Eugene murmured like a sigh, standing in that spot for a long while before turning away. The cool night breeze struck his cheek. It was as chilling as that day from his past.Eugene woke to Angel's meowing for food, rubbing his heavy eyes as he checked the clock. 7:54 AM. He had slept in later than usual. Angel, confirming that Eugene was awake, went to the food bowl and meowed vigorously. The sound made his heavy head feel like it was rattling. Eugene sighed deeply, got out of bed, and picked up the cat food.After satisfying Angel, he looked out the window to see a scene no different from any other day. It was completely different from the previous dawn filled with shouting, gunshots, and police sirens. Chinatown was generally bustling, but gunshots were uncommon. Thanks to that, he'd spent the night sleepless. As the talkative Italian apartment manager had told Eugene when catching him on his way home, it was likely a clash between Vietnamese and Chinese gangs that had been infiltr
Luca Datero also handed over the armful of flowers he was holding. Books and flower bouquets. These were the gifts Luca Datero had been bringing to the candy store for three days now. Books could just be piled in a corner, but flowers were troublesome to deal with. Yet he couldn't throw gifts from the boss of Confezzioni in the trash, so several large bouquets were lined up in the candy store window."I told you to call me Luca."Luca Datero said with a smile. Eugene made a perplexed expression."How about lunch?""I already ate."Eugene calmly lied. Luca Datero looked at the clock hanging on the store wall. It was just turning 12:00 noon. He clearly knew there was no way Eugene had already eaten, but Eugene maintained a composed gaze with an awkward smile. Luca Datero stared at Eugene's face for a moment, then shrugged."Well, can't be helped then. I'll see you again later."After Luca Datero left the store, Jerry, who had been watching from behind the counter, rushed over."Don't fa
"I really wanted to throw them away, but I was worried it might cause problems!" Jerry explained, flustered. Valentine silently stared at Jerry while methodically crushing the flowers. Each time Valentine's foot pressed down on the flowers, Jerry looked as if he himself were being crushed."Throw them away," Valentine ordered after completely crushing all the flowers without missing a single one."Yes!" Jerry exclaimed, finally looking relieved as he crouched down and began sweeping up the crushed flowers."Here's the money," said the children who had gathered at the counter with their selected candies, placing coins on top. After Eugene checked the amount and nodded, each child firmly grasped their candy and ran out of the store.Ding-a-ling. As the bell rang and the children left the store, Valentine slowly walked toward Eugene. The pressure felt with each step he took was tremendous. Valentine grabbed Eugene's shoulder and guided him toward the back of the store.They stepped throu
Valentine's demanding voice was slightly hoarse. His low voice seemed to whisper and also rumble deep in his throat."Hurry."Valentine urged impatiently and nibbled on Eugene's lips. Eugene began to rub the hot dick that filled his hand completely. Valentine's hand, which held Eugene's, also moved in matching rhythm and speed.Hah. Mmph.Faint moans escaped between their intense kisses. It was just hands stroking in a piston-like motion, but the pleasure was beyond imagination.Intertwined lips and tongues, hands pleasuring each other, mixing hot breaths, gazes meeting in a heated state.Valentine paused his hand for a moment, then grabbed Eugene's hips and pulled him closer. Then he gripped both their dicks together and began to stroke them. Eugene grabbed Valentine's shoulders with his freed hands. Valentine's shirt wrinkled terribly under the strong grip."Ah-, mm..."Eugene kept making short moans. His body and mind felt like they were melting with heat. He felt like he would cum
Derek raised his eyebrows at Eugene's request. Eugene spoke again."It would be better to see directly rather than checking by touch, so unbutton your shirt or lift it up.""Eugene, I'm not wearing a wire."Eugene's gaze sharpened. Seeing that intense look, Derek ran his hand through his hair and muttered, "Right, that's the kind of person you are."Derek pulled out his shirt that was tucked into his pants and lifted it up to his chest. Derek's upper body, once a high school starting quarterback, was still as muscular as before. Eugene confirmed in the darkness that there was nothing attached to that torso. Though not asked to, Derek turned sideways to show his back as well."Are you certain there are no listening devices recording or monitoring my voice right now? Whether in this car or anywhere on your person?"Eugene asked firmly one more time."Yes."Derek answered definitively.Eugene nodded with that confirmation. Even if there were listening devices in the car, since Derek had
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
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
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
Leo scratched his forehead, seemingly embarrassed by his own flimsy excuse."I'll tell the Belmontes you're on a business trip."Valentine said nonchalantly, then leaned back into the car seat. His face made it clear he had no intention of listening to any more protests."We're going to Miami on a private jet?"Jerry, who had been keeping quiet, cautiously asked Leo. When Leo nodded, Jerry raised his eyebrows as if he'd hit the jackpot.An uncomfortable silence fell over the car. Valentine had always been that kind of man, but it couldn't feel good to be dragged around like this in such a situation. Eugene didn't feel like protesting further to a man who would do as he pleased anyway, regardless of objections.How long had he been staring out the car window? Something touched his forearm resting on his leg.Looking down, he saw white fingers creeping onto his forearm. They carefully slid down his arm, across the back of his hand, and slipped between Eugene's fingers. When left undistu
"Don Datero came to see you, didn't he? After yesterday, Eugene brother must have become the most famous person in New York. If Don Datero came all the way here to talk with you personally, that says it all, doesn't it?"Jerry chattered with an excited expression."Of course it's natural. Not only did you expose the FBI and Don Colvino's conspiracy by faking your death, but you also instantly—BANG!—took out Don Colvino while he was threatening Don Luciano with a gun to his head. This is practically like saving all of New York!""..."Hearing the heavily embellished heroic tale that Jerry had been spouting while drunk yesterday now coming out in broad daylight, Eugene felt like he wanted to clamp Jerry's mouth shut."If it weren't for our Eugene brother, wouldn't the council and all of New York have been destroyed by those FBI bastards? Right, brother?"Jerry sought agreement from Angelo Casani, who was approaching."That's right."Angelo Casani readily agreed with Jerry and went furth
They spoke simultaneously and then fell silent at the same time."...My mouth was dry from drinking too much, so I ate some candy."Eugene calmly said, picking up the candy wrappers and putting them on the nightstand."I see."Jerry nodded, adjusting the tray to a comfortable position for Eugene with an awkward expression. Eugene straightened his posture and removed the sheet. Two more candy wrappers were revealed, scattered on the bed."...Those too?"Jerry asked. Eugene silently collected the plastic wrappers and placed them on the nightstand.The freshly made frittata stimulated his appetite. Eugene moistened his throat with water, drained half a cup of strong coffee, and immediately picked up his fork. Jerry, perched on the edge of the bed watching Eugene eat, kept glancing at the candy wrappers on the nightstand. The twitching at the corner of his mouth suggested he had something he wanted to say."Could you get me another cup of coffee?"After finishing the remaining coffee and
"Jerry."Before Eugene could offer any comfort or greeting, Jerry's shoulders began to shake."I thought... you... were... dead..."Jerry sobbed, uttering each word separately, and as it became difficult to stand on one leg, he slowly slid downward while still embracing Eugene. Despite trying to keep Jerry upright, it was beyond Eugene's strength to support the large young man. Eventually, Jerry, just like on the first day he came to the Belmonte residence, wrapped his arms around Eugene's calves and shed tears. Tony Rico, who had initially watched with a mocking gaze, finally had to forcibly drag Jerry away, ending the emotional reunion."...I need to clean up."As the welcome was winding down, Eugene spoke while examining his disheveled appearance. Jerry, who had been sitting sprawled on the floor, sniffled and wobbled to his feet, tucking his crutch under his armpit. Perhaps because he was severely injured during the attack, or maybe because something had happened between them afte
"I'm sorry."The elderly man holding the gun to Don Luciano's temple, Don Colvino, apologized to the Chirico brothers with a melancholy expression."Everyone would be wise not to move."Don Colvino warned, pressing the gun muzzle harder against Don Luciano's temple. Leo, who had been aiming his gun at Don Colvino from right beside him, stepped back with a troubled expression."Unbelievable."Giovanni Belmonte was the first to mutter in a cold tone. Mateo and Alberto, who had been friends with Santino Colvino for decades, stood frozen with their eyes wide open in shock."Oh, Santino. My friend."Don Luciano sighed with a face immersed in sadness. Don Colvino's face contorted as if about to cry."I'm sorry, Ricardo. But I had no choice. Melania, my only granddaughter, was arrested on drug possession charges. Ricardo, you know Melania. She's a good girl who got into college on a scholarship. She just made a momentary mistake, falling for a friend's deception.""You could have told me.""
Just before reaching the yacht, Eugene looked at Valentine, who stood tall beside him. His golden hair, fluttering in the sea breeze, sparkled like gold dust under the strong sunlight. From the moment they boarded the yacht, Valentine and Eugene would return to being Luciano and Belmonte. It was uncertain how their relationship would unfold afterward. They hadn't discussed this point at all. But somehow, Eugene wasn't worried. He had a vague feeling that everything would work out. It wasn't forced optimism. It was simply a groundless belief that Valentine would resolve things on his own.Finally, they reached the yacht. Leo went first, pushing the wheelchair across the gangplank. Valentine followed behind."My God, Ricky! Valentine!"Mateo exclaimed, hugging Don Luciano and Valentine in turn and showering them with kisses. Alberto was no exception.Eugene walked toward Giovanni Belmonte, who stood tall. Giovanni Belmonte waited until Eugene reached him, then extended both arms to embr
"Now, now. Since this meeting is primarily to mediate the war between Luciano and Belmonte, let's focus on resolving that first. Don't forget, with the FBI involved, we need to wrap this up quickly."Don Colvino, who had been quiet until now, stepped in to urge reconciliation. But the atmosphere for reconciliation had already been broken."We can reconcile whenever we want. Right now, it seems we need to discuss something more important first."Don Datero, who had been sitting silently with an expressionless face, spoke up. Luca Datero, a young boss only in his thirties, typically kept a low profile at such gatherings out of respect for the other more senior bosses."I believe we need to first address the evidence against Don Luciano that the prosecutor has allegedly secured. If that evidence is real, it means one of our high-ranking Cosa Nostra officials is an FBI rat. This is no time to be talking about wars or reconciliation while we're carrying such a dangerous bomb inside our ran
The New York Council was convened again after just a few months.This council was called at the request of Don Pepe Cariello, boss of the Bonino Family, with the primary purpose of mediating the war between Luciano and Belmonte. Not only the warring parties Luciano and Belmonte, but also Colvino and Confezzioni, who had joined the conflict between the two families, immediately agreed to the council meeting. The reason was simple: Don Luciano's detention.Thanks to the council chairman facing imminent indictment, the council date was quickly established. Don Cariello, responsible for organizing this council, informed each family of the date, time, and location. Nobody raised any objections.The notified council location was an upscale residential area in Belport, Long Island. Luxury cars departing in succession from New York made their way to the driveway of the beach house. Men from the Bonino Family greeted visitors respectfully. The Bonino Family, typically considered the lowest ran
"Pizza?"Valentine asked out of nowhere.Eugene was about to snap, "You're thinking about pizza in this situation?" but simply shrugged instead. While it was absurd that Valentine was only thinking about dinner menu without any worries or concerns, it was also just like him. And as always, watching him be so carefree and confident somehow inspired a groundless belief that everything would work out."Let's go with pizza."When Eugene nodded, Leo turned the wheel with a cheerful face, saying he knew a place with killer pizza.* * *"How long does it take to confirm one identity? What? That's your problem. Stop making excuses and make sure you confirm it and give me results today. Otherwise, I'll visit your home tonight, drag your sleeping body out of bed, and roast you alive!"BANG!Tony Rico slammed down the receiver so hard it nearly broke, then continued fuming, unable to contain his anger."Still nothing?" Fredo asked in a flat tone as he drank his coffee. Tony flopped down in the