His soul-Chapter 334: Domino Effect

Massimo lay on his big bed without changing clothes, his blue eyes gleaming at the sky through the translucent glass that became the roof of his room.

"Five years, two months and nineteen days," said Massimo hoarsely, starting to count. "How much longer are you going to punish me like this, honey?"

Every night, for the past five years Massimo had patiently counted the days of solitude. Even though he didn’t use a note-taking device, Massimo managed to calculate well the time that had passed without Gina’s presence.

The sound of the waves at night is again Massimo’s lullaby this time, after moving to Almeria five years ago Massimo immediately built a two-story house in a private area that no one could access. The house, which had many large windows, had been Massimo’s residence alone for the last five years, no guards, no servants and no Martin. Massimo really lived alone.

Even so, the security of the house is very well maintained, the see-through glass that forms the walls of Massimo’s seafront house is made of the best quality glass, which of course is bulletproof. Ten meters from the main building there is a laser fence that will easily cut off any smugglers who dare to enter, but it certainly won’t be easy considering that everyone who enters Massimo’s greenhouse must pass through the only road that is heavily guarded by Martin and the others.

Yes, since moving to Almeria five years ago Massimo has been living alone in his new house. Even a Martin who was always clinging to Massimo was not allowed to sleep in the house and forced him to live with the rest of Massimo’s men in a house that became the first house one had to pass if they wanted to reach Massimo’s greenhouse.

Massimo’s greenhouse was built very neatly and neatly, around the house a fence was made in such a way that it would be difficult for anyone to enter. Even if someone was desperate, the guard would immediately catch him, because there are lots of CCTV scattered on the artificial fence that looks like a cliff. The only way to get through Massimo’s greenhouse was by sea. And only a madman would do that.

No one knew why Massimo had built a house with such intricate details, no one dared to ask. Only Massimo and God know why the house is standing so strong today.

When the sun began to show its brilliance on the eastern horizon, servants who lived in separate houses would flock to Massimo’s greenhouse to do their job. Starting from making food, cleaning the glass and floors everything was done quickly before Massimo woke up. Like this morning, Martin will also accompany the servants to take care of the master’s greenhouse.

"Have you guys prepared what I ordered yesterday?" Martin asked quietly to the two maids who were tidying up Massimo’s walk-in closet.

"Yes, sir."

"Good, please carry the suitcase to the front so Darius can put it in the car," Martin said quietly.

"Yes sir."

The two maids who had previously tidied up Massimo’s walk-in closet immediately left in front of Martin to carry out the task they had just been given to carry the master’s suitcase which had been tidied yesterday. Today after lunch Massimo will go to Paris to attend a film festival who invited him as a guest of honor.

As in previous years, Massimo will be accompanied by Martin, the right hand man and his best men to go to Paris. That’s why since yesterday Martin had asked the maids to prepare clothes for Massimo properly so that there would be no mistakes, even though it was only a film festival, the effect Massimo got was huge. The stock prices in all his bars and casinos will immediately jump rapidly as soon as Massimo appears in public, the popularity of a Massimo really has a domino effect for all businesses that run in Spain. For some brands that work with Massimo, of course, they will get double profits if Massimo appears in public, and vice versa. That’s why every year when they know that there will be a big event that Massimo will be attending, several CEOs of big companies will try their best to approach Massimo to take advantage of him.

And this year all the hype is happening again, starting with luxury watch brands, men’s shoes and suits all rushing to Massimo hoping to donate their best items for Massimo to wear at the event in Paris later. It would be a lucrative profit, of course, if their belongings were to be used by a Massimo del Cano, because it’s no wonder that the CEOs of these big companies scraped their nerves in order to work with Massimo.

"We will depart this afternoon using a private jet, if there are no obstacles around five o’clock in the afternoon the plane will arrive in Paris," Martin said quietly, speaking with Mr Djokovic, CEO of a best Russian perfume brand who has been Massimo’s business partner for five years.

"Okay, I’ll greet you as soon as the plane lands. Give my regards to Mr. Massimo del Cano, I really can’t wait to meet him." Mr Djokovic responded to Martin’s words with enthusiasm.

Martin smiled as he shook his head at the words of the Russian-Serbian bloody man who had just ended the call, he had memorized the sweet demeanor of the businessmen if he wished.

"Who called you? How familiar?"

Martin’s body straightened up when he heard Massimo suddenly speak from behind where he was standing.

"Sorry Mister."

Massimo waved his hand. "Relax, I’m not bothered. I’m just curious about people who have been busy this early."

"It was Milos Djokovic who contacted me, sir."

"Oh, that Russian-Serbian guy?"

"That’s right, sir."

Massimo wiped his lips from the remaining water he just drank. "What did he need to call you so early?"

"Milos Djokovic just confirmed our flight schedule, sir. Like last year, he will welcome you at the airport."

Massimo nodded his head slowly. "Yes, I have prepared in advance, we will have lunch in an hour and then leave."

"Yes sir," replied Martin politely with his head down.

Without another word Massimo immediately went back to his room to take a shower and get ready, as usual. When Massimo woke up the servants would return to their homes, leaving Martin to serve Massimo. Even so, Martin didn’t complain at all, he was already enjoying his job too much as the right-hand man of the heartless mafia.

While waiting for the master to finish, Martin reassessed Red Devils condition, after last night’s events the bar returned to normal as if nothing had happened. The bodies of the executed traitors have also been cremated as usual, even though it has been the site of several traitors’ massacres, the Red Devils are still safe from police surveillance. No one dared to open their mouth, the risk was too great. After all, some of the policemen in Almeria have good relations with Massimo, so that if any bad news about Massimo comes out of the mouths of his employees, Massimo will know first. Therefore, no one dared to divulge the bloody incident to the police.

After an hour had passed Massimo returned to meet Martin who was waiting for him patiently on the first floor, the two of them took the time to eat first before leaving for the airport. After eating a few slices of meat and a sip of red wine Massimo chose to finish his breakfast and lunch, not being used to heavy meals prevented Massimo from touching his other foods. No wonder, even though he has rarely exercised, Massimo’s body is still very beautiful.

"Stubborn girl," Martin said quietly as he got into the car that was taking him to the airport.

Massimo smiled faintly. "Who else?"

"Your fans, sir. I just wonder, how did they know that we would arrive in Paris this afternoon. These girls seem to have spies who are better than us," said Martin, annoyed.

"This annual film festival is a big event, Martin. You shouldn’t be surprised."

"I’m not surprised, sir. Just annoyed, they really are like flies."

Massimo shook his head, hearing Martin’s chatter that was annoyed by the behavior of the girls who always surrounded him when he arrived at the airport, which often made Massimo laugh to himself. Martin was too stiff with the women.

"There’s only one girl who wouldn’t do something like that and that girl is still hiding behind her shell from me," Massimo said to himself, his mind immediately focused on Gina. His little girl who is now definitely more beautiful and graceful in her age is getting older, Massimo always guesses what Gina’s face looks like at this time. Massimo was sure that Gina’s face wouldn’t be much different, the girl would still be the same as before. Beautiful even without makeup.

For almost forty-five minutes, finally the car carrying Massimo and Martin arrived at the airport, as usual before Massimo got out of the car his men immediately lined up neatly in front of the car forming a posse for the master to go to the VIP lounge where they usually would. wait before flying.

The reporters who were ready with their cameras immediately aimed at Massimo as soon as the man got out of his car, flashes of flash and various questions accompanied Massimo’s steps towards the waiting room. Martin, who patiently replaced Massimo, answered all the questions of the scandal-hungry news reporters.

"We await the classification, sir."

"That’s right sir, please provide a statement regarding the news that is currently circulating."

"If you keep quiet it means what the woman said is true, you are the father of her baby boy who looks very much like you."

Massimo immediately stopped his steps when he heard the words of one of the reporters who said there was a baby boy who looked like him, without asking for Martin’s help Massimo slowly grabbed a recording device from the hands of the reporter who had previously spoken.

"Say it one more time," Massimo demanded coldly in front of the reporter whose recorder was already in Massimo’s hand.

"Th-this is about a woman who claims to have given birth to your child, sir." The reporter spoke with a slight stutter in response to Massimo’s words.

"I’m not going to say much, I just want to emphasize that I will not waste my precious sperm for a prostitute. If you want to know more about the child please ask the mother, not me who has nothing to do with her. And if after I finish clarifying, this news is still there, then don’t blame me if I will sue all of you who have spread hoax news," Massimo said slowly, full of warning, when Massimo spoke all the reporters who previously wanted to ask other questions immediately fell silent. All the questions on their list just disappeared from their heads.

After saying that Massimo then walked away from the reporters who had previously chased him like the cheetah, Massimo didn’t want to lose control if he continued to serve the reporters.

"Tch, how can they spread cheap news like that," said Massimo, annoyed, cursing the untrue gossip about him that was making headlines in several gossip magazines.

"Should I contact the CEO of the news agency, sir?"

Massimo shook his head. "No, that’s their wish, Martin. They’d be thrilled if we responded." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Then what do you want, sir?"

"Making a bigger scandal than that cheap gossip," answered Massimo flatly, expressionless, his blue eyes glaring at Martin who was already sitting across from him.

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Hatchiii....

"Akh, what’s wrong with me? This is the fifth time I’ve sneezed for no reason."

Continued