The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Vincitore Dell'asta

That morning, Adriano seemed so busy preparing the files he would bring to Greece. However, thankfully Adriano was assisted by Pierre who was in charge of preparing all other needs.

All of this did not go unnoticed by Olivia. Since morning, the black-haired girl caught the unusual bustle of the blue-eyed man who had now become her master. Olivia ventured to approach Adriano, who had just stepped out of the study.

“Sorry, Sir. Will you go again?” ask Olivia doubtfully.

“Yes. You're right, Olivia. Keep up the good work as long as I'm not around,” Adriano replied without stopping his hasty steps.

“When will you be back?” ask Olivia again, while following Adriano to the front yard of the mansion.

“Do not ask much, Miss,” reprimand Pierre. “In a hard and cruel life like the one we live in right now, it would be safer if you didn't try to find out something that's none of your business." Pierre blinked his eyes and opened the car door for Adriano.

“Thank you, Pierre,” Adriano said as he patted the aide's shoulder. Not once did she glance at Olivia, who looked at her meaningfully.

“I hope you are always careful, Mr.” Undeterred, Olivia aligned her head with the car window still open. The cheerful rapport still continued to show to Adriano, even though the man was indifferent to her.

“Good. Thank you for your concern, Olivia,” said Adriano who was sitting dashingly in the car. After which, he closed the window glass with a straight forward gaze. Unheeded the girl who waved her hand accompanied her departure, until the car that was driven by Adriano disappeared from Olivia's sight.

“Excellent,” said Pierre who sat in the front seat, next to Adriano's personal driver trust.

“What's amazing?” Adriano turned his eyes to Pierre.

“What an amazing thing, because it only takes a few days for you to lure the beautiful girl,” Pierre chuckles softly.

“To be honest, I feel risi,” complained Adriano. “Every time I want to go and move, he always welcomes me in front of the door while asking where I want to go,” he said while scratching his forehead.

Pierre could not help but laugh. He was so scared he had to shut his mouth. “Ma-forgive me who's been disrespectful, sir. But I'm really amused to hear your story. It seems, this is a sign that you should start seriously looking for a companion,” joked the man from France.

Meanwhile, Adriano only smiled wryly in response to Pierre's words.

“Don't the companion of life have to be the one we really love?” A rhetorical question he addressed to his aide of trust.

“Through once,” reply Pierre quickly.

“For that, I've found it. Too bad .…” Adriano suddenly stopped his sentence.

“Why, Mister?” Pierre, who was curious about the continuation of Adriano's sentence, immediately looked back.

“It's okay, Pierre. Rest your mind. We have half an hour until we arrive at the aircraft hangar,” Adriano said. He immediately closed his eyes. Adriano no longer wants to be fouled with various kinds of personal questions by Pierre.

“Have you found it?” Adriano's guess didn't miss. Pierre began to raise a final question.

“Already. Rather than asking questions that are not important, you should immediately contact the pilot and crew. Ask if they have everything ready.” Adriano tried to divert the conversation.

“Don't worry, Sir. After arriving at the hangar, they will immediately fly you to Greece. Preparations have been ripe since an hour ago,” explained Pierre.

“Good then,” Adriano said. He said nothing more, until they arrived at their destination.

“Please, Mr.” This time, it was his personal driver who opened the door for the beautiful blue-eyed man.

Adriano replied with a sincere thank you. His tall body slightly bowed, as he replied to the cabin crew who welcomed the arrival of the man on both sides of the stairs into the plane.

Pierre smiled faintly at this. It feels good, when he is a witness from the employer who is the boss and the closest person. Adriano is now on top of the world.

It took them about two hours to arrive in Greece, the land of the gods. There, Sergei Redomir was waiting for him with a man whom Adriano had not seen for a long time. Old co-worker and friend. “Arsen Moras,” greet Adriano with warm. He immediately grabbed onto the shoulders of the handsome-looking man with extremely clean skin.

“He will deliver us to the auction location. Mr. Moras knows everything about that special land,” Sergei said excitedly.

“Alright, then. I don't think we need to linger here. The faster you move, the better. Anyway, I want to have a drink with you after this business is over,” Adriano said.

Without being asked, Pierre seemed to already know what his boss wanted. He immediately steered Adriano to a black Rolls Royce SUV, which had been on the tarmac since before Adriano's plane landed.

“Tell your driver to follow my car from behind,” said Arsen who was immediately responded with a nod of the head by Adriano.

The motorcade then moved from the international airport located in Athens, to an area on the coast of Crete named Nafplio City. Two hours of travel they have been through. The tiredness paid off with a beautiful sea view along the side of the highway.

A few minutes later, Arsen's car stopped on an empty land as wide as the eye could see. Soil with rock composition that looks uneven and directly adjacent to the Mediterranean Sea.

Adriano was immediately out of the car, when he saw Arsen and Sergei coming down their respective vehicles. “So, this is the place?” adriano asked, putting both hands in his pants pocket.

“Yes. Exactly right. If you're interested, then you'll have to go through the auction process for another hour at the downtown hotel. Profits obtained from the auction results, will be used to improve historic sites in this city,” explained Arsen while occasionally covering both eyes with the palm of his hand, because the weather is quite hot.

Adriano seemed to think for a while. He seemed to be considering the decision he was going to make. A moment later, the man smiled. “Take me to where the event is taking place,” the door is sure.

“Sure. Come with me now,” said Arsen enthusiastically. He re-entered his car. The car then drove to the city center of Nafplio.

The motorcade then stopped in the courtyard of a luxury hotel. There is an atmosphere around them that is crowded, and the excitement of local music typical of the island of Crete. Luxury cars are also lined up in the parking lot, as a sign that Adriano is a little late.

“It's okay. The show has not started yet,” said Arsen as he invited them into the hotel ballroom area. He chose the seat closest to the stage for Adriano and his entourage.

Shortly after Adriano sat down, a waiter placed a plaque on him before the auction.

The event began with music entertainment and Greek dance performances. After that, it continued on to remarks from the local mayor. It starts with the opening price.

Unexpectedly, it turns out that fans of the vast area are quite a lot. It is proven that they are persistent in offering and raising prices to the highest digit. Adriano looked calm and more silent. He chose to wait when the highest price was offered and no one raised his hand.

The moment that was waiting finally arrived. The auctioneer threw the highest price that left everyone in the room speechless. Adriano immediately lifted his plaque up high, making those in the room look in astonishment at him.

No one else received the last price other than Adriano. That is, it was automatically he who won the auction. The handsome man laughed widely. His voice looks so cheerful. This is his first laugh since the tragic incident that happened a few weeks ago on Elba Island.

Everyone near him greeted Adriano. Pierre hugged her many times. “Will you use to build what land is, Sir? Casino or nightclub?” tanyanya.

“It looks like I'm more interested in building a resort there. Places for tourists to come and relax with family. I want the place to be a child-friendly tourist area,” replied Adriano.

Sergei was surprised to hear Adriano's reply. The reason, the man once told him that he wanted to build a casino. “Why not a casino? It is obvious that the advantages gained from a casino will be much greater than a resort. Especially child friendly areas. What the fuck?” the protest was not understood by Adriano's way of thinking.

Adriano turned to Sergei with a calm look. The man then smiled. “There is a secret behind everything.” Finished saying so, the blue-eyed man turned his back and left them all just like that. “Urus everything is in order, Pierre. I want to have a quick drink with Arsen,” Adriano said as he walked gallantly to the reception in the lobby.