The charm of Mr. De Luca

Preghieras

Adriano got back in the car and told the driver to take him to the hospital. He wanted to know how Mia was doing right now. The worry he felt was so great. Never had he cared so much for a woman who had even rejected him rawly.

All this time, no woman could afford to ignore her charm. However, Mia is so different, even though the woman could have played a little with her.

Shortly after, the car carrying Adriano arrived at the hospital parking lot. The sturdy man immediately opened the door. Before he left, he told Benigno. "Later in the evening, go back to where it was. Invite some of your colleagues to take care of my unfinished work. It's up to you to dump wherever the man's body is, which must be done neatly. Do not leave a trace" he said with great authority. After that, he rushed out and tidied up his shirt.

Adriano stepped up handsomely. He returned to the operating waiting room. There, he saw Matteo still sitting pensively. Daniella and Francesca are out to buy food.

Adriano sped up his steps, until he stood near Matteo who was sitting half-bent. "Master de Luca" said the blue-eyed man, as always.

Matteo who had started to get familiar with the voice, immediately turned his head. He looked surprised to see Adriano there. "Mr D'Angelo? What are you doing here?" tanya Matteo was flat and cold. The attitude he always showed towards the blue-eyed man.

"I happen to have business in Rome, I mean before returning to Monaco I did intend to stop by first" he explained. "I've had time to call you, but your number is out of reach. That's why I called Damiano. He says if you're here" the man said again. "How's Mrs de Luca doing?"

Matteo did not answer immediately. He rubbed his face for a moment while breathing slowly full of regret. "My wife had to undergo several stages of surgery on her head. Not to mention, he had a broken leg. However, doctors have just said if the first stage of surgery has been successfully performed" Matteo said. He tried to regain control of all the emotions within him.

Hearing Matteo's words about Mia's condition, Adriano's chest rumbled back. He was not satisfied with just shooting Alex dead. It felt like he wanted to mutilate the Russian man with his own hands and give the piece of his body to the Camaro, his pet tiger that he kept in Monaco. Adriano then sat down next to Matteo. "All will be well, Mr. de Luca," he said slowly. He did not say he had killed Alex in revenge for what he had done. Matteo did not answer. His feelings were still chaotic at the time. Occasionally he scratches his forehead.

"I was going to meet you at Casa de Luca" Adriano reopened a conversation with Matteo.

"For what? I have given a pretty detailed explanation. After all, in the emails we sent everything was clearly stated" Matteo said flatly.

"I don't know if it's the right time or not. It's not about Du Fontaine, but about something else" Adriano replied, glancing at Matteo for a moment.

Matteo. Look into his sharp eyes full of scrutiny towards the man next to him. A moment later, he turned his eyes to something else. "I hope it's not about Mia" he murmured softly.

Adriano dehem slowly in order to neutralize the feelings in him. His heart always trembled every time he heard the name of the woman. "I have great respect for Mrs de Luca. You take it easy, because I wouldn't dare to mess with him," Adriano sighed for a moment. The beautiful dream of that night was back. He also recalled the moment when Mia served him breakfast. However, Adriano immediately dismissed all of that. "We will discuss this later, when you are completely calm," he continued.

"Not what, just say it," said Matteo flatly without turning to him.

Adriano corrected his sitting position. The handsome face that always looked calm, now looked more serious at that time. "Look, Mr. de Luca," he began to speak in a very calm tone.

"I'll be back in Monaco tomorrow. However, last night one of my business colleagues sent me a message. He said he needed a supply of capable weapons and more than just sophisticated. I've heard about the prowess of your assembled weapons. If you are interested, then I can open a path of profitable cooperation for the Klan de Luca, considering that my colleagues are very influential people in the international mafia world," Adriano said with confidence.

Matteo turned his head and looked at the man fixedly. Again, he seemed to be observing the gesture that Adriano showed very carefully. Matteo should be careful, he should not be rash and tempted by mere profit. "I haven't assembled a gun in a long time, since all my men were killed. It's hard to find a replacement for those who really understand my work system. After all, not everyone understands the job" Matteo explained. He began to look calm in his manner.

"Yes, I can understand it. However, I think it would be a pity if this opportunity you just miss. If you want, I can recommend some experts that you can bandage. However, I'm sure you have your own criteria in that regard" Adriano said. He continued to persuade and convince Matteo to accept his offer.

"of course. I can't just bring anyone in to my workshop. When is the weapon needed?" Matteo seemed to be interested. After all, assembling weapons was like a second life for the gray-eyed man.

Matteo fell silent and thought. He did not respond to remarks from Adriano, a doctor who came out of the operating room. He immediately stood up with his heart beating. Especially when the doctor seemed to be talking to her.

“How's Miaku? How is he doing?”

Adriano glanced for a moment at Matteo as the gray man mentioned his wife's name which sounded so sweet to the ears.

“This is the fastest craniotomy procedure we have ever done,” said the doctor, making Matteo frown in astonishment.

“What is it?” ask Matteo.

“Kraniotomi is a brain surgery procedure. For a head injury like your wife, then we have to hole her cranium so we can stop the bleeding that accumulates between the brain and the skull,” explained the doctor.

Pain and tenderness spread in Matteo's chest as a result of listening to the information from the doctor.

“Then, did the operation succeed? Is Mia okay?” ask Matteo.

“We managed to stop the bleeding. From brain scans, no swelling occurs. We can make sure that the conditions are good. Maybe what makes it not good is that we are forced to shave off the beautiful hair of your wife,” the doctor tried to throw a joke to melt the atmosphere.

Matteo breathed a sigh of relief. It felt like there were thousands of heavy stones being lifted simultaneously from above his body. Similarly with Adriano who also showed a relieved face.

“So, can I meet my wife now?” matteo's countenance seemed to grope.

“Sorry Sir. After this will be continued with a broken leg bone surgery at some point. You have to be patient waiting for him. Give your wife spirit in prayer,” the doctor's advice before going back inside the room.

Matteo was glued to his place. The doctor's advice to pray, so disturbing his heart. He is not a religious man like Valentino Diori who is never late to attend church services. Matteo knew that, because he had once told someone to follow him. At least that's what he deserves to conclude from the figure of Mia's late husband, a poor man who hasn't even touched his wife. Matteo. He was ashamed of himself. He is fully aware now that he is not as perfect as Valentino.

“We continue this conversation next time, Mr. D’Angelo. I can't think of anything right now,” Matteo said softly as he walked away, leaving Adriano looking at him with pity.

“Where are you going?” adriano.

Matteo stopped his steps for a moment. His backside position to Adriano was very favorable, because Adriano could not see his gray eyes glazed over. “I want to pray for my wife,” she replied.