Mr. Consultant

"That old guy Gustavo is really inexplicable. It's too late for me to hate Xavier. Why should I spoil him?" Giuseppe thought so, pushing the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.After hearing Gustavo's words, he tried his best to be calm and calm, saying "Stop joking", while suppressing those turbulent emotions back to the bottom of his heart.

But no matter how thick-skinned Giuseppe was, he couldn't bear Gustavo's meaningful gaze, so he had to find an excuse, ended the conversation as if flying, and then left the seat as if fleeing for his life.Fortunately the old man had other things to do in the building, so he forgave his impertinence.At this time, he was walking down the stairs outside the hall on the second floor, preparing to blow a few bursts of cold wind at the front door to clean up his mood.

Giuseppe felt that there might be something wrong with him recently, otherwise he, who has always been unshakable, would have been frightened one after another and broke out in a cold sweat.Whether it's Dario or Gustavo, do they understand how much they don't want to have anything to do with Xavier?And do you really understand that little bastard's bad character and hooligan temper?

Moreover, for some reason, the above two respectable gentlemen regarded him as Xavier's nanny, guardian, and housekeeper.Christ!Giuseppe could swear to God, even after sleeping with Xavier a few times, he wouldn't have any bloody feelings for that little bastard.The two of them were just a vulgar and uninteresting prank between an unintelligent fool and a drifting whore.Besides, Don Barone entrusted Xavier to him, not to let the consultant bend his good son into a dead glass, but simply relying on Giuseppe's wrist, hoping to bring Xavier some practical benefits. Interests.

But unfortunately, as far as the current situation is concerned, the things Don Barone hoped for happened, and those things he didn't want happened without warning.As much as Giuseppe wanted to explain, there was no real relationship between him and Xavier, so he didn't technically break Xavier.But even he himself knew it, from an outsider's point of view: Giuseppe, a serious consultant, used some unspeakable means to abduct the not very serious rascal young master.

Under the influence of this kind of thinking, Giuseppe's job was also misinterpreted as pampering and loving his lover, and some sincere but inappropriate advice was added.Giuseppe felt very wronged, and couldn't find someone to tell, so he could only let this wronged develop into helplessness.

Then again, everything he said to Gustavo was true, even if there were some subtle misunderstandings, it wouldn't make him panic.Asking the bottom line again, why should he care about that little bastard Xavier, and even come up with so many tangled soliloquies for him?

Giuseppe slipped and nearly fell down the marble steps in front of everyone.

He grabbed the carved solid wood stair railing, adjusted his glasses pretending to be calm and breezy, and vowed to himself that he would never wander in the sky wearing leather shoes again.

At this moment, in the lobby downstairs, several soldiers in charge of security caught his attention.They surrounded a gray-haired old woman in a long velvet dress, and they seemed to be trying to explain something to her.Although the olive oil trading company in this building has a sound system that is no different from ordinary companies, the people in the building are all out-and-out mafia members, and their patience in the face of an uninvited guest is pitifully limited.It was only because of the Sicilian tradition that they did not want to be rough with an old and emaciated woman, so nothing terrible happened.

Giuseppe straightened his tie, thinking this might be another unlucky guy who went through the wrong gate.But he still quickly approached the crowd, ready to mediate carefully. After all, if there is any accident in the building, he will be the last one to clean up the mess.

"Ma'am, with all due respect, what's wrong with our staff?"

As Giuseppe said this, he put on the mask of kindness and gentleness again. The mixture of polite smile and appropriate words made him look like a polite gentleman.He winked at the thugs around him and told them to back off, so that the unfortunate woman could leave the place without any doubts.

However, what Giuseppe did not expect, instead of leaving, the woman rushed in front of him aggressively.She opened a pair of wrinkled eyes, and the cloudy gray-blue eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes.The woman's withered lips, sagging and aging skin, and the thin bridge of her sharp nose seemed to be covered with only a thin layer of skin, all of which made her look like a hysterical monster.Her stature is very short, standing close to Giuseppe's chest, but this does not hinder her upward-looking, spiteful eyes like a kid.

"You...it's you, you nasty, dirty bastard!"

Her voice was hoarse, and she trembled all over.Giuseppe was taken aback by her scolding, and had the illusion that he was being questioned by the mothers of the guests when he was on Betoni Street.But considering that what she said might be a fact, and the truth itself seems to be able to be revealed, Giuseppe was still calm and calm, and said to her with that mask-like smile:

"Ma'am, I don't understand, but if I offended you, I'm sorry for my actions."

When the old woman heard his words, it was like blowing firewood in a bellows, and it burst into flames.She grabbed Giuseppe's front, as if to fight him desperately.From her toothless, slurring mouth came a stream of curses, pouring out like a flood breaking a bank.

The thugs swarmed up, ready to drag her away, to calm things down before Giuseppe got really angry.But Giuseppe waved them away, because he heard the name "Albert" in the woman's heavily accented and ambiguous words, leaving aside the vulgar and obscene swearing.

Giuseppe hesitated, "Do you know Albert, Albert Barone?"

"I'm his wife!" the woman roared angrily with her eyes wide open, she gasped for breath a few times, and then shouted loudly: "You killed him, I know it was you, the unplanted thing who killed him!" killed him!"

However, just before her words fell to the ground, the people in the lobby fell silent.There is an old rule among mafia members: you can't involve your family members, and you can't reveal your career to them.Obviously, Albert violated this rule by telling his wife about the existence of the family, the address of the Brownstone Building, and even Giuseppe's personal situation.

Giuseppe took off his gentle and kind mask, his eyes became completely cold, and he said word by word:

"He deserves it... Albert deserves it."

But the woman didn't seem to understand the true meaning of his words, and she still had the courage to argue with him: "Damn, what right do you have to say that he deserves it! You murdered him, you gangsters murdered him... I want to tell the note about this, hum, you will pay the price then!"

"I advise you not to do this." Giuseppe said slowly, admonishing without emotion.His voice was mellow and clear, echoing penetratingly in the middle of the hall like church bells.He said:

"Madam, you should go back, take a good rest, and forget about this matter. Don't be so stupid as to try to challenge our power, or seek justice other than ours... Albert, I feel bad for him, but You should forget about his death as if he never existed. You'd better forget about it."

Looking at his poisonous snake-like eyes, the woman suddenly felt a chill down her spine.She seems to have realized only now that this man who was so kind that he never seemed to get angry was not really kind and amiable.He was just calm, so cold that even anger and madness were cold emotions.Facing such a man, she knew that she should just let it go, because no one knew whether he would pull out his gun and pull the trigger in the next second.

But she still couldn't be reconciled, that old Albert was so fond of gambling that he almost lost all his family's savings.In fact, Albert's death did not cause her much harm, but instead freed her from her unhappy marriage.But poverty and contempt were unbearable, and those dense IOUs almost drove her crazy.So she thought of her husband's gang of cronies, the "brother" he often called, and the "little boy who can only be fucked by men" that he mocked from time to time.

She also knew something about Barone. She knew that the little boy her husband called was named Giuseppe, and he was a consultant in the family.That was enough, and with it she thought she could threaten one of the most cunning figures in the Mafia and get a fortune by blackmail.

Although she now realized that she might not be able to do so, she still wanted to make some last-minute struggles, so she said, "Christ, you can't threaten me. I am not afraid of your threats!"

"Oh, hopeless woman."

Giuseppe thought that he had given the greatest forgiveness to an outsider who had offended the dignity of the family.But now, he didn't intend to continue this kind of forgiveness.He exchanged glances with the thugs around him, and then two men with fierce faces dragged the old woman away from Giuseppe's side like a sack.Giuseppe suddenly laughed again at this time, which was different from his usual gentle, fox-like smile, which looked eerie and creepy.He stepped on the handmade carved leather shoes, and the soles of the shoes rubbed against the mirror-like marble floor, making some crackling sounds.

Giuseppe walked up to the woman, and the gray-green eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were fixed on her eyes, as if staring at a piece of meat on a chopping board.After a while, he opened those lips that were good at bewitching, and his voice was like the whisper of a devil.He bent down as if bowing, and said softly:

"Ma'am, I confess to you that I sent someone to do away with Albert. Open up his belly, take out his guts, cut off his nose and ears, and hang him on the hood. Because he was a Traitor, this is how we execute traitors... But you are not, and I don't want to treat you like this, and you don't deserve it."

After Giuseppe finished speaking, he asked people to let go of the paralyzed woman, pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose, and restored the sculpture-like gentleness on his face.He dug out the cigarette and the lighter from his pocket, lit one and held it in his mouth. He was not in a hurry to smoke, but just smiled at the thugs, then turned and left.

When the cigarette was half burned, Giuseppe took the elevator back to his office on the third floor.His office is actually a slightly larger suite at the corner of the corridor.The outside is used for meetings and business, while the inside is equipped with bathrooms and beds.Of course, for some reason, he hasn't been sleeping in that bed much lately.

But now, Giuseppe misses the double bed covered with snow-white velvet quilt very much. There are too many things these days, which almost exhausted all his energy.He raised his eyes and looked out the window. The dim night shrouded Chicago, soaking the air like thick ink.It was getting late, and Giuseppe was going to give up the dinner that had never been in the plan, and lie down on the bed instead, and get a good night's sleep according to Dario's words.

So he took off his woolen suit and loosened his tie, revealing a little of his warm neck and exquisite collarbone.And on weekdays, the thin and slender waist wrapped by the suit vest also wobbled into a hazy shadow under the light fabric facing the light.

But just as he rolled up his sleeves and was about to hang his suit on the hanger by the wall, he heard the doorknob behind him turn a few times.Giuseppe's heart skipped a beat, he pulled out the pistol from his waist almost instantly, turned around to face the door, and was about to press the trigger.

But on the other side of the gun, Xavier squeezed out from the crack of the door with his upper body naked.He was barefoot, his hair was wet, and water dripped from his muscles from nowhere, winding into the white towel around his waist.

"Oh no Giuseppe, it's me, it's me..."

He explained this, immediately cleared up the fatal misunderstanding, and instinctively raised his hands.It’s just that he forgot that what he was holding in his hand——

It's a bath towel.

Giuseppe didn't have time to ask him why he took a shower in his room when he suddenly felt a headache.

The author has something to say:

I love Giuseppe forever! (sounds like a fangirl)