was still surprised by his calmness. He had never been so clear-headed and organized like this moment. He could even detect the slightest trace of fear on Giuseppe's face. expression.

"You have to know that the deal you reached with the drug dealers is an agreement made by Barone and other organizations, not Sandra's fairness." Xavier looked calm, and explained to Giuseppe in a tone of stating the facts, He said: "So I got a few helpers, a few helpers who wouldn't be picked up by the police, and made it look like a street fight. I was alone with them, I didn't do anything, and I didn't want to tell Sandra. I Just sit in the car and watch them get punched and kicked and then pay like you would buy something and close the deal. You don't need to worry, I didn't kill anyone, I just made them suffer."

Giuseppe listened to his explanation and finally realized what had happened.Christ, Xavier, that young master, how could he do such a thing!He wanted to say a few words of persuasion, telling Xavier that violence could not solve the problem, but right now his mind was filled with astonishment and doubt.Giuseppe didn't know where to start. Should he reprimand the young master for his recklessness, or do some shady actions behind his back?But what was Xavier wrong?He was careful enough, and he had his reasons.

It's just, it's just that this isn't like his little master.

Giuseppe couldn't figure out what caused Xavier's earth-shaking changes in less than a month.He is not obsessed with the impulsive and ignorant young master in the past, and even in some respects, Xavier now looks like a real mafia member.But Giuseppe was still uneasy, he felt that Xavier in front of him was too strange, as if a completely different soul had been replaced into that body.He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the bold eyes, and trembling his eyelashes, he said:

"Xavier, it's not a question of whether the cops will find out, I just think you should discuss this matter with me."

"Discuss with you...and then persuaded by you to give up due morals...Giuseppe, you have to admit an established fact. I and you are different characters, with different thinking. I can't be like you Deal with things that way, but you can't... sooner or later you can't interfere with my decisions."

The young master felt a little guilty, and deeply felt his ruthlessness.But he felt that at this moment, this matter must be clarified.Because this is great news for both of them.After Xavier finished speaking, he looked anxiously at the broken hair on Giuseppe's forehead, and saw the luster trembling on the broken hair due to breathing.He was afraid, afraid that the consultant would question his statement, so afraid that he wanted to kiss him hard.

"Xavier..." After a long time, Giuseppe raised his eyes, a pair of gray-green pupils reflected the lights, shining like stars.He sighed and said:

"Uncle has no choice but to forgive your willfulness."

Xavier listened, and let out a soft laugh from his throat.Taking advantage of Giuseppe's inattention, he stretched out his hand to wrap his head around his head, and put his forehead against his forehead, and at that extremely intimate distance, he concluded:

"Honey, it's obvious that you are more self-willed."

The author has something to say:

The end of molesting too much is being anti-molested~