The charm of Mr. De Luca

Esploders

“It's a pity that I don't know the reason for sure either, Mr. Detective. At that time, I was in a grieving situation and could not think of anything, ” said Matteo flatly.

“I can understand that, Mr. de Luca. That's fine, it will be our duty as officers to investigate,” Detective Ranieri responded to Matteo's words. “I thank you for your cooperation this time. I will very much look forward to the return of Mr. Antonio to Italy, so that this case can be resolved soon and not more protracted,” closed the detective.

“Oh, yes of course. We'll call you back if my uncle has been in Italy. Thanks for understanding, Mr. Detective,” Matteo stood up and immediately greeted the man. Marco and Coco as well. After that, the three men immediately said goodbye and returned to Matteo's black jeep.

“Come in touch with your ex-lover and tell him to quickly take care of the documents for Antonio's departure,” Matteo orders Coco.

“Ready,” replied the brown-eyed man. “Amico, Imelda asked for more in return for her work this time,” Coco said after reading a message on her phone.

“Just give me whatever he asks,” Matteo said as he turned on his car engine. “Marc, your job is to send the documents that Imelda needs to take care of the departure of your shadow father,” Matteo said again to Marco who sat in the back seat. Marco, who was then engrossed in his phone, immediately turned his head and nodded.

“I didn't expect the situation to be like this. Totally dizzying,” complained Matteo. He kept trying to focus on his drive.

“Take it, Amico. Soon you will be free from this problem,”, said Coco responding to the complaints of her best friend.

Arriving at Casa de Luca, Mia had already greeted them with her wheelchair in the front yard. Seeing that, Matteo immediately turned off the engine of his vehicle and jumped down to approach his wife.

“What's up, How's mia? Why don't you rest in the room?” ask Matteo was-was. While Marco and Coco continued to follow him at the back.

“It's okay, Theo. I'm just worried if things don't go according to plan. I'm afraid you're going to jail. I don't want to part with you anymore,” Mia is not at all shy about showing her anxiety in front of everyone.

“I'm fine, Honey. Look, no one will be imprisoned among us all. We have handled everything well,” entertain Matteo while peeping Mia's forehead.

Mia doesn't believe it. He still continued to observe the gray eyes that did not stop looking at him. “You lied to me often, Theo. I'm not sure if you're telling the truth this time,” lamented.

Matteo chuckled softly. Without warning, the man carried Mia's slender body and left her wheelchair in the courtyard. In a hurry, he brought Mia back into the room and sat her on the edge of the bed. “How much longer do you have to carry me to and fro, Theo?” ask Mia. His face was gloomy with a sad look, facing Theo.

“A lifetime does not matter to me,” replied Matteo full of seduction while raising both eyebrows.

“I'm serious,” de Mia slowly.

“I'm much more serious,” says Matteo sure.

Mia was again dissatisfied with the attitude shown by Matteo. “I'm tired, Theo. I want to be free soon and no longer tied to this wheelchair,” lamented full regret.

“Patience, Dear. In three weeks, your cast will open. After that, I will accompany you to therapy until you are completely healed,” Matteo said. Not bored he encouraged Mia.

“Three more weeks,” muttered the beautiful woman while again complaining slowly.

“Not going to feel, Honey,” entertain Matteo. "That's also what I feel first when I have to continue wearing arm sling at all times. Just enjoy the process, Cara mia. That way you will feel much more positive impact, even though I admit it is very boring," Matteo said again while laughing amusedly.

Matteo said at the time. It had been two weeks without feeling since the husband and wife had talked. One morning, moments after Matteo took his wife's walk around the plantation area, he decided to take Mia to work. Matteo had been waiting for an email from Imelda for a few days. However, what is expected is not yet news.

“Call me, Cara mia. In the near future, I'm going to blow up the plane. I hope my plan goes well" Matteo said.

Mia looked so surprised. “You want me to pray for something bad? Ah, Theo is right!” his protest.

“No one will die, Mia,” elak Matteo. “This is all for the sake of saving the organization. Do not let the activities of the clan sniffed by the authorities. It's been almost a hundred years, the de Luca clan organization is moving 'under the ground' and I want the conditions to remain that way. I'm the leader now. I don't want to fail, my dear,”.

Mia smiled faintly as she extended her hand to a handsome face. He gently pulled the face of the person he loved the most so that there was no longer any distance between his lips and Matteo's lips. Mia kissed Matteo's lips gently and feelingly. Matteo responded with a burning passion. There was no softness in his kiss, beating the motion of Mia's lips which were now panting.

Seeing his agitated wife, Matteo immediately ended the kiss. He rubbed Mia's wet ranum lips. “I'm sorry, Cara mia. I got carried away,” chuckled.

“Good, well, I'll check it soon,” Matteo nodded a few times, then half ran towards his desk.

He immediately put a laptop on the table. Matteo reads every email that comes in. His eyeballs stopped when he saw the incoming email from Imelda. Matteo began to read carefully every piece of information contained in it.

Not long after, he returned to using his phone and contacted Coco again. “Amico! All of Antonio's passport and visa documents have arrived in the United States. I checked everything just now,” Matteo said excitedly. While Mia who was two meters from the front of Matteo, also watched carefully.

“Marco is already working with our immigration authorities. They've given me a stamp of travel abroad. You don't have to worry, Coco,” comfort Matteo, then be silent for a moment listening to the answer from across there.

“So, later tonight Imelda plans to run the action,” he continued. “D'Angelo's plane is also ready in Boston. He just needs to wait on my cue,” concluded Matteo, who then ended his call. After that, Matteo directed his attention to Mia.

“In a moment, Cara mia. If everything goes well, then Detective Ranieri will let us go,” Matteo said and kissed Mia's lips briefly. There was nothing else Matteo could do but wait for news from Imelda.

By dusk, a phone call rang loudly on Coco's phone. A video call with Imelda's face filled the screen. Imelda informs that ‘pamannya is ready to fly’.

America is six hours slower than Italy, so there the time is still showing at two o'clock in the afternoon, while the night has begun to approach in Italy.

Imelda looked busy looking at the preparations. Some of the nurses were carrying medical supplies outside the room. The Antonio-like man was also seen on standby, before finally choosing to lie on top of the gurney.

The nurses pushed the gurney towards the helipad runway on the roof of the building. After raising Antonio in the helicopter, they then went down after previously pairing medical devices at some point on the fake Antonio's body.

The helicopter flew at medium speed, towards the airport. In a hangar reserved exclusively for privately owned aircraft, a young pilot and several cabin crew members were preparing to use parachutes. That is the case with the man Marco hired to disguise himself as Antonio

Some later, the plane was ready and immediately took off. The steady speed carried the private jet across the Atlantic ocean. The pilot still prayed that his mission this time did not experience significant obstacles. Moreover, Adriano has promised a huge bonus if he succeeds in his task this time.

When the plane is in the middle of the ocean, the pilot changes the steering position to an automatic pilot. It moves to the middle of the fuselage. There the man meets some cabin crew and a fake Antonio.

“You guys ready?” ask him pleasantries.

Everyone nodded, then quietly observed the pilot's movements. The pilot pressed a red button on his shoulder.

“This plane will explode within five minutes. Inevitably, you must follow me,” the pilot then walk to the side of the plane and slide the emergency exit open.

A strong wind hit his face. But the man doesn't care. He just jumped and did a parachute. This was followed by some of these people. They jumped out of the plane and began to float in the air. The small private plane continued to go five minutes later. It exploded in the air and shattered into pieces.