Chapter 8 - Adult Club

A man was seen walking quickly after leaving a fried chicken shop on the outskirts of town.

The $20 black jacket he was wearing looked suitable for his body, which is around 1.8m tall and has an athletic build.

The black hat made his face invisible even though the lights along the road managed to create a shadow of his body.

Carrying a package containing pieces of fried chicken breast, the man walked down a small alley towards the rubbish dump.

The asphalt still looks wet from the heavy rain that hit the city this afternoon.  The man in the hat continued his steps towards an empty shophouse behind the rubbish dump.

After opening the lock on the shophouse door in front of him, he rushed in.  Black boots swung into the dimly lit room.

A man with many bandage wounds on his body raised his pair of eyes to see her coming.  Alberto Castato, the man whose body was covered in bandages.

"I can't stay here for long, eat and go to sleep. Tomorrow morning the trash cars will come to do their job, you get on while they're off guard," said the man in the black hat and then squatted in front of Alberto.

He raised his face until the light hit him.  Jose, this time his face was clearly visible.

"Who are you really? Why are you helping me? I don't want to live anymore, my daughter died at the hands of those wild dogs, I don't want to live anymore!"  Alberto roared while flailing his body.

Jose looked at the man in front of him with pity. "You have to stay alive if you want to repay them, right?"

"Avenge them?"  Alberto stared in disbelief at Jose.  "Who do you think they are? Even animals are afraid of hearing their names."

"So, you don't want to avenge their depraved actions against your daughter?"  Jose knitted his eyebrows.

Alberto took a deep breath then turned his face to another direction.

"Rome is in their hands. Even the prosecutor's office doesn't dare him. What can I do to punish them? The police, the Carabiniers, are all afraid of him."

"Are you desperate?"  Jose asked with a sad look.

Alberto nodded.  "Because there is nothing I can do to get justice for my daughter's death," he whispered then shook his head with a sad face.

Jose didn't ask any more.  He just squeezed one of Alberto's shoulders then turned his face to the other direction.  How sad!  Why is this city under the rule of that rotten Mafia?

On the other hand, at Madam Rose's club, a place where old tycoons spend their money playing poker and buying young women there.

The twinkling crystal lights, RMB music playing without pause, as well as the boisterous voices of the people in the place made Carlo cover his ears.

"Jeez, what is this place?"  muttered the sixteen year old boy as he walked quickly behind Michele.

He had just returned from school when a red Ferrari picked him up.  Michele immediately took him to this strange place.

"Hey, you! Let's add more wine! Gosh, that dress is so ugly! Quickly throw it away and replace it with the one I prepared! You're tacky!"  A middle-aged woman with glamorous makeup looks angry.

Madam Rose, everyone called her that.  He was almost forty years old, but he dressed like a teenager in his twenties.  He owns the club.

"Madam," said a man dressed in formal clothes who suddenly approached Madam Rose and whispered.

The woman in the bright red mini dress squealed happily after hearing what her men whispered.  His wild eyes began to search among the hundreds of guests who filled his bar.

"Michele," he breathed after finding what he was looking for.

Michele walked proudly towards the VIP table where she usually spent her money.  Carlo, who was walking behind his brother, was grinning incoherently as he looked around.

"Welcome, Young Master Riciteli! Please take a seat!"  greeted a female servant about Meghan's age.  She welcomed Michele with a sweet smile.

Michele, who had been indifferent, started to look at the female servant.  When he saw Meghan's face, he was surprised and happy.  He was quickly grabbed by the woman's arm and then kissed her lips greedily.

Carlo widened his eyes as he gaped at what his older brother was doing.  Michele kissed the maidservant so crazily in front of her eyes.

Really crazy!

"Oh, sir?!"  The woman started to moan when Michele's fingers ran down her back and then touched her breasts.

Carlo shook his head in embarrassment at his brother's crazy actions.  Then he quickly sat down and was busy with his cell phone activities.

Michele was still busy venting her desire for the female servant.  He bit the maid's neck until the woman groaned in pain.

Is he a vampire?

Bang!

Carlo, who was playing a game, was shocked when a woman fell on the table in front of him.  His eyes rose to Michele's face which looked bright red.

"Get out of my way! You damn bitch!"  Michele cursed at the female servant.

The servant hurriedly got up and left with immense fear.  Meanwhile, Michele just rubbed her face roughly, then collapsed on the empty sofa next to Carlo.

His younger brother just looked at him in surprise, then returned to being busy with his cell phone activities.

"Shit! I really need Meghan."  Michele snorted in annoyance.

"Hello, handsome Young Master Riciteli! Is there anything I can help you with, darling?"

Madam Rose approached Michele with her sweet face.  His lips grinned slightly when he saw the front of Michele's trousers which looked tight.  Something was seen sticking out of there.

Michele just looked away with an embarrassed expression.  His is straining but he doesn't want any other woman except Meghan Crafson.

"Go away, I don't want to see you," Michele hissed as Madam Rose almost sat beside her.

The sexy dressed middle-aged woman pursed her lips, annoyed.  "Okay! I won't bother you. Call me if you need something delicious," he said then smiled mischievously before hurrying away.

Michele just shook her head with an annoyed expression.  Not long after, two men dressed in formal clothes came over.

They were people from one of the gangsters that Michele was still considering.

"We have a hundred young girls to send to Japan and Vietnam. Our boss wants to invite you to join our organization," said the man named Matteo, he was Georgio's accomplice, the person who had told Federico to trick him.

"How old are they?"  Michele asked Matteo nonchalantly while twirling the cigar tucked between his fingers

Matteo glanced first at his two companions before answering, "They are thirteen to sixteen years old respectively," he answered.

Michele chuckled, then grabbed Matteo's jacket collar with a ferocious look.  "I don't want to sell underage girls. Tell your boss, I want to meet you in person in Milan for other matters," he said then let go of Matteo roughly.

Matteo looked annoyed at Michele as he adjusted his sitting position after the man made him fall.

"What about the drugs I ordered? Are they ready?"  Michele asked again while loosening the knot of his tie.

Actually, he wanted to cheat Georgio and drain all the man's money.  However, to catch a shark, he had to be really careful when fishing for it.

Matteo still looked annoyed with Michele.  "Our boss is difficult to meet, it's better if you come to our headquarters," he said with a cold face.

Michele grinned slightly.  "Did a male lion come to the slaughter pig pen? I think this is an insult," he said then turned to his two men.

Without being given an order, the two burly men immediately came forward and immediately grabbed Matteo's hands.  The man struggled with his mouth continuously cursing.

"Take him to headquarters!"  Michele ordered then blinked one eye while smiling sweetly at Matteo.

"All of you bastards!"

Michele just waved as her men took Matteo away.

"Aren't you tired of killing people? Gosh, you're similar to the characters in this game, your body shrinks and goes limp when you don't kill people!"  Carlo suddenly interrupted.  While his eyes and hands are busy with his cell phone.

Michele turned to her sister and smiled.  "I've contacted the rehabilitation service, tomorrow morning they will pick you up."

Carlo was very surprised to hear that.  He quickly turned to Michele.  "You're not serious, are you?"

"I'm serious, Baby Boy. You've almost become a zombie because of your cellphone. You need to refresh."  Michele smiled sweetly as she ruffled Carlo's hair.

The sixteen year old boy responded with a frown.  "You're cruel even to your little sister," he whispered sulkily.