MAFIA'S BRIDE (Mafia Bride)
Chapter 19: Consigliere
Consigliere
That night Meryn woke up from her bed. He removed the infusion tube in one pull that caused his blood to pour out through the injection hole. But it's okay. He immediately wrapped his hand with some tissue to stop the bleeding.
There are so many puzzles that make his sleep can never be restful again. Not to mention her being urged to marry Orlando immediately. Meryn was supposed to marry Orlando after the promise she made that day. But he felt this time was not right. So many question marks on Meryn's head that she must solve before she marries the mobster.
Dominic's castle is so dark tonight. He is not sure what time it is, but the silence is enough to show it looks like it is early morning. About two o'clock in the night. Meryn walks out of her bedroom, towards the roof of the building in search of a helicopter.
Instead of seeing a helicopter on the roof of the building, Meryn actually saw Paulo who was busy smoking accompanied by classical music from his dress. The man was not surprised to see Meryn coming, as expected tonight Meryn will try to escape.
“After the airstrip there opened, Big Boss is no longer using a helicopter.” The man said as if he knew the question that was in Meryn's head.
Meryn scrunched her forehead. “Air base? On this island there is also an airstrip?” her tanyanya was confused as she walked closer towards Paulo. He smelled tobacco smoke seeping from Paulo's lips.
“There, but closed since Old Boss died. Since then the Big Boss does not want to use the plane anymore because the plane is easier to hijack,” explained Paulo while looking straight at the expanse of the sea that is showing the craziness of the current. The wind blows so hard. It's cold enough for Meryn to use only thin pajamas tonight.
Paulo looked towards Meryn. He adds. “Old Boss, hm, I mean, Mr. San Dominic, died in a plane crash while taking off from Milan. Hence the Big Boss only wanted to use a helicopter to go everywhere. Because the security of helicopters is much tighter than planes that are prone to ploughing. But ...”
“He started using airplanes again?” Meryn.
“Because of You.”
“I never asked him to bring me here again.” Meryn.
“Trust or disbelieve, this island is a very safe place for you, Madam. Javer this time will not let you live again,” said Paulo.
Meryn is confused. “Isn't Orlando's business with Javer done that day? He's already handed over his casino, hasn't he?” his insistence.
“Yes. The Big Boss had already handed his casino over on paper. But that very day, when the woman suddenly appeared and shot you, the Big Boss was furious. The bomb we put on the building was meant to scare Javer away from messing with you, but after the shooting happened, the Big Boss was furious. That same day the top building of Javer's prostitution building exploded. One week later the Big Boss re-negotiated with Javer and eventually the Casino returned to the Dominic.” family
Hearing Paulo's long story of a series of events that Meryn didn't know that day, Meryn let out a long sigh. He was so dumbfounded. Because of him, a building exploded. In her heart Meryn wonders if she is under a curse for continuing to engage with ruthless mobsters like them; without ignoring the fact that she is also the son of a ruthless mafia.
“So that's how mafias work like you,” muttered Meryn astonished.
“Boss has managed to get its casino back. But on the other hand the conflict between Dominic's group and Javer becomes increasingly intense. You won't be safe when you return to Milan. You should stay here, at least after the conflict between the two mafia families began to subside.” Paulo.
“You mean, I should stay cooped up in this place?”
“Boss Big only want the best for you, for your safety, Mrs.”
“For his selfishness.” Meryn corrected Paulo's words.
If the mafia trust man has said so, it means that Meryn will not be able to escape from this place. He will not be able to escape his marriage to Orlando.
“Paulo,” call Meryn.
“Ya, Mistress?”
“How much can I trust you?” ask Meryn. Holding back the cold sea breeze, the woman walked over towards Paulo. Saw it sharply.
“My great post as consigliere. You know, right? What is the position as consigliere?”
In the world of permafiaan, the position as a consigliere is highly exalted. Consigliere is the right-hand man of a mob boss, who is the vanguard of both mafia and conflict business affairs. It's not easy being a consigliere. Especially if it is used by generations from previous generations.
The man knew for sure how Orlando had fallen into trap after trap that Meryn had set up until finally this unavoidable situation occurred. Since the wedding assault, Paulo has seen Orlando's obsession with Meryn. Obsession is the most savage thing, which has the potential to backfire on yourself. And Paulo feels that his task has become more and more difficult since Meryn's arrival. Because Meryn always made Orlando lose control.
Meryn smiled cynically. He looked at the forty-year-old with a grin. His steps are getting closer. Meryn's left hand pulled the tie hanging from Paulo's neck.
“You never had a woman huh?” meryn asked full of teasing.
“My life has been dedicated to serving the mafia family. That's how I survive.” Paulo answered sharply.
Highlight Meryn's eyes falling right on her hideout ‘weapon’ savage that every man has. Meryn glanced at ************Paulo's feet.
“So your ‘itu’ has never been satisfied?” Meryn.
“You've been sassy, Mistress.”
Meryn pulls Paulo's tie and instantly makes the man stick his body out toward Meryn. In that position Meryn whispered something in Paulo's ear.
“Start dating, Mr. Consigliere. Don't let your age go to waste to serve a mafia family. You should also know how to enjoy life.”
After whispering that line Meryn let go of Paulo's tie. Spontaneous Paulo's body is backtracking. He looked at Meryn, frowning, confused what Meryn was really thinking by saying all the ambiguous-sounding sentences.
“I have a last question for you,” said Meryn.
After catching his breath Paulo returned to smoking his cigarette. He turned towards the sea to avoid Meryn's gaze.
“Just ask the Big Boss, not to me.”
“Who killed my father?” Meryn urges. The spontaneous question made Paulo turn back.
“Bost Large ... on your wedding altar.”
Meryn's heart was almost broken when she heard that Orlando killed her father. But hearing Paulo's follow-up answer made Meryn exhale deeply. Some kind of relief.
“Not John Patrizia I mean,” Meryn said.
“Who is your father if not John ...?” A moment later Paul understood. Head nodded. “Ah, means, Luca?”
“Yes. Who killed my father?” Meryn asked repeating.
“Your father.” Paulo answered for sure.
Meryn's forehead frowned. What does it mean that the one who killed his father was his own father? Meryn doesn't understand. Some time later he understood Paulo's short answer.
“So, my foster father, John Patrizia killed my biological father? Then he took me and raised me as a child for his benefit?” Meryn made the conclusion.
Paulo nodded.
“Such as that happens.”
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