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The First Glance

20th July, 2007, Rome, Italy

I am Vittorio Bruno, an empire of the Italian mafia chain. Son of Mr. Alan Bruno and Mrs Margaret Bruno. For my
pleasure, everyone and everything is for me, for this 29 years old mafia.

I will write each and every detail of my daily happenings. It will help me to manage my interaction with some specific people, whom should I protect and whom should I kill. Hope I will be consistent over time.

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Today, I was in my office, and someone informed me about a land, which can be beneficial for us. But the landlord Mr. Noirtier does not agree. We propose good money, but he denies it. Now, it's my turn to play. So, I gonna fix a time to meet him in person.

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21st July, 2007, Rome

What a bad day. One of my mafia gangs is killed by conspiracy . I know it's normal thing in mafia life, but still, they were my people. They did work for me.

Arman, rest in peace

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24th July, 2007

I am in my office, having some drinks and writing this journal. These two days were hectic. The funeral ceremony, their family, donor arrangements, and so many things were there to handle.
But the good thing is my gold share price is increasing rapidly, and if it continues, then a big profit assures us to relax. I love it. It was so hard to grab those unaccounted wealth and make it legitimate. I work perfectly, so it's easy to be safe and dangerous at the same time in other's eyes.
Whatever, I fixed my meeting with Mr. Noirtier tomorrow, at 'aling' bar. This bar screams money. Perfect for a person like me and him. I don't wanna kill him cause in the future we can use him. But still, I will carry my pocket revolver . There also will be my most trusted armed bodyguard, Kala. But yes, I am ready to pay more than usual for that land.
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25th July, Rome

I am on my bed of my mansion. I hate to call it mansion cause it sounds weird (according to me). But I don't know who this girl is on my lap, sleeping so peacefully like a poor potato. I informed Delly to give me every data about this girl.

[ Delly is 28 years old, man, childhood friend of Vittorio . He is a technician and a sharp hacker. He also works as an informer or an agent]

She is like a little Orsetto. Sleeping deep. She is holding my left arm tight, and in this little half and hour time, she has had 6 nightmares. It was like panic attacks. How disgusting. She is clingy. How can one be so weak? I hate those people who cry. If any of my captive cry, I kill them with my digger. Every stab with every fading cry, and they fade forever. But I won't kill her, off cause. I don't kill innocents. I kill those who need to be killed for the sake of this society.

It was 7 pm. I was talking to Mr. Noirtier. He is rich and wealthy. The main point is that he is very friendly. I have never seen any wise person like him. He just wanted to meet me before signing the selling contract. He was willing to sell it to me, and I am willing to spend money. So, in 30 minutes, it's all done.

He left after a small talk, but I was still in that private room of "aling," checking all the reports. A new captive, we decided to kill that bustard. Oh, fuck....

I drank some sips of Château Pétrus. The French wine. It's fucking amazing. It's velvety, bold,and soft with intense fruit flavours. I was relaxing a little, then a certain screaming break my time.

Oh, shit

"Please, please leave me......I was just going to die....please no, I beg you...please"
A girl is crying and pleading intensely. But no one is listening.
This sound is coming from the adjacent room beside me. It was so irritating. I headed out and opened the next door, and I stooped for a moment. All my anger was melting. That fruit flavour of Château Pétrus testes to bitter on my tongue now. I have taken a back and decided to do something.

She was trying to tightly grab her last past of her attire, but no one was listening. Her sky blue dress is teared, and those old gaggies were forcefully trying to unclasp and cut off her bra and brief .
I rushed in the room, and I think they were quite surprised to see an outsider in that situation. But they smiled at me with greedy eyes, " o young man, you wanna join us? Welcome. But elders first, " he grinned at me, revealing his stained teeth. The girl was already unconscious, and they were making her naked.

I tried to understand myself first, what should I do!

I grab the collar of one that baggies and punch him. Others were trying to stop me, and I kicked them in their ass ( they can't bear in dick though. They are aged enough). Suddenly, Kala entered the room with an aimed gum. Those gaggies held up their hands and got out.

I told Kala to bring a long towel from reception, but this bar has no long wearable towel. So, Kala bought it from a nearby store. I tried to wake her up, but I think she is unconscious. I wrapped her and held her in on my shoulder.

While I was wrapping her, I was charmed by her beauty. Yeah, a cold blood mafia was astonished by a rape victim's beauty. She has just like every female body, two boobs with two sensory nipple and a pussy with sensitive clitoris. Two hands and two legs. I saw all those naked before in front of my eyes. No, not in bed, but in many prostitute. No, every mafia is not in prostitute business. Some powerful mafia also save them and send them to the national help centre . But, I said, she is beautiful. She had no makeup, but every curl of her hair captivated me. I saw her dark, profound black eyes begging those greedy old dicks to leave her alone. The tear stains on her pufferfish colourless cheeks. "How long is she crying ?" Whatever, it's not my case. I don't care.

I put her in the back seat. She was just wrapped in a towel, with an unbuckled bra and cut off brief. So, Kala suggested letting him drive and told me to sit with that girl.

I know, you guys gonna say why I am listening to my bodyguard , he should do according to me, not me accordingto him. But i believe every success holds cooperation. Sometimes they suggest us the best.

I never did anything personally for any specific person's sake or to protect them. I was quite confused. Whatever, I was happy for my contract with Mr. Noirtier.

I held her as I couldn't able to close the seat belt with her. And from that time, she is holding my left arm, and there is no expectancy to unwrap the arms around my left biceps.

However, Ms. Myra, the caretaker of this house ( mansion?), brought a housecoat (which is mine BTW) and put on her. While she was putting on her that damn housecoat, I saw a big dark scar on her back. Scar should be scary, I have those scary scars on my body in so many places, but her scar is not that scary , it was deep. " How painful it was !" I know, cause I have those.
Who is she? What's her story .....what happened to her, what the nightmares are ? About this assault?

What the fuck am I doing.....agrhhhh, some time is wasted. Well, I have nothing to do now. My assistant Carlo assures all the work to be done by him after listening to the whole story.

"Mr Vittorio, may I come in?"

A knock on my door. I looked up . It's Dr. Rachel.

"Oh yeah! Come in. "

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