Chapter 5 - Hunting Dog

The black Alfa drove at high speed down the streets of Rome that night. 

The man in the hat sat in front of the controls, his two hands wearing black gloves busy turning the steering wheel.

The boy lying in the middle seat of the car started to wake up.

Carlo was surprised.  What happened to him?

The sixteen year old teenager hurriedly got up.  He looked around.  That's right, he was in a strange car.  His eyes narrowed at the mysterious man who was driving.

"Hey, who are you?!"  he asked in a raised voice.

Alberto Castaro, the man who was driving the car, did not answer.  He just stared at the rearview mirror above him.  His lips grinned slightly when he saw Carlo's silhouette from there.

"Hey, are you deaf? Who are you and why kidnapped me?!"  Carlo shouted again.

"Sit down, Baby Boy. You'll find out soon enough."  This time Alberto answered.

Carlo just stared in surprise at the man in front of him.  It's a kidnapping, he should call Michele.  The boy fumbled in his jacket and trouser pockets looking for his cell phone.

"Your cell phone is with me. Be quiet and don't ask too many questions. Do you understand?"  said Alberto without taking his eyes off the road in front of him.  His tone was cold and pressing.

"Hey, are you a thief too?!"  Carlo growled.

"Let's just say so."  Alberto responded calmly.

"Shit!"  Carlo leaned languidly on the car seat.

Meanwhile at the hotel.

Michele hurriedly got up leaving the woman in the middle of the bed.  His appetite was peaking.

What does Paolo want to say?  Would his accomplice want to remind him to swallow the stimulants?

You bastard!

Furious and with her libido almost at its peak, Michele drew a picture of the gun lying on the table.  The tall, burly, shirtless body rushed towards the door.

"Boss?"

Paolo was very surprised as soon as the door opened.  Michele was already standing, pointing the gun at his face.  The man took one step back in fear.

"Are you tired of living, huh?!"  Michele shouted.

"Boss, we're sorry," said Paolo. 

Then he leaned closer to Michele and whispered.  "Young Master Carlo was kidnapped."

Michele widened her eyes in surprise.  Then he rushed into the room and grabbed clothes.

Meghan, who was still in the middle of the bed, just stared with an expression of surprise and fear.

"Take care of that woman."  Michele ordered her men to take care of Meghan.  Then he left.

"What do you guys want? Hey!"  Meghan screamed when two bodyguards came forward and immediately grabbed her hands.

Unlucky!  They tied him back in the middle of the bed.  Meghan could only utter curse words when the two bodyguards left.

The Alfa car carrying Carlo was seen driving into a tunnel by the sea.  Paolo and his men immediately moved.

"Don't shoot, Young Master Carlo is over there!"  Paolo ordered his men.  They were in the same car and were chasing the kidnapper's car.

"Hey, drive the car properly! Oh my God, I want to throw up!"  Carlo shouted at Alberto because the man was driving the car like he was racing on a circuit.

The man in the black hat who was driving the car didn't care about Carlo's whining.  The Mafia must have caught up.  They would not let them live or die if they were caught.

"Stop the car! My stomach is sick and my head is dizzy!"  Carlo kept screaming.

Shit!  The man seemed completely deaf.  The teenage boy in the black suit hurriedly got up. "Stop the car, you idiot!"  he shouted again.  This time straight into Alberto's ears.

The man was shocked.  Reflexively, he slapped Carlo hard.  The boy fell back into the middle seat of the car.

"Shit! Your slap wasn't bad, dude."  Charlo groaned while holding his left cheek.

Alberto doesn't care.  He drove the car faster.  Until he arrived in the middle of the tunnel on the bridge, he was shocked.  Michele's men were already standing in front of them holding weapons.

The car brakes suddenly.  Carlo almost fell out of the car seat because of that.  The teenager cursed at Alberto in annoyance.

"Oh, look! Michele's people are already ahead. You're finished, you amateur kidnapper!"  Carlo sneered with a trivial smile.

The corner of Alberto's eye glanced to the side where Carlo was smiling mockingly.

Shit!  What should she do?  The Mafia would definitely make him a snack to serve with cocaine the next morning, or cut his body into small pieces to use as fertilizer for the vineyard.

Paolo snapped his fingers while looking at the black Alfa in front of them.  Four of his men immediately came forward.  They each held a blunt object resembling a base ball bat.

Alberto's courage immediately shrank.  His eyes turned right and left.  He had to get away quickly before they really got him.

"Hey, what are you going to do?! Don't act stupid or Michele's people will skin you!"  Carlo punched and kicked when Alberto caught his hand.

To hell with the teenage boy's whining, Alberto rushed to open the car door.  He dragged Carlo like he was dragging a suitcase.

"Let's jump!"  Alberto ordered as he pushed the back of the boy in front of him.

They were standing on the edge of the St.  Angelo Bridge or Ponte Sant'angelo.

Ponte Sant'angelo, formerly called Ailien Bridge or Pons Aelius, meaning Hadrian's Bridge, is a Roman bridge in Rome, Italy

which was built in 134 AD by the Roman Emperor Hardian.

This bridge spans the center of the city over the Tiber River and connects to the tomb of Emperor Hadrian at Castel Sant'angelo.  The bridge is covered in travertine marble and has 5 arches.

"Just you. You crazy bastard!"  Carlo gave an embarrassed face.

"Let's jump, Riciteli Junior!"  An angry Alberto pointed a gun at Carlo while glaring at him.

"Hey, hey, don't play with that thing! You'll be in big trouble if Michele sees it," said Carlo, raising his hands.  This time he looked scared.

"Quick jump!"  Alberto pushed Carlo again.

Paolo who saw it just smiled in amusement.  Then he advanced following four of his men.

"Hey, enough fooling around! Young Master Carlo should drink milk and sleep. He can't be outside at this hour!"  said Paolo with his sweet face.

Carlo just rolled his eyes, bored.  Meanwhile, Alberto immediately became alert.  The man put his arm around Carlo's shoulder then pointed the gun right at the teenager's head.

"Don't come any closer or I'll shoot him!"

Paolo raised one hand, gesturing for all his men to lower their weapons.  He didn't want to take the risk that Alberto would really hurt Carlo.

"Back off! Or I'll shoot this boy!"  Alberto dragged Carlo towards the car without taking the gun away from the teenager's head.

"Paolo! Hey, help me, you bastard!"  Carlo looked scared when Alberto forced him into the car.

Paolo's sharp gaze did not escape them.  He glanced at some of his men.  They were about to shoot before Alberto started the car.

Duar!

Alberto collapsed at the controls of his car.  One stun gun hit the man's back.  Carlo just raised the corners of his lips.  Then his eyes lifted to the black sky above.

"Baby Boy! Are you okay?!"  Michele was standing at the helicopter door.

Carlo just nodded while smiling admiringly in response.

"Bring this bastard to the castle! Don't let him escape!"  Michele spoke to Paolo while closing the trunk of the black Alfa where Alberto was curled up.

Paolo nodded.  "Yes, Boss!"

Michele rushed to the car

The red Ferrari Competizione where Carlo was sitting pretty and waiting.

"You came too fast. Even though I wanted to see the kidnapper get scared first," Carlo said to Michele as his brother entered the car.

"What good does it do to see people scared?"  Michele asked nonchalantly while wearing a seat belt.

"Of course there is. You're very cool but also lame!"  Carlo folded his arms in front of his chest with an annoyed expression.

"Let's start the car, Young Master Carlo's bedtime is almost past."  Michele spoke to the driver who was sitting at the wheel of the car.

He didn't care about his sister's chatter.

Seeing Michele's cold face, Carlo just rolled his eyes in boredom.  The red sportscar drove casually away from the bridge followed by four black cars.

The Hunting Dog has completed its task.  It's time for him to go home and eat the dinner that is waiting for him.