The charm of Mr. De Luca

Poison

Three months had passed, but Matteo could not find out the good news about Mia's whereabouts. Almost every day Lorenzo contacted him, even though only through a short message service. Matteo could understand that the information he gave Lorenzo was minimal and did not seem to help at all.  Therefore, he did not blame her at all.

 

That afternoon, Lorenzo asked to meet at the usual place. Matteo agreed, after all, it had been almost a week that the detective he had hired did not give him news. Angan Matteo has soared, when he faced the man directly. However, all the beautiful hopes to meet Mia again turned out to be buried deep.

 

“I'm really sorry, Sir. All the information I got from Francesca Ranallo's school turned out to be invalid. I have checked all the universities in Milan, from the famous universities to the ordinary ones, but I did not find the name Francesca Ranallo. From there I came to the conclusion that the girl you are looking for is not in Milan,” Lorenzo said making Matteo stunned. The gray-eyed man didn't know what to say.

 

“We could have widened the search area. However, there are more than sixty million souls inhabiting this country, and I don't think it's possible that the girl you're looking for has changed identities. Moreover, you yourself do not know the full name for sure. It feels very difficult to find someone without a last name, even though we have pocketed the name Ranallo. The proof, it does not help at all,” Lorenzo said again with regret. He saw the disappointed look on Matteo's face.

 

“However, there is one happy news for you. I have found the elder sister of Francesca Ranallo. Looks like the girl didn't move in with her two sisters. I think, it is impossible if he does not know where his sisters went,” he said later, making Matteo again look enthusiastic.

 

“Daniella?” matteo murmured softly.

 

“Ya, Sir. Daniella Ranallo lives in one of the apartments which is about 1.83 Km from the city center. It occupies the fifteenth floor. There he lived with his lover who was a man of Russian descent named Alexander Kanchelskis. You can meet him yourself, because it would be too suspicious if I came to the girl,” Lorenzo said. Matteo. He understood what he had to do.

 

After getting the full address Lorenzo wrote on a piece of paper, Matteo decided to go home. A little hope came back to him. He is planning to leave for Venice tomorrow. Hopefully, Daniella will cooperate with him.

 

At about eight in the morning, Matteo returned to Venice. Armed with the address given by Lorenzo, he went straight to that address. However, when he reached the fifteenth floor it turns out that Matteo did not meet with Daniella. Many times he knocked on the door of the apartment, but the place seemed to be uninhabited. He waited there until nightfall, but Daniella was nowhere to be seen. That made Matteo lose his patience.

 

Furious, he returned to his car and left the place. The hope that had appeared, was now instantly eroded away. He did not understand because everything felt complicated. Her dealings with Mia at this time, had taken up a lot of her time and mind. However, Matteo could not let go of the girl just like that, although he did not yet know what steps he would take next.

 

Matteo does not realize that Daniella saw his arrival. The girl just came back, out of nowhere. He immediately entered and sent a message to Mia.

 

Matteo comes to Alex's apartment. I think that guy must be looking for you, Mia.

 

 

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Until the early hours of the morning, Matteo could not close his eyes. He chose to stand near the opening of the living room, looking out at the darkness of the night that enveloped the vast courtyard of the Casa de Luca. Angry and desperate, Matteo is upset that he did not get the bright spot where Mia is. All the anger that he had endured so far, he was no longer able to control it.

 

After gulping down his drink, Matteo then tossed the glass with all his might. The innocent glass was smashed to pieces on the floor, because it had to be an impingement from a Matteo.

 

“What's up, Theo? Why are you venting your anger on a glass that can't fight. Did it just get there your courage?” antonio's voice came from behind.

 

 

“Deliver all the anger in you, Theo. Come to the southeast and subdue Roccia Nerra. This is a good opportunity for you while Vincenzo Moriarty is in America. Do what I suggest, son! You have to finish everything! Show that crown prince de Luca is not a weak man!” Antonio heated up Matteo with his words, angering him even more.

 

“You are very strong, Theo. You are the ruler! Don't waste your energy taking care of something that isn't important and doesn't produce anything. It would be a pity if your precious time is missed and ends in vain,” said Antonio again. The middle-aged man was getting closer to Matteo who was still with his anger held back.

 

Matteo slapped his clenched right hand against the wall. Pain, of course. He felt his hands hurt so much. However, all that turns out to be nothing when compared to the pain of losing track of Mia. That girl has really driven him crazy. Matteo hit the wall again. After that, he put his forehead there. Matteo tried to calm himself down.

 

"I don't know what happened to you, Theo. Who made you look weak like this?"

 

"I'm not a weak man!" refute Matteo with a firm and quite high tone. A great anger enveloped him again.

 

"You admit that you are not a weak man, but look at your current situation! I'm sure it's none of the organization's business that has made you look like a pathetic loser!" again, Antonio provokes Matteo, causing the man to become even more enraged.

 

"Take your talk, Uncle!" point at Matteo with emotion. His breathing sounded so heavy and heavy. "I'm not a loser. Remember that's fine!" point at Matteo firmly. "I'm not like your son, the lazy Marco!" Matteo slapped his fist against the wall with emotion.

 

Antonio still looks calm. He then touched Matteo's shoulder and said, "That's why I expect so much from you, Theo" he said. "Because you're not a lazy Marco! Because you are Matteo de Luca! The blood of a fighter is rushing through your body, and you wouldn't be able to if you didn't take it all out by fighting!" antonio continued, patting Matteo on the shoulder several times. After that, he left the nephew just like that.

 

Matteo is alone after Antonio's death. He stared at the whitewashed wall that was now stained with blood coming out of his knuckles. The pain is nothing, compared to the uncomfortable feeling that disturbs his heart and mind now. “What should I do, Mia? Do you really not want to be found? Should I give up on you?” muttered Matteo alone.

 

Matteo rubbed and observed the back of his hand which was filled with abrasions. So many burdens are on his shoulders now. The eyes of the twenty-six-year-old man, then turned to the painting of his parents are displayed gracefully with a gold frame. Lent back Antonio's sentence that seemed to burn his ego.

“Maybe it's much better. Yes, I am the ruler. I'm not a weak man,” Matteo murmured again.

Everything would be fine, as he re-wetted his hands with the blood of his opponent. He would wage wars between clans and expand de Luca's power. It was an amazing way to kill the pain and remove the shadow of Mia from her heart and life.

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