The Journey Unknown( In Search Of An Ex)

Till monday

The gate at the entrance of Capo Carlsbad's home was like the gate of Heaven, not hell.

There was one man that stamps who entered through it. And in the whole face of the earth, only one man was found worthy to enter the home daily. And he was no other one than Reverend James.

But Don Marcello's job was different.

The man in charge of the gate had read a riot act for him. The first Mafian law and as it applies here: No informer. That's a busybody.

The fourth law, the law of omerta is sacrosanct. He warned him. No name in Heaven or on Earth will save a breaker of the law.

Don Marcello's job was pointed out.

"Now, listen." the man in charge of the gate said. " There is a fella, like an evil wind, visiting towns and villages in search of his ex. You will stop him. You will make sure he never entered the territory and step an inch away from where he landed. Not that you will kill him only, we will see his corpse."

Don Marcello to succeed in his duty must know the intent and purpose of any visitor coming into this territory of ten thousand inhabitants.

"Where is his ex? " Don Marcello asked.

The man in charge of the security explained in sobriety, " The fella said his ex is the Capo's wife. His ex whom he divorced. Isn't he mad? " he asked rhetorically.

He did not expect Don Marcello, who was just like a stranger to them to answer his semi-question.

"What is his name? " He heard Don Marcello ask and he told him when he resumed. He warned him here, that no question is allowed except the question on one's job. He told him he was in charge of answering the questions. Asking questions not strictly for one's job is classified as breaking the first Mafian law. "It is busybody, " he said

"I'll start Monday. I want to get my accommodation ready from now till Sunday. " Don Marcello said.

"See you. " the man said without care

Back at the chalet, Don Marcello gave Maria his credit card to go get the most expensive wine for herself and buy him his Cognac and cigarettes. Everything is getting bizarre, and interesting! He has to drink shit tonight.

"Mehn! What am I seeing?" He felt like drawing fast the Monday. He

put a call to an estate agent.

Maria came back and called him." Billionaire. See the drinks, see your pack of cigars...Chimney. " she said and carried her drink from the table.

Don was already swaying in dance.

"What makes you dance? Billionaire"

"Come, what's the meaning of this billionaire? " Don Marcello swirled and grabbed her on her shoulders.

"The girl at the bar said only a billionaire could have the card."

"And so what? You won't love me again? Please," he whispered into her ear. " celebration night with sex romp! "

"Tell me what is happening? My billionaire boyfriend. "

"I don't know how to tell it. That a man, he described as an evil wind is passing through towns and villages searching for his ex. An ex he divorced. My job is to kill him and bring the corpse. He said the ex whom the man divorced is married to the Capo of Nostra Territory. "

"Sit down. " Maria said gravely. She did not find the narrative interesting. He has to ask him questions. A job that entails him killing a man. No. He is not an army or police who is permitted to kill criminals. They don't even kill unless they are under pressure. She could dissuade him not to go for the job again. Now she knows he is a billionaire. He can use his money for another business or continue with his current business.

"Baby, be snappy. An agent is coming to show us our own house."

"Marcello. Listen. Narrate the story again."

Don Marcello wanted to snap at her or bounce his hoof, but her charm disarmed him.

After hearing him she pointed out the similarities in the story. Similarities compared with Don Marcello himself. "Are you aware? " she asked him and he said yes.

"Yes. And you still want to go? "

"Maria."

"Yes. "

"Danger knows fully well, that Don Marcello is more dangerous. Don Marcello will be a beast without a heart, should he run away from the job for fear. "

"Even after a warning by Maria? "

"Yes! "

"Unless a warning by Melissa."

"See how your brain is."

"Your brain is finer."

"Don Marcello stared at her. " You are now full of negativity. Your problem seems to be Melissa."

"Marcello, why should you say this? My problem is Melissa. "

Saying that, she sat away from him and to the bed, she crashed, facing the wall.

"Maria. Maria."

Don Marcello touched her shoulder and tried to turn her to face him. Not possible.

The enjoyment ended that night in such an unexpected manner like where satan operated.

In the morning, before the estate agent came, Maria had gone.

In the house he paid for in the southern end of Nostra Territory, Don Marcello bent his face. For the first time since his adulthood tears dropped from

his eyes. A life without Maria. A common girl from Uruguay. She held him bound like a senior, like a mother, like a wise woman, and him, a learner. Just 24, six years younger.

He did not let the pain linger because the job he was going for was like being in a dream one was told to search for himself and kill, bring his corpse to the master and he woke up, still readied to see if it could happen in real life. Not that he was not aware of Maria's concern, but death cannot stop Don Marcello from seeing Melissa and getting her back.

Man wrote documents man can tear documents. A woman can leave her husband and go back to her ex.

The die is cast!

Till Monday.