CHAPTER 7

DARIO'S REGRET

Just at that moment I heard a roaring sound , cracking my brain to identify the sound in view came a helicopter and that got me wondering what the fuck it's doing up there in my territory 

Looking up to find Mr. Salvador smiling creepily, like a maniac he is, I knew he had a Hand in this to confirm my assumptions.

"Are you sure you won't regret this?" he asked

However, my ego wouldn't allow me to reason with him like a man who has a lot at stake. Laughing at what I thought to be an ignorant threat in my head. "Regret he says?"

"I don't feel those, because if I did I wouldn't have had to kill a man who was good to me just so I could possess his grapevines and other properties. Regrets are for the weak minded, that I know too well"

"So this psychopath is behind it? But, why? What is up there? If only I could open one of my precious grapevines and bury this asshole in it, maybe I would live a more peaceful life." I thought to myself as I continue chunking my breakfast; that's the only thing keeping my anxiety from sipping through my skin. 

"What kind of visit is this so early in the morning? I thought that I would have yet another quiet and peaceful breakfast like always, but that idea seems to have been trampled upon by this tiny insect I feel like squashing with the tip of my cutlery."

I smiled, wiping my mouth with the napkin just to steady myself I reminded him yet again the Luciano family just in case if he had forgotten. And also maybe, just maybe the name alone might grant me another safe pass with this lunatic.

Even though I pretended to be enjoying my breakfast that now tastes like wax; Which I will surely fire the chefs for. My whole body was freezing as I feel the danger looming.

But I will rather not show that I'm affected by all these, so instead I provoked him further: a mistake I shouldn't have dared to make in the first place.

Looking at Mr. Salvatore through the corner of my eyes I was happy that I finally scored one on him. At least his mask wasn't able to cover that one. Smiling at my achievement like a child that just won a candy tournament.

As he stood up to leave, he once again reminded me of how I would pay for the insult.

"Who cares about riff raffs like him?" I thought to myself.

As I continued enjoying my meals, that annoying helicopter comes flying again giving me the urge to murder the inventor of this god darn thing, 

To reconfirm if I was wrong I asked my bodyguards why they are spraying the pesticides yet again as this was already done last week.

But even these morons too were confuse too and they failed to produce an answer to that.

Which leaves me wondering what the hell is going on.

Just then, the helicopter flies by again this time it downed on me as I was sprayed with content, 

Sniffing my body, only then did it lick! As I realized that, this was no pesticides but gasoline.

Like who sprays gasoline on a vineyard?

I think I will add the workers to the list of people I will sack this morning.

However, on a second thought I turned around to look at the retreating figure of Mr. Salvatore, just then he turned around meeting my eye for a sitting second as shivers runs down my spine at that creepy smile.

I thought at some point in my life that I was creepy.

Well nothing meets this one. 

This was when I realized the huge mistake I've made.

It is said that, there are people you would rather not meet in life than provoke and meet your end, well Mr. Salvatore is definitely one of those people.

However, I couldn't bring myself to give him that one thing that turned me into a murderer. 

Even though my subordinates pretend to take my orders and bow to me I still feel their hatred. However, because I hold much power and wealth over them, they have no option than to submit. 

So giving out this vineyard is like signing my entire family's death warrant and mine. 

And, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

But, now I wish I had taken the option, as I watch my 12 years old son burn to death in my front of my eyes while I watch, unable to do anything. The most painful death of a child is that one that never leaves you alone, that death that haunts you even in your grave, the death that keeps reminding you of how much you've failed as a father.

I don't even want to think about my beautiful young wife and our children screaming from the manor as they meet their deaths. 

With nothing left to savor, I cursed the day I met this man called, Salvatore. I do not understand how just one man could rack such havoc. I vow to take my revenge on him from the pit of hell if necessary. This, I will give do with the last drop of my blood.

Turning back, Dario meets with what remains of his burnt son. A site he wished he never got to see. Not able to take it anymore he jumps down meeting the flames as they rose to the rooftop leaving ashes to their wake. Not like I could've made it out alive. There really is no escape route. 

I would rather die in my own way than allow this asshole win to the very last. I will choose the way I go. I just hope that I do not cross paths with, Mr. Carlo my old boss.

The raging flames could be admired through his irises, as he falls into the abyss of hell —to meet his maker.

Vanity upon vanity; we grew up hearing from the stories our parents told us.