The charm of Mr. De Luca

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Matteo opened his eyes because of the ringing sound of the cellphone that had sounded and kept him awake. He did not have time to turn off the phone before going to bed, because it must first serve Mia's flirtatious attitude last night. The man then reached out his hand and fingered the drawer next to the bed to look for a cell phone. A moment later, he was finally able to find the thing he was looking for. With a gaze that was not completely clear, Matteo checked the screen of the phone. Samar he saw D'Angelo's name there. A complaint came from his lips. "What's wrong with that guy?" his murmuring was a bit irritated. But in the end, he answered the call.

"Master de Luca? Forgive me for interrupting your rest, but I have important news to tell you immediately," Adriano's tone sounded serious, making Matteo instantly rise and sit leaning on the head of his bed.

"What's up, Mr D'Angelo?" ask Matteo curiously.

"It's about the process of finding the wreckage of the plane that exploded. I'll make sure they stop him. They found some fragments, but found none of the victims of the accident" Adriano reported satisfied.

"Until now they won't find him" Matteo said with a cynical smile. For a moment he glanced at Mia who was still fast asleep next to him. Matteo smiled gently at the innocent face of the wife who had now returned to normal, despite having to wear fake hair. "Then, how?" ask Matteo.

"You can already do a final tribute to Mr. Antonio de Luca. Did Marco not tell you about this news?"

"Marco is going to Rome. There is little business to be done there," Matteo explained flatly.

"alright. That means you can immediately meet Mr. Sergei Redomir's invitation to visit Monaco," Adriano sounded so excited. He again discussed the issue of cooperation in the field of weapons. "After all, hasn't Mrs de Luca's condition improved?"

Matteo let out a deep breath and slowly pummeled it. This is what makes him not want to feel indebted to anyone, because he will feel attached. However, he must admit if not for Adriano's help, then not necessarily he can escape from the pursuit of Detective Fabrizio Ranieri. "alright. I'll discuss this with Damiano first, if he's back. Incidentally, Damiano was away visiting his dead relatives in Turin. He will be home tomorrow or the day after tomorrow" Matteo said.

"Yes, that sounds a lot better. Mr. Baresi is very wise. He will certainly give good consideration to you, although in fact I think you can make a decision right now."

Matteo muttered softly. What Adriano said was not wrong. However, Matteo felt there was a hint of doubt in him. His instincts say there is something that is still so vague and he has not been able to examine clearly, therefore he tries to stall for time in order to think about it for a moment. "I'll call you back, Mr. D'Angelo. Thanks for the information," Matteo then ended his conversation with Adriano.

Before putting the phone back, Matteo took the time to send a message to Zucca. The man was indeed waiting for the order to leave for Elba Island. After that, Matteo then contacted Marco who is now in the city of Rome to take care of cooperation with a nightclub owner.

"Can't you call in a little later? I've only slept for about three hours" Marco protested. He fixed the blanket. A blond woman then emerged from under the blanket with her seductive smile. A moment later, the woman went back to hiding in the blanket.

"I'm sorry. When are you going to Brescia? Isn't your business with the club owner done?"

Matteo complained softly as his call was turned off without excuse. Immediately he put his phone back on top of the drawer and turned to Mia who was still fast asleep. “You must be very tired huh, Darling?” whispers lirih.

“Am I too rude?” matteo made a soft voice while smiling, though he knew that Mia would not hear him.

Wigs that partially cover the beautiful face of the wife. He pecked again the beautiful and beautiful lips that he had enjoyed last night. “Grazie, moglie mia (my wife),” says Matteo.

Mia complained and squirmed slowly. The position of the body that initially lay sideways, now moved the position to be supine. Look Mia's beautiful chest that has always made Matteo intoxicated. The man had already nearly lost his wits, as he suddenly recalled the exhausted Mia from last night facing his slightly brutal attack.

With slightly trembling hands, Matteo pulled the blanket up to Mia's chin. He decided to move up and sit on the edge of the bed. Matteo wanted to cool his head for a moment. After that, he picked up the trousers lying just like that on the floor. Matteo immediately put on the pants. His movements made as smooth as possible so that Mia was not disturbed.

Finished with it Matteo then immediately got up and came out of the room. The atmosphere that morning was quite crowded. Some of the servants seemed to have passed by to and fro. As he walked towards the kitchen, his gaze locked on Coco who was walking hastily towards him. That's Coco's habit. He always came early in the morning to Casa de Luca, even before Matteo was married he used to just barge into the room of his best friend.

“Amico! Nawat!” coco said moments after standing in front of Matteo. He patted the shoulder of his best friend who was still bare chest. However, Coco immediately pulled her palm from there. He then placed his palm near his nose. “Is this a sweat? Sticky once,” murmured while frowning. For a moment, Coco forgets the purpose she came to Casa de Luca.

“Quickly say what is critical!” matteo's instantaneous jolt made Coco realize.

“Lucia, Amico! Lucia!” exclaim Coco in panic.

“Lucia who?” Matteo was starting to look upset.

“Lucia is one of my usual friends, crazy about me" Coco chanted with a slow laugh. "Yes, yes, I know I am indeed very charming, but you know for yourself not if at this time I have repented and just stared at Francy,” continued Coco excitedly.

“Then, what's the problem?” ask Matteo again. He felt annoyed at having to respond to the unimportant chatter from his best friend. After all, Matteo did not know who Lucia was. The man chose to continue his steps towards the kitchen. Matteo then poured fresh milk into the glass.

"When have you been drinking milk, Amico?" ask Coco wonder. Apparently he was following his best friend. Coco then stood up half-leaning as she bit the apple she took from the basket on the table.