Eiran Celestino

“Signore, Ecco la direzione della sala VIP”. The club manager, Matteo, says to me as he leads me to the VIP area of the club.

(Translation : Sir, Here's the direction to the VIP room).

The color scheme of the club is red and black. There are only red flashing lights everywhere I look, and I can't stop listening to this awful music. Almost nude women can be seen dancing on the floor, and some of them are perched on the bald heads of wealthy individuals.

Whores are irrelevant, though. I could care less. I'm just here to get my stuff done. More likely the work of my dad.

I finally made it to the VIP room. I entered the room.

"Benvenuto, caro fratello. Sono felice di vederti qui”. Alessandro Luciano gives me a hug in greeting. And I give him a hug in return.

(Translation: Welcome, my brother, nice to see you here).

The Luciano Mafia is led by Alessandro Luciano. My dad and Alessandro get along well.

As we sat on their opulent couch, I humbly replied. Suddenly, a girl made an attempt to perch on my lap. She had nothing on. Only a bikini that can't conceal anything. I pulled her away when she attempted to perch like that on my lap.

“Stai lontano” I spoke with a commanding voice and a thick Italian accent.

(Translation: stay away).

I want no whores to come near me.

She leaves this place, as I have stated. even though her presence is not what I want.

"What is the issue?” Alessandro laughed at his careless judgment and continued, "Enjoy with those sexy ladies."

Fool.

I said plainly, "I'm not interested."

I looked around to see this room. Here we are, myself and Alessandro, and there are whores surrounding him, serving him.

The contract between us is not of more interest to Fucker than women's.

Screw it. I'm surrounded by foolish people. I was so frustrated that I rolled my eyes.

Suddenly the club manager, Matteo, came into the room. All of the girls in this room also left the room. Thank heaven for that. It's only Matteo, Alessandro, and me here.

Excellent.

“Possiamo dare inizio alla nostra riunione?” With no emotion in my voice, I said.

(Translation: Shall we start our meeting?)

“Perché no?” Alessandro remarked, chuckling a little.

(Translation: why not?)

Alessandro receives some documentation from Matteo. He's attentively reading them. My right hand man prepared all the papers. These are documents related to drug sales.

"It's remarkable." As he placed all of the documentation on the table, Alessandro spoke.

"So, how do you intend to handle this?" I inquire.

"Don't you think that Celestino's are having an effect on the drug's quality?" He enquired. Something is cooking in his tiny skull, and I can feel it. Stupid.

In response, I grinned menacingly and said, "We Celestino's are the best drug suppliers in this whole damn city." I mentioned. My voice seems to have a good dose of assurance to it.

If I said something funny, he would laugh. I stayed silent. All I'm doing is watching this asshole.

"Eiran Celestino is someone I know. This bloodline is being carried on by your father and grandfather.” He put his cigarette to his lips and added, "You Celestino's are the richest in everything."

He said, "Well, as usual, I'm interested in doing business with Celestino's," while wafting out cigarette smoke. He continues, “However, this quantity of cash is unacceptable.”

Son of a fucker, greedy.

With a laugh, I asked, "Are you really that interested in money?

Interestingly I reach over to the table and put a cigarette in my mouth. "A mafia boss like you thinking about money isn't acceptable," As I breathed in the cigarette mist, I said simply.

He gives a menacing grin. When he grins, I can see the lines around his mouth extending upward. He's presumably in his 50s or late 60s. Who gives a damn?

“sei intelligente”.  Alessandro said.

(Translation: you're intelligent).

A mafia leader bargaining in the business does not appeal to me. Since taking over Celestino's business, I have boosted drug costs. And he probably didn't like it. But who cares about his opinions? Celestino provides the best drugs, so it seems sense to boost their pricing.

Alessandro turned to face Matteo, who was standing alongside him. They talked about the deal proposition I had just shared.

Crashing his cigarette against the ashtray, Alessandro did. At last, he said, "I need time to talk with my right hand man about this. I'm pretty sure we'll pick Celestino's to supply the drugs again this year.* He got off the coach at the same moment as I did.

Luciano has gotten the drugs at Celestino's for the past eight years. But for some reason, I'm not drawn to him this year. Our business would not be impacted if he did not select us as his drug dealer. I can do profitable business with a lot of other people thanks to my extensive network.

We give each other a handshake. Matteo shows me where to go to get out of the room. I'm out of the room. I hear the club buzzing with loud music.

I'm about to leave the club when a woman suddenly puts her hands on my shoulder and asks, "Would you like to go out to dinner sometime, or should we go to my room and skip right to dessert?" in a seductive manner.

Whoa, what the fuck.

I quickly took her hand off her shoulder and, receiving no reply, strode towards the door.

To a random woman, I don't have to reply.

Now at last, I'm free of the chokehold. I feel like I can breathe now. In a peaceful manner, I abruptly broke off from the word ‘peace’.

It's time for me to call for my peace.

I tapped on Mysha's number. However, she didn't pick my call.

I could see she was pale when I called her yesterday. despite the fact that I haven't seen her in a few days and I am missing her.

Does she seem to be okay? I'm distressed.

Now I decided, Mysha's house is where I have to go.

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{All the translation done by A.I}

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