The charm of Mr. De Luca

The Maestro

About an hour later, Matteo parked his favorite jeep in front of a building that was his weapons assembly workshop. He quickly removed his seat belt and got down. Adriano followed him, and so did Valerie. The two of them stood for a moment and looked at the unique building, until Matteo appeared with Mia on her wheelchair.

Matteo then pushed the wheelchair near the entrance made of iron. He opened the door and shifted the door. “Ah, Theo. I shouldn't have to come. Look, I'm so troublesome to you,” regretted Mia when Matteo carried her body while going down the stairs to get down.

“Don't say much or I I kiss you without stopping,” whispered Matteo, making Mia instantly speechless. The woman smiled with words from her husband. Matteo then sat Mia down on the table with the floodlights turned on. The table they once used to let go of shared desires. “Wait a minute, I'll get you your wheelchair,” Matteo said again. He turned and was stunned. Adriano brought the wheelchair to Mia.

“Pardon my presumption, Mr. de Luca. I just want to help,” said the man politely. While Valerie just smiles while playing her braids.

“Thank you, Mr. D’Angelo. You have been very helpful,” replied Matteo while taking the wheelchair that was in Adriano's hands. While the blue-eyed man replied with a knotty smile while nodding politely.

“You're smart to get attention,” Valerie whispered to her foster brother. Adriano hit back at the tattooed girl by slowly pulling one of her braids, making Valerie grimace. Mia has now moved onto her wheelchair.

“Your workshop is very comfortable, Mr. de Luca. The layout is also very unique. It was like I was in an underground cave. It's so cool,” Valerie said as she sat on the table. His pair of black eyeballs, constantly moving and sweeping through every corner of the room. While Matteo was taking some of his equipment inside the iron safe.

“I'm happy if you're comfortable with this place, Miss Nikolaev. That way, you can work as much as possible and be much more focused,”. He returned with unassembled components. Matteo then put the various components on the table.

Valerie immediately got off that table and stood next to Matteo. He placed his left hand on the edge of the table, while his right hand was on his waist. The attitude of the girl looks like a foreman who is watching the performance of his men. “Wow, where do you get ingredients as good as this?” the girl was amazed. He took one of the components and observed it. Adriano approached and observed the object. The man squinted his blue eyes.

“I made myself all the components for my weapon. We have advanced equipment in Palermo. However, there are also some components that are made manually. I only assign it to those who are already really experts,” Matteo replied without turning his head. He is focused on his work.

“Excellent!” exclaim Valerie slowly. Again he was amazed. “So, that means all production of this component is done in Palermo?” ask the girl again.

“Yes. I just have to assemble it here,” replied Matteo again briefly. Adriano is still focused on keeping an eye on every detail of all the components of Matteo's weapons.

“Do you design this weapon yourself, Mr de Luca?” asked the blue-eyed man, after a long moment of silence.

“At first yes. However, I realize that we must continue to innovate. So, I need someone to help me. He is an expert in designing weapons. Just for information, he is also from Russia" Matteo explained.

"You're a businessman, Mr. D'Angelo. So, I'm sure you must understand that very well. A new idea will always be needed so that we can continue to survive in very tight competition, although we still have to maintain the characteristics of the products we make" continued Matteo. This time he turned to Adriano for a moment.

“You should have been superior, Miss Nikolaev. You're Russian, as far as I'm concerned they're very good at making weapons,” Matteo continued.

“With guidance from you of course, Mr. de Luca,” Valerie said while laughing softly. “What should I do now? I'm not here to keep an eye on your work, am I?”

“With not much to say you have helped me a lot, Miss Nikolaev. Just look at it first, because I'm sure your father's work is different from my work. You have to adapt to that, ” said Matteo with his style of speech that sounded cold and flat, as usual and very much different from what he did to Mia.

“You should get used to it, Val. But you don't have to be afraid. Basically my husband is a sweet man,” Mia giggled amusedly, especially when Matteo glared at him.

“Mia! Stop calling me sweet,” the protest was slow but sounded very different, especially in Adriano's ears. Matteo continued his work.

All eyes were now on Matteo's hand, which deftly assembled the small components into a long-barrel rifle. With a serious face and furrowed eyebrows, Matteo re-examined the results of his work. One eye was closed, while the other one was open he used to see the shot hole on the rifle. After feeling perfect, Matteo handed the assembled rifle to Adriano. It took Matteo no less than fifteen minutes to complete one rifle. Mia's beautiful eyes are perfect. Another side of her husband she just saw and found directly.

“This is one of the assault type rifles. I made it in such a way that my weapon is similar to the specifications of the American military's M16 assault rifle. However, I modified it. My weapon has a longer effective range with greater power,” explains Matteo proudly.

“My greetings also have special features. If the average rate of assault rifle fire can reach 700 to 950 rounds per minute, then mine is much faster than that. One thousand rounds per minute cyclically,” is proud.

Neither Adriano nor Valerie were able to speak. They look so amazed. “Your ability is amazing,” compliment Valerie while clapping. “I have the honor of seeing firsthand the maestro working,” murmured again.

“For me it is Mars, the god of war who comes from Ancient Roman mythology. Before I discovered Theo's true identity, I read about Mars in a library in downtown Venice. Its features are exactly the same as those of Theoku. No matter his life runs out on the battlefield and adventuring, I will still faithfully follow him even though my steps are limped,” interrupted Mia. A sense of pride and happiness rose up in Matteo's chest. All of that was emanated through his handsome face that was now blushing perfectly.

“Unfortunately, Mars is not a loyal man. When he had a wife, he also had a lover. Mars even raped a girl named Rhea Silvia,” Valerie chirped in a flat tone.

“Wah, whoa, whoa! That's great of you Miss Nikolaev. You have ruined my happiness in just a few seconds,” murmur Matteo.

“Oh, I'm just telling you the truth, Sir,” Valerie defended herself.

Unexpectedly, Mia even snapped. His teeth were white and neat, looking so clear. It made her aura of beauty grow. “That's why I dared to say that Theoku is a unique and special figure. I assure you, he will not dare to turn,” Mia raised her eyebrows and looked sharply at the husband. The gaze implied a lot of meaning, and had to be digested well by Matteo.

“Thank you very much for your additional knowledge, Miss Nikolaev. I'm sure after this, Mia will put a surveillance camera and tracking device on my body" Matteo said. He seemed a little uncomfortable at the time. However, the gray-eyed man was soon able to control himself. "Now let's get back to business. Are you able to keep up with my performance or are you only capable of storytelling?” challenge Matteo to the tattooed girl.

“Of course I can do everything. You can test me now,” Valerie defied back. There was no fear at all from the eccentric girl.

“I think you'll have your exam later, Val. I have to go home now. My colleagues have been waiting in Monaco,” said Adriano who had been more silent since. Like there was something he was thinking. “So, may I bring you a prototype of this weapon, Mr de Luca?” ask Adriano expectantly.

“Bring it up,” replied Matteo coldly. His eyes kept watching Adriano who was observing the weapons of his raft. Just as Adriano was about to determine the direction of his shot to test the rifle, Matteo's hand firmly gripped the tip of his rifle. “You must remember one thing, Mr. D’Angelo. I do not tolerate traitors! So, don't play games with me if you still want to enjoy your days!” threaten Matteo firmly and coldly.

“You can trust me, Mr. de Luca. I am not Silvio Moriarty,” calmly, Adriano lowered the rifle and returned the gaze of Matteo no less sharp.