Mr. Consultant

In another room of the Barone Hotel, just across the wall from Salvatore, Giuseppe wiped his hair with a towel while pushing open the glass door of the bathroom.He was a little restless, a little worried about Xavier's situation, and because of this, from the bottom of his heart, he felt a certain desire to go to the next door to find out the truth.He wanted to know why the young master agreed to protect Salvatore, their most unquestionable enemy.

Giuseppe, however, was quite aware that he had no right to do so.The young master already had his own ideas, and he definitely didn't want others to interfere in his affairs, just like Giuseppe himself, he also didn't want Xavier to interfere in his business.So the consultant had no choice but to wait impatiently, waiting for the young master to explain the reasons for all the decisions to him.

Giuseppe was not used to this kind of waiting. After all, only in rare cases would he be so clueless and passively accept Xavier's orders.He usually instigates others and conspires, instead of being in this situation of being controlled by others and watching others.What's more, he is obeying some unpredictable things, he is afraid of those unpredictable results, and also afraid of being attacked in vain.

But while he was afraid, he also had no room for resistance, and he didn't even have any regrets.He clearly realized that he had to get used to this kind of thing and this kind of status gap.Because at the end of the day, this is going to be their working relationship for decades to come.Even Don Barone could not have any secrets with Giuseppe.Because many times, when they make up their minds to do something, no matter how detailed explanations will lose all their meaning.These superior gentlemen all understand a very simple truth, many whimsical ideas are destined to be suspected by ordinary people, so they can only use facts to explain all right and wrong, all right and wrong.

It's just that Giuseppe didn't want to be classified into the "mortal" camp prematurely.Somewhere in his heart, he still retains a sense of superiority as the young master's lover, or an inexplicable expectation.He was convinced that Xavier treated him differently in private, but was always compelled to bring that feeling to work.

Thinking of this, Giuseppe felt that he should be calm and calm. He should not give up his hysteria, let alone his stubborn nature as a workaholic.He should put family affairs in a higher position, instead of being swayed by some kind of damn love.Even if Xavier didn't tell him about those specific affairs, even if the young master didn't actually trust him that much, it was just a matter of profit, and it was just a game of success or failure.

But despite the temptation of money and obsession with power, they are still the closest lovers, and they still don't have any ridiculous doubts.This may be their unique, cruel and ruthless way of life, and the morality of life that they cannot betray.Love is not unimportant to them, but before that, they are figures of the Mafia, and they have to shoulder the fate of the family.If those good and evil punishments come, those doomed misfortunes come, they will not, and cannot, have any complaints about it, and any hope of escaping.Only when they turn around, only when they lie quietly among the white roses, can they be allowed to shed a little teardrops of grief for their beloved.

They are the most fragile scars in each other's hearts, the epitome of all the tenderness in this world.

Giuseppe took out a bottle of expensive imported whiskey from the bar, opened the bottle cap, and poured the liquor into the glass.He watched the amber liquid spill over the sides of the glass, soaking in the dim light, and the dejected look on his face.The consultant had never imagined that Xavier's concealment of the situation from him would be such a frightening thing.He thought he could be magnanimous, that he could set an example worthy of a twelve-year age difference.But in fact, he couldn't avoid being suspicious because of some trivial matters, and he couldn't ignore the young master's words and deeds.

He should think of something else, and stop being like a woman, complaining about the unsatisfactory things in life caused by his lover.Giuseppe took a sip of his wine, intending to find his Havana cigars, and then completely forget about these inexplicable questions.He should think more about Maldini's weakness and what happened to Salvatore.And as for that hopeless love, Christ, he lived just as well without these things!

Because of that accident, that poor uninvited guest, Erwin's party had to be called off.In a restrained and gentle tone, the changed Yankee congressman apologized to the guests and persuaded them to leave.In the past, Erwin would never have acted like this. After all, he would have to muster up a lot of courage even to talk to that young master.However, those jobs with Mr. Oliver and those wonderful experiences with the mafia gave him a certain transformation in the depths of his soul, and he developed a little ability to deal with disasters.

He has not become fearless, nor has he received some kind of license.He just understood that some things always have to be done, so he gave up some unnecessary cowardly escapes.Just like now, he is also afraid of the blood in front of his eyes, and the strange visitors in front of him, but he knows that he is the host of this banquet, and he should be responsible for everything to the end.What's more, there are all important figures present, and they are all typical examples who cannot bear offense and stimulation.

So, he explained the misfortune of this accident to those distinguished gentlemen in a good voice, and asked them to keep a little sobriety and calmness.He politely invited these big shots outside the door in order of seniority and watched them leave safely.The evening wind blew his hair, and it cast an inexplicable light and shadow under the street lamp.

Wrapped in a woolen shawl, Daisy comforted the terrified women, but was also secretly terrified.After everyone left, she returned to the hall with heavy steps without saying a word.In front of the Barone Hotel, so only Erwin and the consultant were left, only the tobacco aroma in their breath.

Erwin was silent for a while, and took out the lighter from his pocket after a while. He lit a high-end cigarette for Giuseppe, and then frowned and asked his own question:

"Sir, I hate to think this way, but is Chicago about to experience a storm, a real bloodbath? I witnessed a street fight between gangs at this time last year. I just want to confirm your Safe, I have no fear of war itself."

Giuseppe looked into his eyes, and from those real pupils, he read some kind of worry without falsehood.Although he understands very well that Erwin is more concerned about his family, his work and support, the backer named Barone, and the thoughts of the person in charge of this backer, Giuseppe.He didn't want to lose everything he had now, and he didn't want to go back to a situation where he had achieved nothing.But Giuseppe still felt a little inexplicable warmth about it. They all grew up in pain and suffering, and finally got what they deserved.This strange similarity made the consultant recall his hard work, the past events on Betoni Street, and those life-and-death struggles.He said:

"Erwin, my loyal friend, you don't need to worry about this. Bullets and assassinations are common encounters for us, but this time it happened to appear in your eyes. And you, as a completely Irrelevant people should forget about this incident as soon as possible, then pretend that nothing happened, tie your tie, go to the parliament building to get money happily, and don't care about these dangerous and dirty transactions. "

Erwin listened to his words, thinking about the meaning behind the words in his heart, Giuseppe should not just comfort him, there should be something else that needs his promise.Working next to important people, Erwin has learned to read people's hearts. He can understand their intentions in advance without the need for his boss to explain them, and respond appropriately to them.So, after listening to Giuseppe's speech, he nodded vigorously and vowed to do his best for the friendship between the two parties.

Satisfied with his answer, Giuseppe smiled softly like a fox again.He raised his arm, causing the smoke at his fingertips to form a cloud, and then turned around in the cloud, leaving only a handsome and tall slender figure behind.

Although Erwin's help could not directly lead to their victory, Giuseppe still felt a little peace of mind about it.In the final analysis, whether they go to war with Maldini or negotiate peace, they must take the face of the parliament into consideration and not engage in too many barbaric acts.And if they can grasp the thoughts of those congressmen and get the kindness of those congressmen, things will undoubtedly become simpler and easier.What's more, even if they unify Chicago, they still have to establish a good relationship with these gentlemen.

Giuseppe shook the wine glass in his hand when he heard the sound of the door opening.So he pulled off the collar of the silk nightgown he was wearing, then leaned over with bare feet, hugged the young master's shoulders and whispered to him.Xavier kissed his lips, and took out a piece of letter paper covered with handwriting and an ordinary-looking pen from the inner pocket of the tuxedo.There was a certain smug smile in his honey-brown eyes, and he explained to Giuseppe with this blinding smile:

"Daario is right, that kind of thing happened inside Maldini. And Salvatore, the unlucky guy, accidentally learned the truth and was attacked by Lorenzo because of it. He didn't He intends to tell this matter. After all, he is just a consultant and doesn't care about the name of the boss. What's more, Lorenzo is not an outsider to Maldini, and he cannot make any objection suggestions. And the second in command is right What Don Maldini has done is just a terrible problem between their father and son, but it has nothing to do with the family..."

He paused, then said:

"It's just that Lorenzo doesn't want to let him go. You also said that this second-in-command lacks some kind of ability to be a leader. I didn't quite understand what you meant before, but now I am willing to raise my hands to support your cause." Words. He did some hopelessly stupid things, trying to use machine guns and blood to cover up all evil deeds. He actually chose the most hopeless, most lacking wisdom, and Salvatore's face-breaking resolution."

Giuseppe nodded silently, thinking in his heart how to explain the matter to the young master.Although he was quite aware that he could not change the decision that Xavier had made, but he just wanted to find out what the young master had in mind from the standpoint of his lover.He didn't believe that Xavier would give up his hatred and the irritating past so easily, but this young master acted so naturally, as if he didn't care about everything that happened in the total war.

So the consultant hesitated, looking a little too serious, even a little depressed.He frowned and asked quite tentatively:

"So you have notified Gustavo to send someone to take Salvatore to the safe house tomorrow morning?"

Xavier felt a certain subtle emotion in Giuseppe's leaping speech, but he could not immediately point out the origin of this emotion, just as he could not immediately give it a name.It seemed to him that the consultant was angry, and also secretly sad for some strange reasons.He didn't care about this kind of mindless self-entanglement before, because after all, the nature of that consultant is like this, and there is no room for a slight change.But he had to worry about it when he felt even a little pathetic love for Giuseppe.So, the young master kissed his cheek and whispered to him softly:

"Honey, I can swear to Christ, it's not a fatal problem, and it's not worth worrying about."

Unfortunately, at this moment, Xavier did not understand the reason why the consultant was struggling.But even so, Giuseppe still sensed a bit of gentle kindness in those words.He sighed, intending to take off his nightgown and end this tiresome topic.

Some things are beyond his control, and it is not up to him to decide.He shouldn't be complacent because of his lover's status, and do some arrogant and conceited actions that offend that young master.After all, he knew in his heart that because of the relationship between them, no matter what he explored, Xavier would ignore the explanation of his feelings.

"Xavier, Uncle's sweetheart, since we don't seem to have slept in a hotel suite, maybe... do something special tonight?"

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