Branches sur les deux mains - Chapitre 3.1

A familiar Italian voice came from behind her.

Sei jumped out of her seat at that moment. The platinum-haired man raised his eyes in her direction. His eyes hidden behind the round glasses shined brightly.

pourtant, Sei didn’t pay any attention to the man.

“Giulio ?"

Her voice trembled when she spoke the name of the person who came suddenly.

"Ça fait longtemps."

Sourire doucement, his eyes slowly raked Sei’s whole body up and down. Deep and dark. They were the eyes of a strong successful man.

Giulio Parenti.

At first glance he might have seemed like a gentle British businessman, but he was the eldest son and head of the Parenti family, an orthodox Sicilian Mafia family.

He lowered his gaze to where she was sitting earlier. Sei’s heart skipped a beat when she saw Giulio scrutinizing the blonde man beside her.

"Cela fait longtemps, Monsieur. Parenti.”

"Bien, ça fait longtemps que je n'ai pas entendu ça. What do you mean by ‘Mr. Parenti’?"

In his late 30s, the man’s slim, muscular body which was nearly 190 centimètres de haut, could not be hidden even in a suit.

The faces of some people who recognized him turned blue. Un par un, as they began to move away from him, Romano and Lorenzo standing behind Giulio came into her view. They greeted her with an expressionless face.

‘I should probably not pretend to know him!'

Sei decided to get out of here right away. She didn’t know why Giulio suddenly appeared, but today wasn’t the fated day. Giulio’s leisure steps followed behind her as she tried to flee.

As he glanced over at the blatant gazes directed at her from across the casino, he momentarily wrapped his arms around her slender waist and pulled her into his arms. The hem of her short dress rose slightly. Sei did not shy away from Giulio’s languid gaze. She touched his chest with a relaxed smile.

Looking like a very ordinary lover.

"Pourquoi es-tu ici? You surprised me.”

“A coincidence. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on vacation.”

The hairs on her body stood up when Giulio lightly grasped her chin. No matter how scared she was, there was no way she could avoid him.

Sei leaned into him with a smile.

“That’s weird.Your name wasn’t on the passenger list.”

"Vraiment? Certainement pas. You should have looked carefully. Et, if you have made a mistake, Qu'allez-vous faire à ce sujet?"

Giulio seemed quite relaxed and laid back. He took a step and escorted her over to an outdoor balcony on one side of the casino. The night was lively with the merry sounds of cocktail lovers. Her black silky hair fluttered in the night breeze.

“You can’t show up like this all of a sudden. That was my four months’ worth of living expenses.”

Giulio’s large body towered over her as she leaned against the railing. He lit a cigarette with a smile. As the long white smoke swirled and evaporated from his mouth, his hand skimmed up her white thighs.

À ce moment là, Sei gasped. Un grand, rough hand ran up her thigh, leading to the inside of the skirt. Then clutching her ample shaped derriere, he bent his upper body with a cold smile.

“Why….Scared?"

"Moi? We… we only just met each other a day or two before?"

"Bien, Je suis content de l'entendre. et il a résisté à l'envie, there was a problem with the item you carried.”

“What do you mean by problem?"

“The money deposited from Valentin has slipped away like a mirage.”

Sei frowned.

What she did for Giulio Parenti was quite limited. No matter how bold she was, she couldn’t do a big business against the Mafia.

It was on DE:A’s cruise that she first met Giulio Parenti. Quand elle était jeune, she didn’t know Giulio was a mafia leader. Sans réfléchir, she had robbed his pockets and the result was quite terrible. It was when she faced six guns for thirty minutes, she realised the importance of customer selection.

Fortunately when Giulio found her, he was then struggling with the sudden absence of his personal mule.

[T/N: Mule: A mule or courier is someone who personally smuggles contraband across a border for a smuggling organization. The organizers employ mules to reduce the risk of getting caught themselves. ]

There were various ways in which mafias earned their money. Drugs, arms trafficking, and human trafficking that people commonly know are no longer very lucrative. They have evolved into corporate mobs dealing with national projects and bailouts. He even dabbled in various kinds of information businesses, and the part that he needed Sei for was also related to the information business.

Chaque mois, she took things that Giulio wanted to deliver to the place of appointment. She was never curious about what the delivery was. Sometimes it would be a bundle of cash, sometimes a document or sometimes it would be drugs.

Sometimes she wondered what kind of fate led her to this world? Especially when she had to dress up as an old man or when she had to drive a 10-ton truck.

parcouru le nord, I can’t believe there’s a problem with the item. Then shouldn’t we catch Valentin Orlov who deposited the money? He was the one who deposited the money and received the goods. Why hasn’t he gone to him? Or maybe it’s me…’

Sei’s eyes widened as she realised this and she tightly gripped Giulio’s hand.

“Are you doubting me? I just deliver your stuff without knowing the identity of the clients and speaking to them.”

"Je ne sais pas. Rats always turn out to be ones that are closest.”

Holding her waist with one hand, he pulled out his other hand and grabbed her hair. He nuzzled her neck and then approached her as if he was going to kiss her. Sei pulled her head back. Judging by her experience of working under him for two years, he was really like a double dealer. Giulio Parenti was certainly a scary man, but at least he was pretty good to her.

She didn’t know whether it was because he was sexually attracted to her or simply because she was an Asian woman, but sometimes men acted so friendly that they felt abnormal to her. Dans ce cas, it was much more favorable to be rebellious rather than be obedient.

‘Sadist!'

bien, it was more funny that a mafia leader who killed people without blinking an eye was not a sadist.

Giulio’s eyes gleamed as she avoided his touch. He grabbed Sei’s slender neck in one instant moment. The hand clutched her delicate neck and cut off her oxygen. His fingers tightened and left red marks on her pale white skin. Struggling to breathe, she clung to his arm.

"JE, I’m not…Ha, shit.”

"Non, your abilities are too great. I can’t figure out where and what you’re doing. Juste comme avant. Were you thinking of going into that man’s crib tonight?"

[T/N: If you’re wondering what he means by crib, he’s basically belittling the other guy’s junk and calling him a baby.]

« Ne me fais pas rire. I told you… that was just my four-month living expenses. And no matter how greedy I am, I don’t sell my body.”

His long eyelashes fell languidly. Giulio loosened his grip on her neck. Cela ne faisait que quelques secondes, but there was already a bruise on her white neck. He clicked his tongue and grabbed her chin.