Sebastian stood at a corner opposite the café he was supposed to meet the Guerriero guys. He was on time but he was not about to walk into what he did not know; in a place he was not very familiar with. For all he knew, this could be all a cruel joke by a rich heir and he had had his fill of rich heirs for a while. The next time they cross him, he may really lose it.
He picked a newspaper on the floor, opened it and used it as a shade, standing by a dark corner to monitor the Cozy Café. Nothing was happening inside, everyone was carrying on with their business normally, nothing was out of place and no one was waiting behind from his point of view.It was already 9 am, and he considered going back home and sending them a text to meet him in a place of his own choosing. He at least wanted to pay them back for the money he spent and draw up an instalment payment plan. For someone who just spent five hundred thousand of money that was not his, he wondered where his effrontery was coming from.As he was still thinking of what next to do, someone tapped him lightly from behind. Sebastian turned to see a middle-aged man who looked to be in his late 20s but not quite, dressed in a black tailcoat jacket, split into two pointed triangles at the back, reaching his knees. A long top hat covered his face, his long beard had a dangerous edge and he held a stylish walking stick in one hand. He had a dangerous air about him, making people freeze in fear without him uttering a word.“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you entering the café?” The man asked in a deep gruff voice.“I’m sorry sir but I think you’ve got the wrong person” Sebastian replied, unfazed by the man’s aura.The man put his two hands on the head of his walking stick, straightened his face, though his eyes were still hidden under the hat, and looked straight at Sebastian saying,“Sig Sebastian Trivulzio-Conti, Guerriero Numero uno”. I have the right person {Translation: Sig – Sir; Guerriero Numero uno - Warrior Number 1}.Sebastian stared at him in shock with widened eyes, then his gaze was weary. The only person who knew his full name were his parents and maybe the secretary of the school when she looks at the records. His full name was not common knowledge.“And who might you be sir?” Sebastian askedThe man pointed at Sebastian’s phone in his pocket, “You got a message did you not?”“What message? Everyone gets messages all the time” Sebastian shrugged“Boy, I do not want to drag this conversation unnecessarily, not after you spent a full hour outside, staring at the café instead of walking in. If time is not precious to you, it is to some of us, you never know when you will kick the bucket so every moment counts, especially in this profession.” Sebastian’s mouth thinned. That stung a bit because he recalled Gramps, the man was right.“And if I were to waste any more moments here, I would prefer it be in a cozy environment like the café across the street,” the man said pointedly.“You know, scammers are getting bolder these days and they run rampant but sometimes they’re stupid.” Sebastian levelled the gaze of the man and continued, “If you didn’t notice from my dressing let me tell you, I have not a single penny to my name and I am in debt, no decent property to boast of and no family member to scrape from. Do you really want to waste your time and precious lines on me?” Sebastian finished.The man laughed in irritation, “It’s been a while since we had a stubborn brat who feels he’s too smart, for the trials. I might enjoy coaching you after all. You’ll regret alluding to me as a scammer boy, mark my words and it’ll be in a moment where you will regret it bitterly”“I always pay back in kind” Sebastian replied, unfazed.“We’ll see about that. I am from the Guerrieri Family, and I am your Consigliere for the Guerrieri Trials”“The Guerrieri Trials. Who are you guys and what is this trial all about? What does it have to do with me and why was I selected?” He couldn’t help himself, the questions barrelled out one after the other.“Again, I prefer discussing business in a cozy environment like the café.”Sebastian looked at the man standing before him, his menacing air was unmistakable but he blended perfectly with the professional persona, aye one might even think him a true lawyer who preferred to defy the norm with his dressing. His eyes went to the café and back to the man before him,“What is your name sir?”“Call me Consigliere Alessandro.” He replied with a bow.“There’s no reason to bow to me. You’re a grown middle-aged man while you might as well call me a suckling, I should be the one bowing.”“I’m afraid I cannot do that”“Why” Sebastian was puzzled“I prefer discussing business in cozy cafés Sig Sebastian”.Sebastian looked at the Café again and back at Alessandro who was unflinching. He had a feeling that if he walked into that café, he would not come out the same. The pointers were all there – the sketchy, borderline chilling messages, the crazy sum of money, the unusual man before him who oozed power, authority and a sense of danger. And all these things seemed to be luring him in, telling him to embrace them with open hands as though they were meant to be his or have always been his.He hesitated for a bit. He thought about the consequences, he wasn’t stupid, he knew the Mafia existed in these parts and once in a while, they recruit members though their method of recruitment was always a carefully guarded secret. He never thought it would happen to him because there was nothing outstanding about him other than his skills which only his Judo master and his friend knew a bit about and yet, here he was, seemingly being recruited even if it was yet to be confirmed.He thought about who he was, he was a nobody who wanted to make a name for himself through academic merit. He thought about his principles which were honed by Gramps and as far as he remembered, Gramps was never against the mafia and he always wondered why. He thought about Gramps’ death, and his revenge on Leonard. He thought about money and the constant insult in school, the corrupt officials in various institutions at various levels and the plight of the man who had no strong backing to afford to be good or decent.The more he thought about it, the more depressing his current life and lifestyle felt. What was there to hold on to? Nothing was holding him back.What were the pros of joining the Mafia? Authority, money and a backing which he desperately needed if he was going to go against Leonard. What were the cons? A likely unstable future of one constantly on the run from dabbling into the wrong things.After thinking for a while, he decided two things in his mind and with that decision, he nodded to Alessandro for them to enter the café.In contrast to the café exterior which was mundane and normal, the interior exuded an air of old-world charm mixed with an enigmatic allure. As Sebastian stepped in through the oak door, the rich aroma of freshly brewed expresso and the tantalizing scent of homemade pastries assaulted his senses, reminding him he had not eaten since yesterday morning when Gramps fed him. Swallowing his hunger, he sat next to Alessandro.Alessandro who had been observing him all the while ordered a bowl of steaming homemade minestrone soup, thick with vegetables and fragrant herbs, paired with crusty Italian bread and a rich cappuccino for Sebastian and black coffee for himself.“Why the food? We’re here to discuss business, no? Sebastian asked, perplexed“Indeed, we are but one does not discuss business on an empty stomach. Besides, it is my policy to always have a dish on the table during negotiations.” Alessandro replied with a smile“Why?”“You’ll find out soon.”“Well, that’s all fine and good, enjoy your meal. But you have to answer my questions in the process. Who are you guys?” Sebastian pressed“Whoever said the food is for me? I have my coffee here. Please eat and I will explain what you need to know.”Sebastian looked down at the food, he was tired of going back and forth with the man sitting in front of him and he was indeed hungry. Well, Alessandro did say it was his policy to always have food on the table so he was not going to resist any longer.As he took one bite of the soup, the warmth enveloped him, a warmth he hadn’t felt since yesterday morning and it moved him deeply. It felt like the man before him knew all he had gone through yesterday and was trying to comfort him with this food. Did he know?Alessandro carefully watched Sebastian as he ate. The only surviving heir of the *Boss was a lot more interesting than he had thought.“Listen carefully, Sig Sebastian…”“Sebastian”“Fine. Listen carefully Sebastian, you must have already guessed the purpose of those messages so I will go straight to the point. The Guerriero Family is having a trial to select a new leader for the family, not merely members. Five contestants have been carefully vetted and selected to participate in the trials and there will be a series of tests and challenges. During the duration of this trial, any contestant has the right to mobilize the full force of the family, as much as they can command to do whatever they want, however, it must be within reason and for the benefit of the family. At the end of the trial, the Boss and the family will choose the next leader. Did you follow all that?” Alessandro finished“Why was I selected?” Sebastian asked“Our vetting team found you worthy”“What did they find worthy in me? I am an outsider and from what you are saying, this Guerriero trial sounds very important to your family”“It is indeed. Aft
The three ladies who are ranked the most beautiful in Evertrise College are always called the beautiful three, with time it took an Italian variation, Bellissimi tre. And since last semester till now, the current Bellissimi tre were all from Sebastian’s class – Cecile, Zzemona and Anna. As Cecile walked to sit beside Sebastian, the grumbles got louder and the voice of the lecturer was heard once more, “Gentlemen and ladies, one more peep and the class will go in for it, especially the rich” No one made another sound after that. Cecile’s expression was indifferent, she was the kind of person that did not stand out too much yet was never hidden. In contrast to the heiresses in the hall, you could say she goes unnoticed, yet, she still draws attention, like a mysterious shadow that is always present but somehow blends in. She was the talk of the school when she enrolled just last semester which was very rare. The school hardly accepted such special students, given that she would grad
He was practising his Judo in the evening, after school when he was sure most of the school had gone home or to their various engagements. Even if anyone was lingering behind, his practising what everyone thought was loose punches would not make any difference to them or raise suspicion. Suddenly, he felt he was being watched but ignored it. It could have been anyone and it didn’t matter what their intentions were since they did not approach him, or so he thought. From that day forward, he kept feeling that peculiar gaze. The person was highly skilled because they managed to conceal themselves well from him. One day, he was finally able to use a detour to identify the stalker and it turned out to be the new student, Cecile! He ignored her initially, when her curiosity of his poor condition waned, she would naturally stop following him but she never stopped. He had to readjust his routine because of her to avoid mistakenly revealing his proficiency with Judo and martial arts. Despite
“I will never understand why you choose to bear their unjust treatment all the time without reporting it.” The lady asked, scanning him from head to toe, seemingly searching for another injury.Sebastian wiped his blood-stained mouth and asked, “Do you want a polite answer or the truth?”The lady glared at him, “What do you mean?”“Nothing Doyenne.” He bowed“Speak”“If you cared about the scholarship students, you would not turn a blind eye to their suffering despite knowing about it with the excuse of it not being reported. I dare not tell you how to run your school but if you insist on mixing high society with commoners, you have to be ready to bear the consequences that come with it, including death.” Sebastian kept his head low“Excellent! One of my best students is actually so ruthless with his words! If it were not for me, you wouldn’t have the opportunity to learn from the crème de la crème! What would your genius mind amount to in the face of sub-standard education?”“With al
“Dear Guerriero Numero Uno, your side quest is to bring the leader of the Red Rats gang to the headquarters tonight. He must be delivered alive. Goodluck”“Alessandro, I just got a message, what is up with the side quest? Haven’t we been given a task already?” Sebastian had barely arrived home before he got the message.“Oh, I forgot to tell you, other than the main tasks for the trials, you will be assigned side quests at random. The side quests are different per contestant but the main task is to be completed by all the contestants.” Alessandro answered nonchalantly over the phone, the sound of a punch landing on a sandbag audible over the speaker.“What other important information have you forgotten to tell me, Ales?” Sebastian asked, his tone a bit annoyed.“What’s the rush, you will eventually know all with time, let’s just hope you don’t find them out late.” He chuckled.“For a Consigliere, you sure are careless and grossly undisciplined!”“Judging a book by its cover now, are w
Sebastian ran like his life depended on it to the exam hall and actually, his life did depend on it. He had been fighting all night long. Part of his side test for the Guerrieri trials was to defeat an underground den and this was no simple underground den. They used acids actively in their operations and his job was to subdue them or completely wipe them out.He had fought into the morning – the fight took so long because he had other plans in mind, outside the task given to him by the Guerrieri. He was not a mere contestant; he had a secret agenda, and as an abandoned son, he only had himself to rely on to get revenge and to make a living.When he checked his time, it was 6 am and he had his first semester test that morning by 8 am. Attendance was the crucial factor here and not necessarily the grade as it would determine if you could write the finals for that semester. He stepped onto the road and as far as he could see, there were no vehicles, not even a bicycle in sight. This was
Leonard looked at the rod on the ground, his anger intensified, and he was literally red now. He lunged for Sebastian, punching and kicking but Sebastian blocked or dodged most of it. Leonard whistled, calling for backup. Men emerged from the corner, some were barehanded and some had sticks in hand. There were around ten men who appeared. “Woah woah bro, there’s no need to go this far. You damaged a car, it’s only right you pay for it, there’s no need to get violent over such a simple matter” Sebastian raised his hand in defeat Leonard laughed darkly. “Your first mistake was telling me what to do, then added to your crimes by trying to report me and you dodged my blows just now! If I do not make you crippled today, my name is not Leonard”. Sebastian tried to run but more men appeared from behind him, encircling him. There was no getting out of this without fighting his way through. His plan was to fight through an opening and then make a run for it – at this moment he felt a prese
The battleground fell silent. The thud of a body falling to the ground was heard, other than that, the silence was palpable. Sebastian blinked and blinked again, then looked below him. He didn’t know when the scream escaped his mouth - “Gramps!!!” “Gramps? Gramps! Gramps!!!” he bent down and held Gramps. He applied pressure to the gun shot area. “Someone call an ambulance!” he screamed “No one would do such!” Leonard who recovered from the shock of what just happened barked out. He had gotten the perfect aim for Sebastian and Sebastian could not escape because the men were pinning him down. When he pulled the trigger, he suddenly saw the old man jumping in front of Sebastian! What a man! Was he not scared of death? Was Sebastian that important to him? Max immediately pulled out his phone completely ignoring Leonard. Leonard turned to him, “I said no one should do such” he repeated. Max completely ignored him, dialling the emergency number and it began to ring. Leonard pulled up