The charm of Mr. De Luca

The Last Tribute to Luigi

"Stop all this, Son!” sergeant Damiano as he spelled out Matteo's quick steps. The old man followed Matteo to the island of Sicily, to prevent him from committing even more brutal acts.

“One more point, Damiano!" matteo said with ambition "One more point and everything will fall into our hands!” continued the man with those gray eyes. His words sounded so light and as if without any burden at all. He did not think about how much blood had flowed, as a result of his indiscriminate actions.

“What are you looking for exactly, son?” jolt Damiano who had started to lose his patience. It is rare for a green-eyed man to lose such control. However, this time he was already completely unable to bear with all the actions of his foster son.

Matteo stopped his steps. He then turned to the man who had helped in looking after him since childhood. “You want to know what prompted me to do this, Damiano?" Matteo asked back with the same high tone of speech. However, a moment later the tattooed man took a deep breath and violently flung it down.  "I just want to distract myself from unimportant things!” matteo said slowly. After that, Matteo turned his face back

“What is that unimportant thing, son?" ask Damiano. The middle-aged man also tried to calm himself, although in his heart there was still a huge wedge.

"What do you mean by love? Broken heart? Because if that's the only reason, then it's not balanced with all the damage you've caused!” damiano's assertiveness made Matteo instantly speechless. The words that the nanny made, she felt like an arrow that had shot straight into her heart.

“You've been playing around with a lot of lives, son! You have committed a savagery just to be an escape from your cowardice! That is really unfair,” Damiano said as he turned and went past in front of Matteo and left him alone.

Matteo hung around for a while, until a call from Luigi suddenly awakened him. “Are we leaving now, Mister?” ask the young man politely. He seemed to be always excited in every trip around all corners of Italy.

The gray-eyed man nodded without making a sound. Soon, he boarded his vehicle to head to the northern side of Palermo. That one point was the last goal he had to submit to, to seize all of Moriarty's power. Previously Matteo first prepared a long barrel rifle raft, then he decided to get off the vehicle.

The Jeep that Matteo was driving was stopped in an uninhabited residential neighborhood, and had long been abandoned. Only one house seems to be alive. Matteo jumped just like that while carrying his weapon.

The atmosphere around the place seemed quiet. The area around the place is like not getting any meaningful care. That slightly bothered Matteo's instincts. However, the gray-eyed man did not care.

 

With Luigi and several other men, Matteo entered the two-story white-painted building. The situation around there feels completely deserted. No one is visible. “What do you think we've got into a trap, Mister?” luigi asked with concern. He is still loyal to be on the right side behind Matteo.

“Come on," replied Matteo quietly. "Stay careful and focused!” continue the man again. He kept increasing his alertness.

Matteo began to point his rifle at every corner of the building he passed. He also aimed his rifle at the top when he saw the movement there. Suddenly, from all directions, dozens of armed men, complete with bulletproof vests and helmets, surrounded them.

There was not the slightest trace of trembling from Matteo's face. The long-haired man was still able to act calm, even as Vincenzo appeared and descended the stairs slowly. The man's footsteps looked very dignified and so elegant. It is only fitting that he becomes someone who is very respected in the mafia world. Vincenzo looks amazing. His aura is very strong. Matteo looked like he saw his father in the man's body language.

“How are you, Fratellino (my sister)?” swipe it with a very distinctive style of speech. Highlight such sharp eyes with a very firm faceline. This was the first time he had met in person with someone who had brutally finished off his sister.

“My news is not okay from the moment you blew up my parents,” replied Matteo with such a deep voice suppression.

“You know if I didn't mean to do that. I just want to avenge my brother's death by killing you. I don't know if it turned out to be the wrong target" Vincenzo said. For a moment, there seemed to be a hint of regret on his face. However, not long after his face returned to how it was.

"Uncle Roberto is one of my best friends, and of course I also feel very lost,” Vincenzo said again.

“Don't be rash! That's your weakness, Theo. You haven't been able to control your emotions well,” Vincenzo said. "Once in a while, learn to be more calm and in control. I used to say things like that to my late sister. The man you had snapped his neck to almost break up" Vincenzo said again with a faint smile. His position is now in the middle of the stairs. He looked straight at Matteo.

“I want us to make peace. After all, we are now breakeven,” persuade the man. "I lost my only brother, and you lost your parents" he continued.

“Impas said you?" matteo Protest. "Squeals! One life was replaced with two lives of my parents.! As soon as you call break even?  Fuck you!” matteo Ogat.

“Come, Fratellino! After all, you should also be angry with that traitor,” Vincenzo said with a strange-looking smile. He then continued down the stairs, with one hand in his pants pocket.

“Whose traitor do you mean?” matteo growled with a murderous look towards the older brother of his former best friend. Vincenzo did not answer immediately. He continued to walk towards Matteo. However, the man did not have time to answer the question that Matteo asked, a red laser dot through the window of the building and moving around Vincenzo's forehead. However, the man did not notice it at all.

Within seconds, the red laser that stopped right in the middle of Vincenzo's forehead immediately disappeared and replaced with a hot lead that lunged into his head. Vincenzo collapsed right in front of Matteo who tried to hold the man's body. Fresh blood poured down and soaked Vincenzo's face.

The atmosphere became chaotic when Vincenzo collapsed lifelessly. One company of troops began to lose control and shot towards Matteo. Luckily, a Molotov cocktail was thrown out of the window and pointed right at the gunman. The bomb exploded and destroyed their defensive line. Everyone was thrown in all directions.

Similarly, Matteo reflexively protects his head while lying on the floor. The dense smoke enveloped the place for a while and made Matteo cough.

For a moment, Matteo tried to control his breathing which was slightly congested due to the smoke earlier. When it felt safe, Matteo got up and grabbed his weapon again. When the smoke began to decompose and the atmosphere returned to light, then he could see the terrible scenery around him. He was the only one who survived in that place. While Luigi and some of the men he was carrying, had been sprawled lifeless with a body drenched in blood near his feet.

Limping, Matteo's body sat on the floor. Luigi's body was almost invisible, as it was covered in blood. The young man was his favorite. Luigi's age is still fairly young, but his loyalty deserves a thumbs up. Matteo looked at the lifeless body. For the umpteenth time, he had to lose those he loved.

"Luigi ... my sister ..." sizzled Matteo quietly. His mind was empty for a while. The man sat beside Luigi and three others. A moment later, as his logic began to return, Matteo stood up and carried the four bodies one by one and put them in his jeep.

Matteo drove himself to the mansion de Luca in Palermo. There, Damiano was already waiting anxiously. The middle-aged man hurriedly greeted the Jeep car that entered the courtyard of the mansion. “I'm worried about you, son,” Damiano said with a worried face. He kept watching Matteo.

Matteo was silent. He did not get out of his car immediately. A few moments later, his eyes looked teary. “Ma’afmu, Damiano,” he said.

At first, Damiano did not understand what the ma’af said. But when Matteo came down and showed four bodies piled together in the passenger seat, Damiano understood.

This time, it was not a look of worry that he had shown Matteo, but a look of deep disappointment. There was a stifled rage within every breath of the middle-aged man.

Matteo wouldn't have dodged it had Damiano been angry with him. It was worth it he got.

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Her flat character, becomes increasingly cold at Luigi's funeral and three others the next day. Matteo stood closest to the burrow, following solemnly until the four coffins were nowhere to be seen because they had been buried. He looked down deeply, until a soft clap forced him to look up. Damiano smiled at Matteo, “You cut your hair, son?”

Matteo returned the smile as he restored his hair that was now only along the earlobe and neatly combed back. “This is all I can do to honor Luigi,”.