The charm of Mr. De Luca

Devil's Covenant

Inside the meeting hall, there were gathered several elders who were all wearing black coats and hats that were the hallmarks of the mafia. They huddled together and wondered what the Klan leader was doing to ask them to come and gather there. However, the low boisterous sound of their conversation instantly came to a halt, as the clattering of footsteps of shoes headed towards the spacious room. Not long after, the two doors opened wide enough.

It was Matteo who stepped boldly into the hall. Behind him are Marco and Damiano. The two men, then stood on the left and right sides of the chairman.

Matteo stood up with his sharp gaze sweeping one by one the old face inside the room. All of them looked submissive and held a respectful attitude towards the twenty-eight year old man. None of them dared to go against the sharp gaze of a Matteo de Luca.

"Good day everyone. Thank you for taking the time to attend my invitation here" Matteo opened the meeting with a special greeting.

"As you all know, I wouldn't have held a meeting if it wasn't for something important. Similarly to this moment, there is something I must tell you all," Matteo fell silent for a moment. He looked at the two men who were slightly behind him. After that, Matteo again set his gaze forward, straight at the group of old men who stood neatly like a line of professional soldiers.

"I, Matteo de Luca have decided to resign from the organization for one or two personal reasons that I should not be speaking of here. However, of course I did not immediately decide to resign as chairman, without a careful consideration. Everything I've been thinking about, as well as my future successor," Matteo let out a deep breath and gently slammed down.

While boisterous sounds began to be heard inside the room. They again questioned Matteo's reason for retreating so suddenly.

Not long after, one of the elders raised a hand. He intends to ask a question. Matteo focused his attention on the man who was now stepping a little ahead of his peers. Assisted by a large tall aide, the man stepped up through a small staircase to where Matteo was standing.

Matteo recognized the man as Giorgio Monti, the leader of the elders. He nodded and half bowed to the old man as a sign of respect. “Is there anything you want to say, Mr Monti?” tanyakanya.

“I just want to ask, who will you prepare to change the position of chairman in the organization?” Giorgio Monti now stands opposite Matteo. His old eyes stared fixedly at the beautiful gray eyes of the clan head.

Matteo smiled wryly in response to that question. Before, he turned first to Marco and Damiano. They nodded slowly. “I submitted the name Marco de Luca, of course. Who else has a pure bloodline other than the two of us,” Matteo replied without hesitation as he moved his hand towards Marco standing up.

The atmosphere in the hall returned crisp as Matteo uttered that name. The elders seemed to be exclaiming each other and pointing at each other. They all stopped when Giorgio Monti raised his hand. After everything calmed down, he refocused his attention on Matteo. “By not diminishing respect, I represent all the elders present here to reject your decision, Mr de Luca,” the man asserted without further ado. “We know for sure, what Mr. Marco de Luca is like. How football is out there. He has no interest at all in this organization. What happens if an organization that has been hundreds of years old must be held by someone who does not have love in the big name de Luca!” giorgio Monti's voice echoed to the corners of the room.

“Dragon talks, Old Man!” marco, who had chosen to be quiet. “I bear the surname de Luca behind my name. It's ridiculous that you accuse me of not being in love with the place where I was born and held up all this time!” his elbow. His index finger was straight towards Giorgio Monti's face which was filled with wrinkles.

“Then, then prove it!” Giorgio looked up, as if challenging a man whose age was very far away from him.

“How do I prove it?” furious Marco.

“I will be the guarantee,” interrupted Matteo quietly and flatly. “Couple sure Marco is the right man to replace me. If it turns out that my choice failed, then you elders may put up my freedom, so that I will continue to be bound to the organization until death,” he concluded.

Giorgio Monti smiled faintly, then turned to his aide. As if understanding what his master wanted even without a word, the adjutant came forward and brought the old man closer to his ear. The adjutant nodded a few times, then reached into something from behind his suit pocket.

“What are you going to do, huh!” revolted Marco. He tried to hold his hand. However, what the power of the adjutant was far greater than his strength.

“Submit it, Marc. Relax, there I am. He won't dare hurt you,” whispered Matteo.

The adjutant turned Marco's hand until his palm turned upward. After that, Giorgio Monti did the same. He pointed his palm upward, parallel to Marco's hand. “I want to make an oath with you, Mr. Marco de Luca,”.

Giorgio turned back to the aide, then nodded. The adjutant replied to his master's nod by thrusting the tip of the knife into the middle of Giorgio's palm. Blood starts to come out from between the skin tears. However, there was not the slightest pain from the look on Giorgio Monti's face.

“Do not dodge, Mr. Marco de Luca,” said the aide before doing the same to Marco.

Before long, a mouthful of blood shot out from the middle of the palm of the misty-faced man. Immediately, Giorgio Monti cupped his hand over Marco's, then shook it tightly.

“Together with this oath, I challenge you to show your power and ingenuity in holding the reins of leadership. We elders, will continue to assess your performance. If you prove that you failed, then you must hand the crown back to Matteo, and Matteo we will tie it with the devil's oath,” said Giorgio Monti. The atmosphere around him suddenly turned gripping a moment after the old man finished his sentence.

“Devil oath?” replay Marco Iirih. He looks very confused.

“The devil's oath is an oath in which the losing party will follow any order from the winning side. In other words, if you fail this challenge, then I will be a slave to Giorgio Monti forever,” Matteo explained coldly.

“What?” Marco was in disbelief. “You're crazy if you accept this absurd agreement, Theo! What if I lose? Does that mean, our organization will fall into his hands?” his tone sounded extremely anxious and agitated.

“Then don't lose, son. Matteo trusts you so much. Don't let him be disappointed,” whispered Damiano.

Marco gulped many times, while Matteo looked so calm. A satisfied smile rang from the lips of the gray-eyed man. “Why do you even look relaxed, Stupid?” marco's wrath on his cousin.

“What should I worry about? It is clear I will not be a slave to anyone, except the slave Mia,”, Matteo said, chuckling softly.

“You're crazy!” hiss Marco with a look of disbelief.

“Master Marco de Luca, the elders and everyone in this room has witnessed our agreement. Therefore, I state that your challenge time starts this second as well!” giorgio Monti.