Chapter 5 His wrath

A pang of anger rises deep inside him. The moment Rocco reminded him about his connection to that man. His hatred and ocean-deep wrath were consuming him.

He pulled a dangerous smile. "It looks like you enjoyed making rude remarks, Mr. Agosti. You seem to be more of a coward than the master of your household. Say hi for me to THE head of the Agosti family," he simply replied.

It's a subtle reminder for this man that he can destroy his papa's reputation of him. Mr. Agoti's face darkens. He smirked.

"Shall we proceed to our real business? We don't have time for chatters, do we?" he added. Mr. Agosti forced a smile.

"Of course. Well, my father learned that Italy... I mean its mafias are producing high-quality party drugs and Viagras. He did his research because he quite hates doing transactions with foreigners."

He can tell what Rocco will say. "He learned about a group that's based here in Verona who are making viagras. He's seeking a transaction with you. He knew you're producing those," Rocco added.

He leans back and keeps his eyes on him. "We do. But did he know that our prices were different from Japan's rate for these products?" he stated. Rocco laughs.

"Do you really think my old man had just googled you on the dark web? Don't be a jest, DeLuca," Rocco asserts. He chuckles. "How many bags did he need? I might have a supply on hand, but if it's more than that, I suggest you wait for a week. I'm sure you're using your family's jet for... safety."

Mr. Agosti laughs and sips his brandy.

"Will you be able to produce ten thousand each, hmm? In a week?"

Rocco's voice was challenging us. "I laugh. That would be millions of euros. Can the Agostis afford it?" he talks back. A flash of irritation appears in his eyes.

"No problem. We're here for business anyway," Rocco replied.

He simply nodded and acted like he was amused, but deep inside, he was also annoyed as much as this jerk felt.

"You seem to have established a name here. I wonder how proud Emilio is because you're building an extension here," Rocco says, mocking. He simply laughs and ignores his challenge.

"Well, he is who he is in Rome. What is mine here is just MINE."

He made sure Rocco understood the differences between him and his uncle. He's someone that will be easily provoked when that jerk is involved. "Grudge, eh? Interesting."

He stayed calm, but the storm inside him was already raging. We stayed for the night, and he decided to speak with the other bosses that attended the party. He went to a particular table later.

"Tired already?" Nathaniel stated, smirking to tease him.

"Don't be like that, Idriv. He seems to be in a bad mood already," Livius says.

He crosses his legs and sips his whiskey. "You need a woman to cool off. There are so many around. A quickie can let go of the tension. Their restroom was nice," Nathaniel continues, chuckling.

His brow furrows, and Livius looks at him weirdly. "You already had one, huh? Nathaniel, you and your sex life are something else, huh?" Livius remarked. Nathaniel laughs.

"Well, I'm not a foolish one who is celibate for a secret reason. Sex is delicious, Gonzales. Stop acting like you haven't tasted it," Nathaniel says.

Livius smirks and plays with his whiskey, looking at the alcohol. "Sex was indeed delicious until you meet that one fucking person who will make you realize that it was heaven. There's a difference between delicious and a heaven," Livius says. He frowns.

"What did you mean?" he asks. Livius's statement caught his attention. "You believe his statement?" Nathaniel asks.

"Come on. There's no way that a mere woman will make you feel like that. They're mostly gold diggers. Well, I said mostly because my mom and there are others who are not."

"You might be talking with the generation nowadays. Most of them, to be exact," he says.

Livius laughs. "I wasn't joking; I'm telling you my own experience. I'm not someone who will make up a story, am I?" Livius says.

He sighs and laughs after. "Alright, I'll listen, but don't blame me if she's one of those," Idriv says.

Nathaniel and Livius shake their heads and chuckle. We sip our whiskey. A part of him was still in that penthouse, looking at the dessert that gave him...

"... heaven," he mutters. Nathaniel and Livius look at him. "Heaven? Did you just say heaven?" Nathaniel asks.

He looks at them. "I did. By the way, what did you mean with what you said, Gonzales?" he asks. Livius frowns and looks at him intently.

"Did a woman make you feel like all the fucks that you have were just a delicious taste?" Livius asks. He held his glass tightly.

"Livius, don't give him a wrong idea. There's no way a girl exists like that. Marriage is just a transaction. It's either for status, to have a child, or whatever reason a person has."

Nathaniel was someone who never believed in love, and so he is. "Please, don't tell me you believe in love now, Gonzales?" Nathaniel added.

Nathaniel and Livius were both 27 years old, and they have different views about fucks and ladies. "I don't," Livius replied. He looks at his glass.

"But someone made me think how cowardly I was to believe that I didn't. That longing was even more tiring than hating someone," Livius continues.

"She's the only woman that I have had in bed that made me realize the differences between sex, hard f*cks, and lovemaking."

"Huh? Interesting," he commented. "You gotta be kidding me. The two of you, snap your senses back. Don't let foolish words ruin your lives," Nathaniel says, scoffing.

He drinks his brandy. "Sex is to cater to your needs. Hard f*cks are to cater to your thirst. Lovemaking?" Livius smirks and drinks all the alcohol in his glass.

"It's a combination of needs, thirst, carnal desire, gentleness, warmth, and love rolled into a heavenly bliss."

Livius's serious tone and reaction were enough to convince him. Did Atasha just give him a cruel distraction?

"What the fuck? You have got to be kidding me. I don't need such shit in this lifetime," he whispers.

Livius shifts his gaze from me while looking at the mob bosses in this party. "Do you think I need it as well? She came into my life, and now I'm fucking bothered even if it's already been five years!" Livius says. Their conversation was interrupted because of a call.