The charm of Mr. De Luca

Chasing Clues

Damiano knocked on the door of the workspace that now belonged to Matteo. Without having to wait for an answer from within, the middle-aged man immediately walked in. Matteo was standing by the window. The young man's gaze glared far to the end of the vast estate, which surrounded the magnificent building.

"My son," said Damiano with his Italian accent so thick.

Matteo immediately looked over. He then took out the right hand that had been hidden in the pocket of his jeans. Matteo then went to the nanny and her confidant besides Coco. "Your business on the farm is done?" matteo asked while standing half-leaning on the edge of his desk. Damiano, meanwhile, chose to sit down and enjoy a glass of wine. The man took a deep breath.

"Late this month we're going to have a big harvest, son. This is good news. After that, we will send the sorted grapes to the factory to be processed" Damiano said, sipping his drink. Sometimes he moved his toe wrapped in black shoes. Damiano looked so calm enjoying the wine in his hands while crossing his legs. Matteo seemed to be thinking.

"What's up, kid? Didn't you say you wanted to talk to me?" damiano asked who was getting curious when he saw Matteo's attitude. The young, long-haired man raised his gaze to the faithful nanny. He was a little confused to start the conversation. However, Matteo had to ask for the opinion of the man who had become a second father for him.

"Yes, Damiano. There's something I need to talk to you about. All of this has to do with the Clan de Luca and its glory" Matteo replied. He put both his hands on the side. His fingers tightly squeezed the edges of the wooden table on which he rested.

"What is that, son? Speak out! I will listen to you very well" Damiano said.

Matteo then approached the man who was still enjoying the wine inside the small crystal glass he was holding. He then sat on a wooden armchair, located not far from the seat occupied by Damiano. "I talked to Uncle Antonio all night. He said something that made me think hard. Something to do with the success of the Clan de Luca" said Matteo slowly. He started his conversation with Damiano.

Hearing that, Damiano immediately corrected his sitting position. He began to feel something bad. The face with a few wrinkles looked serious. "What did he say, son?" ask Damiano.

"He suggested that I go to the southeast and offer cooperation with the mafia kingpin there named Roccia Nerra" Matteo replied with his eyes flat.

"Why did he suggest you that way? You know they're in Moriarty's power. No, Son! I smell something bad!" Damiano shook his head as he placed the small glass he held on the table. "Don't make trouble again with Moriarty. You don't know what he'll do if he finds out what you're moving about" the green-eyed man suggested.

"I know that. However, if this plan is successful, then we will have a new ally. While Moriarty lost one area of his power," argued Matteo.

 

"Listen, Son. Roccia Nerra is a small group compared to de Luca or Moriarty. However, the leader of the group was notoriously brutal. There are many cases of violence to murder that have been done," Damiano said, making Matteo singled out a cynical smile. It was as if he was ignoring the man's words.

 

"If Moriarty is able to make him submissive, then I can do far more than that" Matteo said confidently. "I want to bring glory back to the Clan de Luca. I don't want us to be defeated by the Moriarty Clan" he said.

 

Damiano breathed slowly. "I understand, my son. However, it would be better if we moved more carefully. Especially after I heard your story about the men tattooed with the coat of arms of de Luca. I think it's best for now that you do the repairs first in our internal organization. Then you think about doing cooperation or whatever it is,” he said.

Matteo. Damiano's words have awakened him. “You're right, Damiano. I should have focused more on one thing and not been split with another. How could I forget my original goal of finding the traitor who had ruined my life and Mia,” was furious as she got up from her position and walked up to Damiano. Patted on the man's shoulder, “Thank you,” Matteo said.

“It has been my duty to keep reminding you, My son,” Damiano replied in relief.

“I .…” Matteo did not continue his sentence when his phone suddenly rang. Coco's name is on the screen. “I have to answer this call,” muttered to Damiano while staying away from the man.

“Amico ...” heard the voice of Coco across the street.

“Is there a problem with your workshop, pal? Are my men less careful in tidying it up?” ask Matteo.

“No. That's not. There's no problem with my workshop, and that's not what I want to talk about. I want to tell you about Mia,” Coco explained.

“What's with him? Did he cut his veins again?” ask Matteo. Anxious look was so visible from his beautiful face. Damiano observed it all without blinking. Matteo's cold, covered figure, became completely different every time the girl's name was called.

“More severe than that. Your girl's depressed. He was so scared to see me. I can't imagine if you're planning on seeing her anytime soon, Amico. Maybe he will hurt himself again,” Coco said.

Matteo threw out his rough breath. Wordlessly, he ended his conversation just like that and threw his phone on the table. Matteo scooped his face and ruffled his hair.

“What happened, Son?” Damiano seemed worried about seeing a drastic change in Matteo's attitude.

“I can't say anything right now, Damiano. I want to be alone first,” Matteo again grabbed his phone. He left just like that, leaving the middle-aged man.

Nobody wants Matteo to go to at the moment. Everything looks blurry. His ever-sharp mind, now seemed to be dysfunctional. Matteo just stepped up, until his legs involuntarily moved towards the supervisory room.

It is a special room in the palace of de Luca that is filled with dozens of monitor screens. The screens are connected to cctv cameras scattered throughout the point, which serves to monitor every corner of the house and plantation. Matteo sat on a swivel chair located in front of the screens. His eyes were blankly paying attention to every movement on each monitor. One hand moves the various buttons available on the navigation table, while the other hand supports the chin.

“Mia,” the name just got away from her lips along with *******breath heavy. “What should I do?” he murmured again, while his hand continued to move the button on the table, toying with him erratically. Until he accidentally enlarged the image on one camera. At first he was unaware of it, until he saw a strange thing recorded on the screen.

“There was something wrong,” Matteo instinct back to work. He rushed to the spot he had seen on the screen. The hallway was located not far from the space it was in. Matteo only hopes that he is not too late to catch the two servants.

Matteo ran as fast as lightning to chase after the two servants who were about to leave his place, when he saw Matteo heading towards them. “Stop!” yells. The two maids were stunned with deathly pale faces. Matteo's voice was so blaring and as if piercing their eardrums. The two women's guts suddenly shrieked, to the point that her body seemed to tremble.

“What are you guys doing here?” matteo asked in a high enough tone. No one answered. They just shook their heads while keeping their mouths shut. That made Matteo even more upset. He then brought his face closer to two women who looked like they were still his age.

“What did you give your friend?” matteo's gaze locked onto one of the two maids.

“Nothing, Sir,” replied the woman stammeredly.

“You know that I don't like liars, right?” Matteo drew closer until his breath swept across the woman's face. “I saw you give something to your friend. What is it?” his insistence.

The waiter began to cry in fear. He looked at his friend who had the same expression as himself.

“Cube one chance for you to answer!” jolt Matteo until the two women tiptoed so surprised.

“Should I cut off your tongue?” matteo's threat immediately made one woman open her mouth.

“We were just told, Sir. They say, we will be paid more for this!” the woman said quickly. Another woman hurriedly gave Matteo an object from her uniform pocket, which immediately observed what turned out to be a cell phone.

“Why did they give this phone to you? Who are they?” Matteo continued to search the two maids.

The two women returned together. “We don't know. They just advised us to contact them again through this phone, to receive the next task,”.

“Next? Who are they?” matteo's rework is full of emphasis.

“Plantation workers who have just logged in here,” replied the woman.

“What's the name?” matteo Cecar.

The two women looked at each other before answering. “They are people from Sicily, Sir. Just a few days they work here,” replied one of the waiters.

“I asked his name,” hiss Matteo. His gray eyes sharply blotted out the woman's fear.

“Luis Jimenez,” answer them simultaneously.

After hearing the confessions from the servants earlier, Matteo rushed towards the estate. Matteo's steps are now fixed on the pavilion located on the outer side of the plantation. There is where plantation workers live and rest. Matteo leaped over the pavilion fence as tall as an adult human with ease, as if it was a shrub that was only knee-deep.

His movements got faster and closer to the terrace and banged on the door tight. It was late in the evening, where most of the workers were having dinner. But Matteo doesn't care anymore. He must find Luis Jimenez soon.

Not long after, a thick mustachioed man who Matteo had known all along as a foreman, opened the door. “Goodnight, Sir,” greet the man.

“Dario,” reply Matteo. “I'm looking for one of the workers named Luis Jimenez,”.

“Luis Jimenez?” Dario scrunched his forehead. “He is no longer here, Sir,” said the man.

“Where?"

“He has returned to Sicily,” Dario replied.