The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
The Agreement

After air travel for more than an hour on Adriano's private plane, they finally arrived at Catania airport. Marco went down first, followed by Coco and then Adriano. As a road guide, Marco had prepared two vehicles for him, as well as several men who escorted them.

“Bar it's about twenty minutes drive from here. We have to move quickly, because it will soon be noon,” said Marco who chose to sit in the front seat, next to the driver. Adriano and Coco took the back seat.

“What if we come more than noon?” ask Adriano.

“Mafia activities on the island of Sicily always start after noon,” Marco replied with a grin. “If that happens, then our motion will be hampered. Moreover, most of them have already recognized me as the new Klan de Luca leader. I don't want our investigation known by many people,” he explained again. He returned his eyes forward.

Adriano nodded in understanding. After that, he turned his face to the window. Coco who was sitting next to him had a glance at Mia's new husband and looked at him without turning a single look. His eyes were fixed watching Adriano from head to toe.

Coco continued to observe the man next to her. Starting from a black shirt that looks expensive, equipped with material pants with matching colors. Coco's attention then moved to Adriano's dark hair neatly combed back, then on the shiny pantofel shoes that adorn her feet.

After that, Coco then saw herself wearing only a bright flower-patterned shirt covered in a white t-shirt, and paired with torn jeans in parts. He could shake slowly.

“You don't look like a mobster, Adriano,” Coco chirps later.

“Say I am a businessman disguised as a mobster,” Adriano said without looking at Coco, he was more interested in watching the scenery outside through the window of a car that kept speeding. Adriano's tone also sounded careless.

Coco chuckled softly in response to the man's reply. “Are your words not reversed, Amico? You're a dandy mobster posing as a businessman, his chalk” who immediately gets a bottle of mineral water thrown from Marco.

“Don't start, Coco! If Mia found out about this, then she would definitely forbid Francy from marrying you. Remember that!” threaten Marco with glaring eyes.

“Oh, so so apparently,” Adriano shut her mouth to hold back a laugh. He glanced at Coco for a moment.

“Fuck you, Marco! Now Adriano knows, and he can attack me with it,” grumbled Coco while grunting in annoyance. Then he turned.

The conversation finally came to a halt as Marco's car pulled up in front of a two-story building filled with police lines.

“Bruno! Tell your friends to stand guard around the bar. My friends and I will go inside. Call me right away if you see anything suspicious,” Marco told his driver.

“Good, Boss,” replied the big tall man.

Marco patted the man on the shoulder before getting out of the car. The three men tore through one part of the police line and sneaked into the bar. The atmosphere inside still looked very messy. Fractions of bottles and glass were scattered everywhere. The table and chair were upside down with some blood stains on it.

Marco and Coco headed straight for the second floor, while Adriano stepped closer to the bar table and looked behind it. Remains of blood are still clearly visible, soiling the floor and glass walls where the bottles are displayed. With a single nimble move, the handsome man leaped just like that into the inside of the bar table. He crouched down and noticed one piece of evidence that seemed to have been left intentionally by the police.

Adriano picked up the object and watched it closely. Is a shell casing that is usually used for long barrel type rifles.

He was about to call Marco and Coco to point out his findings. However, Marco first called out the name Adriano. Half-running, the tall man climbed the stairs until he reached the second floor.

It appeared in front of him a young man with an estimated age similar to himself. The young man sat casually on one of the remaining sofas.

The man was wearing a police jacket. One hand was holding a cigarette, the other was holding a gun. “Welcome, Gentlemen. How are you guys?” he said with a meaningful smile.

“Who are you?” adriano asked calmly and flatly.

“Are you not able to guess, Mr Adriano? Look at my face. Is there any resemblance to someone?” the stranger asked back.

“We don't have time to play around, Sir,” Marco interrupted.

“Ah, what a pity. Guys as handsome as you guys don't have a sense of humor,” joked the guy.

“Alright, then. My name is Ignazio Ranieri. Does the name Ranieri remind you of someone?” the stranger who claimed to be Ignazio gave the riddle while standing, then walked up to Adriano. He pointed the gun he was holding right at the blue-eyed man's head while pulling the trigger.

“Calm down, Marco,” prevent Adriano while stretching hands towards Marco. The style still looks amazingly calm, although the muzzle of the gun is now attached to his forehead.

“Adriano D’Angelo. What happens if I punch you in the head? Of course your beautiful wife will be a widow for the third time,” Ignazio tried to provoke Adriano's anger.

“Ranieri, Ranieri,” muttered Coco slowly. He thought hard until his forehead shriveled. Occasionally the man scratched his head and ruffled his curly hair. “Ranieri!” repeat again with a louder voice. “Do you have a relationship with detective Ranieri?” guess Coco.

“Finally, one of you managed to remember my father,” grinned Ignazio.

“Detective Ranieri?” Adriano tilts his head, trying to re-open past memories when he finds a police detective about to investigate the death of Matteo's parents. “Oh, so, you're detective Ranieri's son? How are you doing now?” a warm smile rose from Adriano's lips.

“Bad news, Mr. Adriano. My father died trying to uncover the case of the Hand of Satan. He was shot remotely by an unidentified person,” Ignazio dropped the gun he had pointed at Adriano, then kept it behind a jacket. The man's face turned gloomy.

“You know? The bullet used to kill my father, the same as one of the bullets lodged in the body of Matteo de Luca,” the young man explained.

Suddenly, Adriano, Marco and Coco were shocked to hear that.

“What happened? How initially?” marco asked curiously.

“Since the death of Matteo de Luca, the Italian coastal region is very unsafe. Satan's hand has torn the peace in this country. They're vigilante, raiding every place at random. I don't know what they're looking for, which is obviously very desperate. The police cannot do much to reveal it,” Ignazio said regretfully.

“Then, how did you know that we were going to visit this bar? Where do you know my name?” look at Adriano with his eyebrows raised.

“Since Matteo de Luca's death, I've been watching you all. Marco de Luca lives in Palermo. From the beginning, the police did not dare to investigate the de Luca extended family much deeper. Besides because their clan is one of the oldest in Italy, Klan de Luca has also helped a lot in the social life of Italian people since the revolution,” explains Ignazio at length.

“However, not with me. Let's just say I'm the one who dares to enter your black life, including the big covert business hidden behind the label as the largest wine producer in the country, enough to make Marco and Coco very stunned.

“While you are, Adriano D’Angelo! You just married Matteo's widow. I can't believe your power in the mafia world is much greater than that of the de Luca clan. Incredible, at this young age .…”

“What do you want, Mr Ranieri?” cut Adriano off immediately. His blue eyes shot a sharp glare towards the man in the police jacket.

“You asked me what I want? My mom is ...” Ignazio rubbed his slippery chin, then walked back and forth in front of Adriano. “My memory is for you to help me destroy the Hand of Satan and restore the authority of the police. Let's just say, this is our secret cooperation,” bargained.

“That's funny. You're asking us to cooperate with the police?” Adriano laughed disparagingly. “You think I'm stupid, Mr Ranieri? You will surely destroy us as soon as we are useless to you,”.

“You can hold my word, gentlemen. Again, this is a secret partnership. That means only you and I know. We can be mutually beneficial in this regard. Believe me,” persuaded Ignazio to try to convince.

“Then?" ask Adriano.

“Help me find my father's killer, as well as stop Satan's hand from moving. In exchange, I will always protect your organization. My promise! If you succeed, then my name will be promoted in the police department. My position will rise and my power will increase. You will remain an underground organization hidden and safe from the reach of the law,” Ignazio explained lightly and looked very convincing.

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