Mafia's Beloved One

2 Meeting Again

When Aldo got home, the appointed dinner time with his brother Ronald has already passed. Without trying to explain anything, Aldo gave his coat to the servant and went straight upstairs to his room.

"Why are you came home so late? Don't you give an explanation or say sorry?" Aldo's brother Ronald didn't spoke, but his uncle Antonio got a little bit angry, who occasionally attended family dinners on the weekends.

Aldo glanced at his uncle Antonio and just walked on upstairs, ignoring him.

Antonio continued: "I heard that you had a fight with the York boy George in the restaurant tonight. I have told you many times to keep a low profile outside. We Esposito family have long been frowned upon by the police."

Aldo’s older brother, Ronald, was cutting the steak gracefully at one end of the long table as if nothing had happened.

Aldo frowned: “My dear uncle, it seems that you know so much about me. Are you keeping an eye on me 24 hours a day? Are you interested in me, or do you have other intentions?”

"What do you mean? That's how you talk to me? The police are already investigating Gino's death," Antonio said. "But you go to the cemetery all the time. Are you trying to make people misunderstand you?"

At the name of Gino, both brothers seem to have been pricked, and the picture freezed. Antonio was also aware that he have said something wrong. He laid down his knife and fork hastily, took off his napkin, and was ready to leave. 

The old brother Ronald regained his grace and beckoned the maid to refill Antonio's glass with wine. "It's all right, my dear uncle," Ronald said, "won't you finish your meal before you go?"

"It suddenly occurred to me that there was something I need to handle. I have to go." With that, Antonio left in a hurry, and Ronald made no sign to detain him. As Aldo stood on the stairs trying to explain to his brother Ronald what happened tonight, Ronald raised his fork and stopped him. Before Aldo could say anything, he swallowed and walked off to his room.

"There's going to be a dinner party at the York family next Friday night. You're going to attend it." Ronald's words had no tone.

"But..." Aldo remembered what he did to George York at the restaurant this evening and thought it wasn't appropriate to go to party with him.

"You can't say no."

"But..."

"You can't say no. I don't want to repeat it anymore. "

"All right."

"It's a classic party. I'll have the servants get you dressed."

"Yes, bro, I know."

Aldo returned to his room, sighed, and lay down on the bed.

"What a tired night!" Aldo thought, and then he remembered the young boy in the kimono. The kimono boy is a real mystery and doesn't look like someone from life but someone from a painting or a book. 

"What would he look like if he lay under me?" Aldo couldn't help but wondering.

Aldo was appalled by his ideas. The kimono boy is only a stranger, and as a Mafia family member, it is dangerous to be influenced by someone like this. Aldo tried to stop his thoughts by taking a shower, only to found that the cold water made the boy's picture more visible and that his D.ick was shamefully hardened.

“That boy must be a wizard!”

Aldo hurried out of the bathroom, wrapped himself in a towel, and went out on the balcony to cool off. Suddenly, Aldo found the light on the study was on. It wasn't used for a long time. Aldo took a close look. and there was a man smoking a cigarette by the window. It was the figure of his brother Ronald.

The study used to be their father's business room. The leader of the Honor will gather critical family members for the Study every time a family emergency occurred. After their father's death, the elder brother Ronald took over the family post, and the room became his working place. But Ronald did not use it for meetings and usually went there only when he had a complex problem or wanted to be alone.

It was like a secret area for Ronald. No one was allowed to invade it, not even Aldo. Ronald used to go there when he first took over the family post, but not much these years.  Ronald started hanging out in the room again after Gino's death , smoking more often than before.

What's bothering Ronald again? Was it Gino's death?

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Mrs. York prepared the dinner party on Friday, and the guests are all local political and business celebrities. As the name serves, the dinner is a charity fundraising dinner. But it is just a social tool for the power to pull apart. It is the last party that Aldo would want to attend. Despite his fight with George York last week, the classic party was boring enough for him. His brother Ronald must have forced him to come as a punishment for his imprudence.

Aldo sat alone on a sofa in the corner, watching his brother Ronald engage in small talk in the crowd. It was a dinner party given by the wife of the chief Justice Mr. York. When Ronald, the head of the local Mafia, is invited to the party and talked with York like old friends, it's almost like seeing Tom and Jerry together at dinner. Times have changed. The Mafia is no longer the b****y Mafia that beat and killed on the streets of Brooklyn in their grandfather's day. The Mafia now has to socialize to maintain their power. Thinking about it, Aldo broke into a laugh.

"Why are you laughing all by yourself? Come and say hello to Mrs. York." His brother Ronald beckoned him over.

Reluctantly, Aldo got up and strolled towards him. Aldo made the usual pleasantries, the usual apologies for last week, and then he was forgiven. Sometimes social apologies and forgives have nothing to do with actual intentions but are a game of power behind the scenes.

Since Justice York has local authority, Aldo needs to apologize. And since the Esposito is new York's untouchable Mafia, York needs to forgive Aldo, which is the way it is.

Aldo was about to nod off to a boring dinner when someone bumped him, spilling wine onto his snowy shirt.

“I'm sorry, I didn't get your clothes dirty, did I?” The boy who bumped into Aldo apologized and helped him wipe the stain from his collar with a napkin.

"Oh, never mind..." Aldo looked down at the hands wiping his clothes. Oh, it was a pair of beautiful, slender hands, not gnarled, not slim, but simply beautiful. Aldo stared the hands, from manicured nails to long white fingers to the back of a hand with a slight bulge in the veins. What an attractive pair of hands. It would be a wonderful experience to masturbate with it. Aldo couldn't help but feel that he must be crazy. He wouldn't have been able to indulge in such fantasies all the time, and that he's ashamed to think so in the public.

"Oh, the clothes are all dirty. I'm so sorry. Please give me a chance to do something for you. Here is my contact information." Aldo recovered from his fantasy when he was handed a card.

"It's all right, it's just a shirt," Aldo said, looking up into the boy's face.

"It's you!"

With a sly smile, the boy contentedly slipped a card into Aldo's suit pocket, made a goodbye gesture and turned away.

“Wait, don't go!”

Aldo tried to reach him but failed because a group of waiters appeared and stopped him. By the time Aldo tried to look again, the boy was already gone.

"Damn it. I let him get away again!”

Aldo was frustrated. The boy who got his clothes dirty was none other than the piano boy he met last week. Oh, he is also the kimono boy.

“Ah, CARDS!” Aldo grabbed a card that the boy had left in his pocket. He check the register book to followe the name, and found that there was no clue. The phone number and address were all fake.

Aldo was frustrated as he let the boy run away in front of him again. He felt he was being played for a fool, making him feel stupid. This repeated teasing not only aroused Aldo's interest for the boy, but also his desire to conquer him. What's more, the boy has an enigmatic s****l appeal to him.

Aldo vowed that the next time he met the boy, he would not only catch him, but punish him for teasing him and keeping his mind off him. Aldo would let the boy admit defeat and cry for mercy under him. Such beautiful eyes must be lovely to cry, and such beautiful lips must be more attractive to kiss.

“Damn it!” Aldo's D.ick was tough again. He ran to the bathroom and washed his face to calm down. Trying to suppress his urges, Aldo looked at himself in the mirror and burst into laughers.

"The boy must be a little wizard, a little demon."