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
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