Perhaps it was simply the mentality of playing with prey before killing it. Angel often did the same when catching cockroaches. The fat cat would tap the cockroach with its front paws, making it run around, and when it got bored of that, it would tear off the antennae and legs one by one and watch it struggle. When Eugene couldn't stand it anymore and wrapped the cockroach in tissue to flush it down the toilet, only then would the cat lose interest and slink under the bed to take a nap. If Valentine planned to play with Eugene before killing him, unlike the cockroach, his final destination wouldn't be the toilet but the bottom of the Brooklyn harbor or the East River, not far from here.
"Shouldn't we pay for these first?"
Eugene quietly asked instead of accepting the bag.
"I'm the owner here. You like candy, don't you?"
Valentine asked with a bright smile. This blonde beauty who owned the candy store—something Eugene hadn't realized last night—seemed slightly dimwitted when speaking in broad daylight like this. Or at least that was the impression he was trying to give.
"I don't particularly care for candy. I eat them for a sugar boost when studying, but I don't specifically like them."
When Eugene carefully replied, Valentine's eyebrow rose slightly. Ah, damn it. Even that gesture was breathtakingly attractive.
"Then what do you like? Flowers? Cars?"
Valentine asked, carelessly tossing the candy bag onto the display counter.
"Well... if I had to say... money, I suppose."
Eugene answered carefully, but with certainty.
"Money?"
Valentine softly echoed. Eugene wondered if his answer was too materialistic, but it didn't matter. What was the point of pretending in front of a murderer? Eugene was currently a witness. Therefore, it was necessary to emphasize that this witness really loved money and could be bought off for the right price. He actually did love money, too.
"Have you ever met someone who doesn't like money? The world runs on money."
Eugene said with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
Valentine turned and went to the back of the store. Eugene swallowed dryly, imagining what he might be going to get. Surely he wouldn't bring out a gun and shoot him now. This candy store had a large glass window at the front. If someone collapsed bleeding inside, passersby would have a perfect view.
Valentine's blonde hair was visible between the tall candy displays. He paused somewhere briefly before returning to Eugene.
"I'll give you this as a gift."
Valentine held out a brown paper bag identical to the one he'd offered earlier. Unlike before, this one had its opening crimped closed. When Eugene didn't take it, Valentine forcibly placed it in his hands.
"Open it."
Valentine urged with expectant eyes.
He didn't want to open it, but with such eager eyes staring at him and urging him on, he couldn't refuse. Eugene suppressed his trembling heart and opened the bag.
"...This is..."
Eugene said in a surprised voice. The bag, the size of a child's head, was filled with bundles of bills. Benjamin Franklin's face was printed on the front of each bill. They were $100 bills.
"This is way too much."
Eugene muttered as if talking to himself. As a witness to Valentine's murder, he was certainly willing to be bought off to keep his mouth shut. But he never expected such a large sum. What if the money became a problem and Valentine came looking for it again? No thank you.
"This is too much money."
Eugene held the bag out to Valentine. The words "I'd be bought off for just one dollar, so please take back this terrifying amount" rose to the tip of his tongue. Who would want to suffer misfortune for taking mafia money?
"Didn't you say you liked money?"
Valentine asked, blinking those intensely blue, beautiful eyes. Eugene, who had been weak for blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin since childhood, was inwardly stunned by Valentine's appearance. If he continued facing this blonde beauty like this, he might nod his head even if Valentine smiled and asked for his life.
"I like money I've earned myself. Free things always come with strings attached."
Eugene politely but firmly replied, returning the money bag.
"I'm tired from drinking too much yesterday, so I should head home now."
Eugene carefully said after handing back the bag. Valentine then grabbed Eugene's wrist. Even though Eugene didn't have particularly thin wrists for a man, Valentine's hand completely encircled it.
"Then let's go have dinner now."
Valentine said, checking his wristwatch. The time was approaching dinner, or perhaps a bit early for it.
"What would you like to eat?"
Valentine asked. For the second time since meeting him today, Eugene thought: What is this man trying to do with me?
Everything that had happened today, excluding last night, made no sense. Perhaps because his tension had eased slightly, his eyes were getting heavy again, and fatigue from his hangover was beginning to weigh on his entire body. Now he just wanted to get home quickly and bury himself in bed.
"I'm not feeling well."
Eugene said, rubbing his upper stomach. He truly wasn't feeling well.
Hmm. Valentine exhaled softly. He held Eugene's wrist for a moment, staring at him, and finally nodded.
"Alright."
His "alright" surely meant that Eugene could go home. But he didn't release Eugene's wrist. Instead, he tightened his grip slightly.
"I'll take you home."
"What?"
Eugene asked before he could stop himself, then regretted it. Valentine called out lightly toward the back of the store, "Leo." Then Leo emerged from behind the colorful candy displays. He probably hadn't been crouching and hiding behind the displays all this time... There must be a hidden door or something back there.
Valentine pulled Eugene by the wrist. The seating arrangement in the car was the same as before. Leo opened the back door, Valentine pushed Eugene in and got in himself. Leo closed the back door, got into the driver's seat, and started the engine.
As soon as the car started moving, Valentine placed his hand over Eugene's again. Though it was the second time this had happened, Eugene was still flustered enough to bite his tongue. When their eyes met, Valentine slightly crinkled the corners of his eyes in a smile that was as sweet as honey and made Eugene's heart flip.What the hell is this man trying to do with me?!Eugene asked himself the same question for the third time internally. But it was closer to shock. Whether aware of Eugene's thoughts or not, Valentine slid his fingers from Eugene's fingers to the back of his hand. The touch was so suggestive that Eugene finally understood what this man wanted with him. The blonde murderer Valentine was currently making sexual advances toward Eugene.Sexual advances, really.Eugene internally screamed and unconsciously stole a glance at a certain area. Between Valentine's legs. Though he couldn't remember at all, Eugene had sucked the thing in there last night to save his life. Not r
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 c
"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
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