The charm of Mr. De Luca

Betrayals

“Excellent!” Silvio clapped his hands with a hue full of admiration, although it still looked a bit of uneasiness within his eyes. Matteo can see that clearly, but he doesn't want to be prejudiced against his childhood friend. However, that does not mean making Matteo negligent and detached from his attitude of caution.

Matteo put the rifle back in the crate and immediately closed it tightly. After that, Matteo stood up and turned his body. His position was now on Silvio's back. A moment later, with a flash the long-haired man pulled out the gun hidden behind his leather jacket. He then immediately pointed the gun at Silvio, who at that time had also pointed his gun at Matteo.

In a position to point each other at the gun, Matteo moved slowly closer to his weapon crate. He slightly bent his body and intended to take the crate containing the weapon. However, he had not had time to take the chest, suddenly a shot pointed at him. Matteo moves very nimble. He immediately dodged and took refuge behind a large rock. Meanwhile, one of his men had fallen covered in blood.

Rodrigo, an immigrant from Peru. The brown man was Matteo's favorite right-hand man. The man who just celebrated his 25th birthday yesterday. However, Rodrigo is now dead. The bullet had already broken through his heart.

Matteo and his two remaining men immediately ran and ducked . Regardless of the barrage of hot lead directed at the three of them. They kept trying to get closer to Matteo's jeep. However, the distance of the car was too difficult for them to reach, as Silvio's numerous men and hiding in every corner of the area, continued to shower them with gunfire.

“Sial! Looks like we got into a trap!” matteo is upset. “Protect me! I have to get my gun!” his orders.

Matteo's two men nodded. They understand their respective duties.

Matteo moved slowly between the eruptions of weapons that were continuously aimed at him. In a hurry, both of his men retaliated and gave Matteo a chance to keep moving. However, it turned out that from the other direction came an unexpected shot. One of Matteo's men was killed. His men are left one, quick to return the shots that continue to rain them.

Matteo only realized that he was surrounded in that place. He was attacked from all directions. While the crate contains an example of the weapon he brought, it has disappeared from its place. “Job! Silvio stole my weapon sample!” grouse Matteo. His emotions are mounting. Matteo and one of his men, continued to return fire as if endless.

“Master, we'd better get the hell out of this place! They are too many and we are surrounded,” said Matteo's men.

“I think so too. Come!” while sneaking around and occasionally returning a raining shot, the two of them continued moving towards the car. Nahas, a shot on Matteo's men. The shot, lodged right in his neck.

Matteo lives alone now. He kept moving towards his car. However, it was a pity that when he managed to get near his car, a shot escaped and hit his arm. Matteo grimaced. Fresh blood poured out and dripped onto his fingertips. Matteo forced himself in and immediately started the engine of his car.

Shots repeatedly rained back on him who was now in the car. At full speed, Matteo runs his car and drives away from the place. The Jeep Wrangler no longer looks bad. A number of holes look gaping here and there. Fortunately it did not hit the gas tank, so the vehicle can still be used.

Matteo drove at full speed, down the slopes of the limestone hills towards the highway. To be safe, he intends to get out of the island of Sicily. The vehicle is now headed to the port. The last ferry is soon to leave. However, before his wish was fulfilled, Silvio's motorcade blocked his path. They didn't want Matteo to escape alive.

In an instant, the shadow of Roberto's father and his mother Gabriela flashed. During this time, he often opposed his mother's wishes which forbade him from plunging too deeply into a world filled with violence. Roberto has always tried to protect him, though in the end it looked like he was holding Matteo back. It turns out that all they do is to protect their son.

A speck of regret appeared in Matteo's heart. But he is not a weak man. His character has been forged by the father since childhood. So all Matteo had to do now was to abstain from returning home, before he managed to clean up the mess that Silvio had made, alone.

At full speed, Matteo turned his car towards the port. Unexpectedly, Silvio's men's car appeared from the opposite direction and forced Matteo to retreat by hundreds of meters. The journey is now blocked. Matteo had to rotate his brain in such a way that he would not miss the ferry. Slightly reckless, the jeep that originally walked backwards, he turned back in the opposite direction and looked for a different path.

Nahas, when he arrived at a crossroad, he passed by Silvio's car. Without a doubt Silvio hit Matteo's car tightly until it rolled several times. The red jeep stopped when its body hit a highway guardrail.

Matteo did not have time to wear a seatbelt, so his body was thrown to and fro. The last, most powerful shock caused him to be ejected out, over a guardrail and almost plunge into a steep cliff slope. Luckily, there are plant roots sticking out of the rocks. Matteo grabbed the root and gripped it tightly.

As much as Matteo's energy held there. Blood still dripped from his right arm. His entire body was filled with bruises. His left hand began to numb.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of Silvio yelling ordered his men, to check the situation around.

Matteo had to rotate his brain a little harder, before he finally found a narrow cave-like hole, and it was located a little further away from where he was hanging. With the rest of his strength at his disposal, Matteo swung his body until he was able to reach the mouth of the cave. He crawled and hid in it.

Matteo glanced at his watch. In two hours, the last ferry will leave port. Silvio's voice was still shrill, cursing at his men who had now lost Matteo's position. They didn't realize that the man was cowering under their feet.

Several times the bullets came back. It seemed, Silvio was shooting randomly to the point where Matteo had fallen. Moments later, a car sounded away from there. After believing that Silvio and his men had left, Matteo crawled up slowly. His hand reached the edge of the guardrail. Matteo jumped back onto the highway.

He saw his favorite Jeep Wrangler shattering formless. It was obvious, Matteo couldn't possibly wear it anymore. The only way he could do it, was to limp towards the harbor. The destination is the city of Venice. A beautiful city that was always a stopover on every summer vacation, which he always spent with his grandfather.