Instinct screamed to willingly kiss the beauty before him. But reason said something entirely different. Fortunately, Eugene was a person who knew how to suppress instinct and follow reason.
Just before their lips met, Eugene succeeded in placing his hand between them. Valentine's lips collided with his palm. The sensation was disconcertingly soft and stimulating.
Wrinkles formed between Valentine's brows as he was blocked just before the kiss. He looked as if he might pull out a gun and point it at Eugene's forehead at any moment.
"I feel like I might throw up from drinking too much."
Eugene hurriedly explained. Valentine stared at Eugene's eyes for a moment with furrowed brows before taking a step back. Eugene didn't miss the opportunity and quickly said, "Well then, goodbye," before hastily closing the door, locking it, and sliding the bolt. Not content with just that, he dragged a chair over and secured it under the doorknob. Hoping this would withstand at least two kicks.
After completing these measures, Eugene pressed his back against the wall right next to the door and monitored the situation outside. He didn't have the courage to put his eye to the peephole to check if the man was still there. The best he could do was to hold his breath and listen for any movement outside.
Had he already gone?
The moment he thought this, he sensed someone at the door. The sound of shoes stepping on the hallway floor could be heard. It paced back and forth in front of Eugene's door a few times before gradually fading away.
Haaa...
Eugene slid down to the floor with his back still against the wall. Angel, who had been quietly watching Eugene from his perch on the windowsill, finally meowed and approached with gentle steps.
"Angel."
Eugene tightly embraced Angel's plump body. In less than a second, Angel struggled. The cat hated being held tightly. When Eugene loosened his arms, Angel's struggling stopped. Looking at Angel's deep blue, mysterious eyes, Eugene recalled the murderer he had just been with.
Until now, he had never seen blue eyes as mysterious and beautiful as those of his chubby cat Angel. But those eyes. Those damn blue eyes. The image of those eyes was stuck in his mind and wouldn't go away. Come to think of it, Ricardo Luciano had called Valentine "Angel."
"...Angel."
Eugene murmured, overlapping Valentine's eyes with those of his cat Angel. As if sensing that the name just called wasn't meant for him, the hyper-sensitive cat jumped off Eugene's lap and went away.
"What happens now?"
Eugene asked the empty air, still crouched against the wall. But there was no one to answer, and Eugene himself couldn't find an answer.
He had witnessed a murder, performed oral sex on the murderer, met the murderer's grandfather, gone to the murderer's candy store, almost received candy and money as gifts from the murderer, and been escorted home by the murderer. And he had almost been kissed.
Would this ridiculous, jumbled, incomprehensible story end here? Or would it continue?
Eugene got up and walked to the bed. He immediately collapsed onto the bed and pulled the sheet over his head.
The gun barrel pressed against the back of his head. A .44 caliber Desert Eagle. Known as the "hand cannon" because its power is closer to a cannon than a pistol. If hit at close range in the back of the head with this, one's skull would be shattered, making it difficult to find traces of the body above the neck.
Leo, facing the crisis of having his head completely blown off, swallowed the panini he had been chewing and turned his head back. Valentine, who had the gun barrel pressed against Leo's head, was smiling menacingly. He only smiled like that when he was extremely angry.
"After a date, when you escort someone home, you're supposed to kiss them?"
Claudio Luciano, more commonly known by his nickname Valentine, growled in his characteristically calm, deep voice.
"You couldn't do it?"
Leo asked with wide eyes, as if greatly surprised. Valentine's gaze grew even fiercer.
"I couldn't. Just before I could, he blocked me with his hand, said he felt sick, and ran into his house with scared squirrel eyes."
Wheeeww-
Leo fearlessly whistled, despite having a gun barrel against his head. It was a tribute to Eugene Biscetti. Whatever his feelings, Valentine was a man whose looks alone could put Hollywood's finest male actors to shame multiple times over. Anyone who rejected a kiss from such a man deserved praise.
"That's strange."
Leo soon muttered with puzzled eyes. The gun barrel pressed firmly into the back of Leo's head. It meant to quickly explain what was strange. While eyeing the panini he had bought while waiting for Valentine, Leo began to speak. The panini from the Italian restaurant on the first floor of Eugene Biscetti's apartment building. What an incredible taste, he thought.
"While driving, I noticed that every time Eugene Biscetti looked at your face, he seemed mesmerized. Judging by his eyes, he seemed completely smitten with you. I'm surprised he rejected the kiss."
Leo, his eyes fixed on the panini, paused briefly before adding:
"Then again, considering he witnessed a hit just yesterday, it makes sense."
Even if Eugene Biscetti was infatuated with Valentine's face, he was still an ordinary person. He wouldn't have the courage to kiss a murderer the day after witnessing a murder scene. Or conversely, he might be brave enough to reject a murderer's kiss.
Valentine's eyes narrowed. He jabbed the gun barrel hard into Leo's head, as if he might shove it through. Leo's head tilted at an angle from the pressure.
In truth, Valentine had every reason to be furious. For the first time in his life, he had gone on a proper date with someone. He had formally introduced him to his family before the date, almost given him gifts to express his feelings, and politely escorted him to his front door afterward. He had followed formal procedures, respecting the other's honor to the fullest. Of course, whether Eugene Biscetti also thought of that meeting as a date was unknown.
"It was only the first date. Most people don't kiss on the first date."
"Then on which date do they kiss?"
Valentine said "kiss," but his nuance suggested "sex." So he was captivated by his looks but not mentally gone enough to jump into a kiss. Leo calculated inwardly. Of course, no matter how much Leo thought about it, he couldn't know how Eugene Biscetti would react. If he got this wrong too, Valentine might unhesitatingly blow Leo's head off. So the correct answer was to not give a precise answer.
"He's part Asian, right? Asians generally have a strong sense of sexual virtue, so they don't have sex after just one or two dates. Some extreme ones even wait until after the wedding ceremony. That's how Asians are, isn't it?"Having said that, Leo quickly added before Valentine could explode:"Of course, since he's also half Italian, he probably won't go that far. Right, Valentine?"Valentine was silent for a moment. He seemed to be trying to think positively. Leo was amazed. Goodness! Valentine trying to exercise such patience!"...Fine. Better to have a sense of virtue than a loose behind."Valentine muttered as he withdrew the gun from the back of Leo's head."Tell Don Luciano that Eugene will work at my store from now on. He likes money, so tell him to set a generous amount.""Should I also request the law firm to handle things in advance?""Yes."Valentine leaned back in his seat. Leo finally took another large bite of his panini and drove the car. The brick-red five-story buil
But that state didn't last long. Eugene immediately began to think of a solution. If that law firm had dismissed him, he needed to find another firm as quickly as possible. However, the situation was hopeless. Since his position at B&W had been secured early on, he hadn't considered looking elsewhere. Positions at prestigious law firms would have all been filled by now. At this point, any position he could secure would come with a salary cut of more than half, or even two-thirds. That would be devastating for his career.Why? Why did this suddenly happen?"Damn it."Eugene began biting his thumbnail, a habit he'd abandoned after the age of 7. That's how shocking this situation was.As Eugene paced anxiously around the room, Angel, sensing the mood, slipped quietly under the bed. While alternately biting his nails and lower lip, Eugene glared at the phone. His acceptance to B&W had been partly due to Professor Hamilton's recommendation letter. Professor Hamilton, who considered Eugene
Eugene slowly looked around the café. The interview location Professor Hamilton had given him was a small café. This suggested that the professor's contact wasn't a law firm or large company. The fact that the interview was being held in such a place meant it was likely a private individual. Though slightly disappointed, any position recommended by Professor Hamilton was worth interviewing for."Biscetti, my boy!"Someone raised a hand from a corner table by the glass window. Due to the backlight, Eugene couldn't see clearly. He walked in that direction. As he got closer and his eyes adjusted to the light, the other person's figure became increasingly clear.An expensive, elegant suit, white hair, and a wrinkled face. Eugene stopped walking when he saw the man's face. This was the source of the creeping anxiety he'd been feeling since yesterday. Eugene inwardly sighed."How many days has it been since we last met? Please, sit down."The elderly Italian-American lawyer, Mateo Martino,
Eugene asked aloud what he had already suspected. Mateo Martino smiled silently."We've looked into you a bit. You're the kind of talent that large law firms would welcome with open arms. But from now on, there won't be a position for you at any law firm."He meant they would ensure Eugene couldn't enter any law firm. There might be firms where the mafia's influence didn't reach. But Eugene couldn't be so optimistic. How many people could easily say "No" when facing a gun?At that moment, Eugene completely abandoned his attachment to New York and a successful life there. It was painfully regrettable, but that was fine. America was a large country with plenty of major cities where one could enjoy success. For example, Miami, where his parents had moved... He would have to take the bar exam again when changing states, but considering his future life, it was a sacrifice he'd have to make.Yes, Miami would be fine too. Eugene recalled the weather and scenery of Miami when he had visited h
Creeak. The bed let out a soft cry as Valentine placed his knee on the edge and climbed up. He boldly moved over Eugene, who was half-lying down. Eugene, trying to avoid the approaching face, ended up lying flat on the bed. Valentine placed his hands on either side of Eugene's head and curled up the corners of his mouth."How did you get in? This is breaking and entering.""I heard you signed the contract?""News travels fast, I see."Eugene sassed the killer without fear. It occurred to him that this might endanger his life, but he had just been forced to sign a contract after being threatened with a funeral director's business card. It was impossible to speak pleasantly to the person responsible for his predicament. But Valentine, showing no sign of offense, asked:"May I kiss you?""...How did the conversation suddenly turn to that?"Eugene, who had been imagining punching Valentine, wore a baffled expression."I asked if I could kiss you."The blonde beauty asking again somehow l
Doni, a strip club enthusiast, asked while swinging his feet. He asked every single day despite always being rejected. When Eugene silently shook his head, Doni started rambling about the strip club he planned to visit tonight. It was mostly about the strippers—who had perfect breasts, who had killer buttocks, and whose recent breast surgery was really terrible. Thanks to Doni, who talked about strip clubs and strippers at every opportunity, Eugene knew everything about the nearby strip clubs and their strippers despite never having visited one.Big Mouth. That was Doni's nickname. True to his nickname, he was an incredible chatterbox. In this world, talking too much unnecessarily was practically inviting death, but he had the skill to know what to say even while chattering. His chatter was exhausting, but thanks to him, Eugene had learned a lot about this place.Doni had another nickname: Brain. Those who knew him usually called him by that nickname. When Eugene first heard the nickn
The place they arrived at in Leo's car was the Italian restaurant in Brooklyn where Eugene had first met Ricardo Luciano. Both Ricardo Luciano and Valentine seemed to be regulars here, dining at least once every two or three days. Of course, Eugene, who was constantly dragged around by Valentine, was becoming a regular as well."Oh! Angel!" Don Luciano exclaimed joyfully, raising both hands as they entered the restaurant. Valentine bowed at the waist to receive kisses on both cheeks and returned the gesture. After greeting his grandson, Don Luciano immediately extended his hand toward Eugene. Having experienced this several times before, Eugene comfortably gave affectionate kisses to both cheeks of the mafia boss.Today, Don Luciano was accompanied by another elderly Italian man instead of his usual companion, lawyer Martino."It's been a while, Valentine," said the elderly man in an elegant and expensive suit with neatly combed-back gray hair, extending his hand toward Valentine. The
"So that's how it is," Don Colvino said to Don Luciano. Luciano, the chairman of the mafia council with authority to issue orders to the candy shop, nodded."Then I'll leave the handling to you," Don Colvino said to Valentine. Valentine's eyes, which had been busy molesting Eugene under the table by pressing his foot or fondling his thigh, flashed subtly upon hearing those words. Eugene swallowed dryly after seeing that fleeting glint. Whenever he saw that look, he was reminded anew: this man is a ruthless contract killer."The method?" Valentine asked."It would be best to make an example of him to tighten up the lax discipline," Don Colvino replied.In other words, execute him as an example and leave the body for others to see."Then I'll send Brain," Valentine designated Doni, also known as Brain, as the executioner. The two bosses nodded, and the matter was settled.As soon as that conversation ended, the two bosses moved on to other topics. Mario also immediately joined in, havin
The Chirico brothers who assisted Boss Santino Colvino. Carlo Chirico was the underboss among them.Leo nodded.His mind, momentarily empty, quickly became complicated again.While car accidents happen often, the timing was far too coincidental. There was a good chance this wasn't a simple hit-and-run.The Lucianos and Belmontes, long-standing enemies.The Lucianos and Colvinos, long-standing allies.Don Luciano and Don Colvino had worried last night that Belmonte might take advantage of the Luciano organization's vulnerability following Don Luciano's cancer diagnosis. The long-standing friendship between the Lucianos and Colvinos was well known to Belmonte... What if they targeted Colvino first before striking at the Lucianos? It could be a warning to stay out of the fight between the two families."Fortunately, he wasn't seriously injured. Looks like a week in the hospital will be the end of it," Leo added.The appetite he'd felt just moments ago had already vanished. Eugene put dow
Instead of going straight to the hospital room, Valentine gestured to Eugene, whom he had left alone until now. The waiting room's attention immediately focused on Eugene. To escape the oppressive stares, Eugene quickly moved to Valentine's side.Upon entering the hospital room, Don Luciano greeted them from his bed. Standing beside him was a familiar figure—Don Santino Colvino, boss of the Colvino Family and a longtime ally of the Luciano Family.Don Colvino embraced Valentine, then returned to Don Luciano's side and took his hand."To see you lying here like this... Our era truly seems to be ending," Don Santino said with a sad expression. Don Luciano gripped Don Colvino's hand tightly."Listen, Santino. If there's any troubling movement afterward, please take care of Claudio.""Of course. The Lucianos and Colvinos have been longtime allies, haven't they? And we will continue to be."The two bosses reaffirmed the cooperation between their Families."By the way... I'm worried about B
"Ricky!""Don!"Everyone cried out in surprise. Valentine supported the suffering Don Luciano and held him in his arms. Don Luciano, who normally appeared large and solid as a rock, looked very small in Valentine's arms. Eugene looked at the white tablecloth on the floor. Between the broken dishes and spilled food were small red spots that looked like blood. Shifting his gaze to Don Luciano's lips confirmed it.Violent coughing and hemoptysis."Call an ambulance!"Eugene shouted toward the waiter standing in the corner of the restaurant. The fidgeting waiter snapped to attention and picked up the phone at the counter. Before long, the sound of an ambulance siren could be heard in the distance. The ominous feeling of the bell he had heard leaving the candy store scratched at the back of his mind again. The siren sound, much louder and higher than the bell from earlier, was gradually getting closer. Though it was a sound he'd heard occasionally, somehow it sounded like a warning bell to
The place they arrived at by car was the Italian restaurant in Brooklyn where Eugene had first met Don Luciano.The entrance to the restaurant, which had been bustling with customers on his previous visits, had a "Closed" sign hanging."Oh, Angel!" Don Luciano greeted Valentine. At the table sat the consigliere Mateo Martino and the underboss Alberto Burcelli."Come, sit down," Mateo gestured. Alberto indicated the empty seats with a nod. There were three empty chairs at the large round table. Seats prepared for Valentine, Eugene, and Leo."You handled this job exceptionally well and cleanly," Don Luciano praised, patting Valentine's shoulder. Mateo smiled with his eyes as he sipped wine, and Alberto put down the newspaper he had been holding onto the table.The Miami Herald.A local Miami newspaper. A large headline was emblazoned on the front page:"BLOODY WAR BETWEEN GANGS OVER DRUG TRAFFICKING RIGHTS. THIRTY MEMBERS OF EMERGING GANG KILLED IN TWO DAYS. GANG ANNIHILATED. BRUTAL MU
"Valentine really seems to like you, brother Eugene," Jerry said, quietly approaching from the counter where he had been sitting silently. He envied how unusually friendly Valentine was toward Eugene.Jerry, who had briefly served as a driver when everyone from the candy store was away, had continued to hang around the store afterward. But it didn't seem to be Valentine's wish. Whenever Valentine appeared, Jerry would hide in some corner and not make a sound. He was afraid of making eye contact and being thrown out of the store."Valentine really loves candy," Jerry said, unwrapping a lollipop similar to the one Valentine had taken earlier and putting it in his mouth. As a young man, Jerry wanted to imitate everything his idol Valentine did."I wonder why he likes candy so much."Hearing Jerry's muttering, Eugene smirked. Jerry's question was also Eugene's question. Valentine was a killer who took contracts from the mafia to murder people. It was only natural to wonder why such a man
"Hey."Valentine greeted casually and turned his eyes to the television. He had a lollipop in his mouth. The crinkling sound of candy wrappers kept ringing out. Eugene looked down and saw candy wrappers at Valentine's feet and Angel playing with them.Eugene's brow furrowed. He irritably picked up the candy wrappers and put them in the trash can. The trash can was right under the coffee table, right at Valentine's feet. It was unbearable that Valentine would just drop them on the floor with the trash can clearly visible."Didn't anyone teach you to put trash in the trash can?"When Eugene complained, Valentine lightly snorted. Eugene's frown deepened. Valentine stared at Eugene for a moment, then took out the white stick from his mouth. It was an empty stick after he had finished eating the candy. Valentine showed it to Eugene conspicuously and then threw it in the trash can. The candy stick made a 'ting' sound as it hit the inside wall of the metal trash can."So you do know how."Eu
Eugene carefully wiped the gun with a napkin from the table to remove his fingerprints, then handed it back to Valentine. Taking the gun, Valentine smiled, showing his teeth slightly."You're not just a lawyer. You're the one who will become my consigliere."With the returned gun, Valentine shot Henry Pisano in the thigh. Pfft. Despite being muffled by the silencer, the gunshot was louder than expected. The old man groaned loudly. Eugene glanced at the blood-covered old man and grabbed Valentine's wrist."Anything more is pointless.""Is that so?""End it now."When Eugene spoke firmly, Valentine made a show of considering it with a "hmm.""Claudio."Eugene gripped Valentine's wrist tightly. Eugene's hand holding Valentine's wrist was trembling slightly. Those pale blue eyes glanced at Eugene's hand firmly gripping his wrist, then gave a faint snort.Eugene finally watched as Valentine put a bullet in Henry Pisano's head. The old man's body went limp. The carpet was soaked with blood
The two old men appeared to be longtime friends, but there was clearly a hierarchy between them. When Janni, the consigliere, spoke, Henry eventually sat back down in his seat.The air in the room was very heavy. Everyone was staring at Henry. Exposed to their gazes, the old man hunched his neck and wiped his temples and the nape of his neck with a napkin. Sweat dampened the napkin."We were old friends."Janni Alburno suddenly spoke. Henry's wrinkled neck moved slightly as if swallowing dry saliva. Henry put down the napkin he was holding and reached out to Janni."Listen, Janni."The voice calling Janni was soaked with tension, and also very desperate. Given their similar ages, the two must have known each other for decades. But there was not a hint of warmth in Janni Alburno's eyes as he looked at Henry."Take off your clothes."Janni Alburno said. Henry swallowed hard. He no longer seemed to have the luxury of hiding his tension."I said take off your clothes, Henry."Janni Alburn
In a candy store where only one or two customers visit a day, there's almost nothing to do. But Jerry, whose enthusiasm reached the sky, was busy sweeping and cleaning the store all day. Moving around the store without stopping for a moment, he made it so clean that it was hard to find even a speck of dust. He put particular effort into cleaning the front glass window. In Eugene's view, Jerry was more suited for a normal job than being in the Mafia. With such diligence and industriousness, he would succeed in whatever he did. If Eugene were the owner of this store, Jerry would already be a manager."Boss, coffee."Jerry, who had gone out sometime earlier, handed over a steaming hot coffee. The good aroma made Eugene's stomach stir and saliva pool in his mouth. Good coffee always knows how to please people."Thanks."Eugene gladly accepted the coffee. Jerry made a satisfied expression. After thoroughly searching the area around the store for days, he had finally succeeded in finding a