Who are you?

Southern Europe

24 March 20XX

Belledona Street,

Venice, Italy

The street was busy as always, blaring of car engines, Murmuring passerby and ringing cycles. After an evanescent book store, there was a bakery 'Home sweet Bakery'. The surroundings were filled with the scent of vallina, famous for it's mouthwatering honey pretzels and delicious choco lava cake.

Takashi Sato- 24 years old, he was averagely tall with medium white skin. A former Olympic shooting gold medalist and the owner of 'Home sweet Bakery',

"It's been three years, I shifted here-"

"And you touched those, hella Amazing! guns of yours" Mrs.Rico was standing on the entrance looking at me. She was a middle-aged woman with the soft wrinkled hazel eyes and a soothing smile. Even being one of my regular customer, I've always regarded her bracing personality. She walked in and found herself a comfortable place beside me.

The atmosphere was bringing up a strange type of tranquility in my nature. And, I was always grateful of her for being supportive.

Although, the beginning wasn't that commendable but now everything is going far better.

Until-

We heard a deafening crash of the bakery's door, It was smashed into pieces. "HEY!!! What are you doing?" Mrs. Rico screamed. I was astonished and couldn't react, when some of those random men entered and started damaging the furniture of the shop.

I immediately collected my thoughts and bellowed out " What the hell! are you doing? Who allowed you to enter my property? And destroy it?". But, none of those reacted to my words.

I promptly took one of the broken legs of the table and threw it thunderously over the guy.

Within no time, I took over all of them. And one of those pointed a gun over my head. "I'm calling the cops!! Drop your gun!" Mrs.Rico shouted from the counter. There was a sudden halt but it wasn't due to Mrs Rico.

I could sense enormous amount of warning signals from my amygdala. As soon as the man entered the bakery, a chill ran down through my spine.

His height was exceeding the length of the entrance with that 'fit as fiddled' body. It won't be wrong giving him 'the perfect body' title.

The expensive suit was perfectly contouring his muscles, making him stand out from the rest.

I was just too stunned to see his expensive attire which could definitely pay me to the triple times my monthly wages. The chaos was over and the men were backing off, one of those presented a chair for him to be seated.

As he settled down on the chair, I got the chance to scan his face. Of course, earlier i couldn't because of those limited edition Ray ban shades. As he took them off, my eyes fell upon his face. Just as i thought, a perfect jawline but the thing that caught my attention was the slashing mark on his chin, which was running down to his neck. A perfect pair of godly pale blue eyes was complimenting his tan skin.

A sudden thought struck my mind, why is he sitting in silence? And after a long pause I finally decided to speak up.

"Who are you? And why did your men created a chaos in my bakery?" I tried my best not to get swayed by his piercing gaze. He was continuously looking at me as if he was analysing my body.

"Pack-Your-stuff And Leave" He gestured towards the door. The attitude made Mrs Rico lost her temper. She started screaming at him "What do you think of yourself??? HAH? I'm calling cops!!!! they'll screw y'all!!!".

He stood up and pointed the gun(pistol) over her skull. I could tell that he wasn't fooling and the gun was loaded.

" I don't like random people disturbing my conversation " he was totally pissed and without thinking i held the front barrel of the pistol and raised his another arm to the roof before he could pull the trigger.

When I thought, it was the end of the chaos , he felxed my left arm from behind while smashing my head on the wall. My ear started bleeding, I could sense his strength. However, he wasn't using his entire strength, it was bewildering that he wasn't aiming on killing.

I gritted my teeth and searched for something in my pockets, even though i was pinned in a struggling situation but my right arm was free.

And to my luck I found a pen, somehow i took the cap off and shoved it in his arm. But to my surprise, he didn't moved and inch, instead moved forward to whisper, " Don't try hard, It'll make you struggle harder".

He released me but amid by his men pointing their gun at me. There was rage in my eyes and i could never give up even if I've to die, right here!

He threw some documents towards me,

"Take a look! I want the place empty till Tuesday"

With this he left,

As he left Mrs Rico came forward and asked "Son, you haven't taken some kind of loan from these loan sharks?". I assured her but, they weren't loan sharks. They were probably related to some gang.

Mrs Rico suggested me to inform the incident to the police. And, on the following day, I did so, but it was useless. The police were probably not interested as if they were corrupted.

I finally decided to look over the documents and to my surprise, my body went numb to see that the property which was under my father's name is legally transferred to someone else, Marió Giordano!!

The name was familiar, "he is THE EUROPEAN MAFIA? Mario Giordano!!"

I've seen on TV , he was on the headlines last week. It was said that, he is just a step away from conquering the whole Europe. Drug trafficking, human trafficking, illegal trades and the deadly riots were all done under the previous head of Giordano clan. However, from past few years they were keeping a low profile but in contradictory to that, Mario Giordano's presence changed it all.

But-

"Why Father's property is under his name? what type of debt he was under...?"

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