The charm of Mr. De Luca

Una Minaccia's

Matteo sipped his coffee while staring out the window. This was his first morning after serving as chairman of the Organization de Luca. Matteo still remembered very well, in the office space that the father often spent all day. There are many things to do in a room that looks ordinary. Examples are computers on desks connected to entire systems, and a network of clan members' software scattered across mainland Italy. The clan de Luca himself, controlled several major cities in the country.

A layered security system is also applied to protect all confidential data belonging to the organization, including bookkeeping and financial data that will soon be examined by a team of accountants formed independently by the Klan de Luca.

Matteo is sure he will find a variety of important information, including various financial irregularities that have escaped the eyes of the father. He hopes that the accounting team can work well.

In addition, Matteo has also hired several private detectives to investigate the background of each member, both the youngest, lowest, to the oldest and most powerful. In essence, Matteo would examine all the members of the various factions.

Moments later, a knocking sound on the door of the study room had managed to disperse Matteo's daydream. The handsome man took his eyes off the window and sat down in the oversized chair that once belonged to his father. “Log in!” matteo exclaimed loud and full of authority.

Damiano opened the door carefully. He brought with him three people that Matteo had never seen before. “I've found the right people for this investigation, son,” Damiano said. The green-eyed man immediately introduced one by one of the people he brought to Matteo.

A middle-aged man, bald-headed and thin-bodied. He introduced himself as Lorenzo. Another man who was thick and friendly-faced. The man immediately shook Matteo's hand and referred to himself as Bianco, an Italian word meaning white. While the last man, looking the youngest and most handsome among the three, introduces himself as Mancini.

“Why do your names sound suspicious?” matteo asked with a sharp and full of probing eyes. “The first man only introduces his first name, the second man uses a pseudonym, while the third man only mentions the last name. Is this some kind of joke? If yes, then you will regret,” bluff.

The faces of Lorenzo and Bianco suddenly turned pale. Only Mancini looks ordinary. “We are just trying to hide our most valuable identity, which is the name. Professions like ours need courage to crash the rules in the police world, so we have to do everything in secret,” Mancini said.

Matteo seemed to think for a moment. “Alright,” reply. He then stood up and walked towards the room-high bookshelf made of red oak. Matyeo then picked up a few large books. Matteo took the books and placed them on the desk, making a loud noise.

“In this book are the names of all the members of Klan de Luca, since twelve years ago. I want you to investigate the background of all the people who were there, both the living and the dead. Report the results directly to me. Remember, you only take my orders! If anyone is trying to get in the way of your work, don't hesitate to tell me immediately!” matteo said firmly.

“Is it understandable, gentlemen?” damiano asked, who was immediately greeted with a nod by the three men.

“Oh, yes, there is one more thing. I also want you to be involved in the bombing that killed my parents. The reason is because the police have now stopped their investigation. I really hope you guys can solve this case,” Matteo said again.

The three people nodded back in unison.

“Then, you can start working now,” Matteo said flatly. After the private detectives left the workspace, Matteo grabbed his phone and called someone. He seemed to have a serious conversation and occasionally nodded his head. A moment later, Matteo ended his call.

“Auditing team has started working. We just have to wait for the results,” Matteo said, smiling knots to Damiano.

“Hmm, but earlier there was something you should know, Son,” Damiano said carefully. Then he took a seat. His position is now facing Matteo.

“What's up?” matteo asked as he squinted his eyes.

“Luna, the beloved cat of your late mother died in her cage,” Damiano replied with a very serious look.

Matteo was silent for a while and lowered his head. “It looks like the cat also wants to catch up with mom, but isn't her age really old?” matteo murmurs.

Damiano shook his head slowly. “Not such a death, Son. I think it was an unnatural death" Damiano said, with a flat look.

"You mean?" matteo asked not understanding.

"The cat's stomach was torn apart. I found some bullets lodged inside his body,” Damiano said in half a whisper.

“What do you mean?” Matteo leaned over and brought his face closer to Damiano.

“Someone intentionally killed that poor cat,” again Damiano whispered. He was afraid that the wall would hear what he had said to Matteo.

“What is the goal?” Matteo frowned at the sign of not understanding.

“This is one of the guest rooms never occupied. The room had been empty for many years and was always locked. But you can see his condition now. The door leaf was broken, like a mark being forcibly ripped off by someone. One of the servants who found him was suspicious. He went into the room and found the writing, ” Damiano index finger stuck to the phone screen and enlarged the picture, so that now clearly read the writing displayed there.

“Stop everything, or you will receive a heavier one from this?” matteo murmurs. He read the writing in the photo.

“Is this a threat sentence?” matteo growled as he clenched his hand

Damiano nodded in agreement. “Yes. It was clear that it was a threat. It seems like someone doesn't like what you're doing right now, son,”.

“Hmm,” Matteo smiles cynically. He underestimated the threat. “I can bulldoze one Silvio kingpin alone. Now they're threatening me using such cheap means?” his son with pride.

“Don't feel arrogant just yet, son. Arrogant is a small pebble that often makes us sprained,” Damiano said very wisely. He tried to remind the young man he had considered to be a biological child.

“I know that, I just want to affirm that we will not stop just because of small things like that!” firmly Matteo.

“I fully understand that, my son. However, it's good we have to be more careful,” Damiano said again. He kept reminding Matteo.

“Are you worried about me, Damiano?” Matteo laughed softly. A dimple is created on the side of his lips. “I'll be fine. Even if I get killed, it doesn't matter to me. After all, I have no one else. For you and Coco, I will continue to make sure that you are always safe,” Matteo said lightly.

“Not that, Son!” damiano Struggles. “I am old. I don't care about my death at all. You're the one I'm worried about. Your road is still very long. The future and glory of the de Luca family, are under your charge!” emphatically. The man was endlessly showing how wise he was.

“Don't I tell you I'm tough enough and not easy to beat, Damiano?” tampic Matteo.

Damiano scratched his temple before returning to speak. “Yes, yes, I know you're strong. However, what I'm worried about is that they didn't attack you right away,” restless Damiano.

“Then who?” Matteo turned his back and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He stood half-legged on his desk.

“Someone who means a lot to you, maybe?” damiano Terka. His eyes hinted at something towards Matteo. However, Matteo only responded to Damiano's worry with a wry smile.

“Everyone who means anything to me is gone. There's nothing left,” sighs Matteo slowly. It was as if he was fighting against the turmoil in his heart.

“Are you sure, Son?” damiano asked in a tone of doubt.

Matteo did not answer immediately. He flew back to Mia. He did not at all imagine that Mia was the target of the menace, even though he had caught people stalking Mia. Matteo felt that he now had no relationship with the girl, even though he was inwardly rebellious.

In addition, Matteo also never showed a meaningful closeness with Mia, who, unless someone has seen her jump into Mia's balcony and make love to her last night.

Matteo shook his head firmly. He tried to keep fighting back and dispel his mind that was starting to move wildly. Anxiety and worry began to appear in the corner of his heart. Soon he grabbed the cell phone lying on the table. Matteo then contacted Coco.

"What's up, Amico?" ask Coco at the end of the phone.

“Come back to Venice and watch there, Amico! Thank you,” close it.

Damiano kept watching Matteo. The gaze of his old eyes could catch everything that radiated from the gray eyes of the young man. “So she's the one you're gonna give your mom's rose brooch?” a smile rose from Damiano's lips.

Matteo took a deep breath and simply blew it away. The look on his face that looked calm, now turned restless. "I'm worried about him, Damiano," he said slowly.