THE MAFIA DON AND HIS NUN

(At SALVADOR’S)

Alfred and Theresa were now seated opposite each other in one of the restaurant’s private room.

Caesar and the rest of Alfred’s men were waiting outside the restaurant, keeping guard and on the watch out for danger.

“I never knew you could speak Italian.” Theresa said.

Alfred chuckled, “I can speak more than twenty languages fluently.” He boasted.

“Who was that short man you were speaking Italian with?” Theresa asked.

“His name is Salvador.” Alfred answered, “I only eat the food prepared by him.” He added.

“Why?” Theresa queried.

“Food poisoning.” Alfred replied, “A man of power and wealth like me breeds up enemies every seconds. That’s the reason why I am cautious of where I eat and who serves me.”

“That means you trust Salvador a lot.” Theresa said.

“Yeah, I trust him.”

“How did you meet him?”

“I met him at Italy when I went to eat at his stall.” Alfred said.

“A stall?”

“Yeah. Back then, Salvador rented a small stall to sell his food. His food was good but that was not where he got all his money from.”

“Did he have other side hustles he was doing?”

“He was also into drug business; selling drugs at the background of his business.” Alfred replied.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“So, that means he has been unti the drug business for a long time.” Theresa said.

“Yeah, Salvador is a real drug lord. He’s been in and out of jail over the years for drugs scandals.” Alfred said, “His specialty is cocaine and that qaa Tue reason we hired him to manage this restaurant.”

“Wait, you mean Salvador isn’t the owner of this restaurant..”

“No, he is the manager. The Gilberto family owns this restaurant.”

“But why is the restaurant named after Salvador?” Theresa asked, “Shouldn’t it be named Gilberto’s restaurant or something related.

“The Gilberto family has about ten restaurants in the world and each restaurant is named accordingly to the name of the managers managing the restaurants.” Alfred replied.

“Oh!” Theresa exclaimed in a low tone, “Now it makes more sense.”

‘I have to get more information about all the Gilberto’s restaurants.’ Theresa thought to herself.

“You said the Gilberto family has about ten restaurants in the world,” Theresa said after a brief as silence, “Can you tell me more about the restaurants?”

Alfred gave Theresa a long look,. He brought out a xugar box from his pocket and he took out one; clamping it with his lips, he lip it up.

“Have you ever smoked a cigar?” Alfred asked.

“Nope.” Theresa answered.

“I’ll tell you more about the Gilberto’s restaurants only if you smoke a stick of cigar.” Alfred said with a wide grin.

‘I need to get more information at all cost.”

“Alright.” Theresa replied. Alfred stretched a stick of cigar and a lighter to her and she collected it.

‘I can’t believe I’m gonna be smoking this unholy stick of shit I have never smoked before’ Theresa groaned inwardly.

She placed the stick of cigar in between her lips and she lit it up. Taking a puff from the cigar, she coughed.

“As you can see, I’m smoking this shit already. So, you start telling me about the Gilberto’s restaurants.”

Alfred smirked, then he started. “l

“Like I said earlier, the Gilberto’s restaurants are spread across the world and are about ten. The secret of these restaurants are the drug business attached to it. This is what made all the Gilberto’s restaurants exclusive.”

“Then how do you differentiate regular customers who come to eat and the customers who came for the stuff?” Theresa asked, taking another drag from the cigar.

“The green cards.” Alfred replied.

“What are green card?” Theresa questioned.

“The green cards are indicators for our exclusive customers. When I say exclusive customers, I mean men with the bucks. The bug men and boys owning six figures in their banks. The exclusive customers renew their green cards every week. The weekly renewals are the payment for the drugs bought from the restaurants.” Alfred explained detailedly.

‘So, all the ten Gilberto’s restaurants across the world are engaged in drug business.’ Theresa thought inaudibly to herself.

“Every of the Gilberto’s restaurants have private rooms. The private rooms were built for customers to have enough privacy to do their business and leave.

No one can take anything out with them. The only thing they can take out with them is their green cards.”

“What about the cops?” Theresa asked, “I’m pretty sure they know about this drug business. Do how do you deal with them?”

“Like you said, the cops are very much aware of the underworld businesses but they keep their mouths sealed,” Alfred paused to take another drag from his cigar, “The bucks they receive from my organization is more than your imagination. In summary, the cops work for me.”

“Of all the ten restaurants, this restaurant is the most largest and most expensive.” Alfred said.

“Wow!” Theresa exclaimed, “Salvador must be really good at managing this business.”

“Yeah, he ships in the drugs and does the selling.” Alfred replied, “The profits from each sales are summed up and shared at the end of the week.”

“Shared among you and who?”

“Grandmaster Gilberto and I.”

“Who is grandmaster Gilberto?” Theresa inquired.

“He is my father and the former leader of the Gilberto family.” Alfred answered, “He is also coming to pay me a visit very soon.”

“I can’t wait to meet him.” Theresa said with a wide smile on her face.

Salvador walked in with a large tray containing two plates of macaroni and cheese. He wore his chef outfit which really fitted him and laid out the dish for the both of them.

Theresa’s mouth watered the moment she saw the meal.

“Thanks.” She said with a smile.

“You’re welcome.” Salvador replied with a smile, then he walked out. He came back a minute later with a bottle of wine and two glass cups. He filled both cups and gave one to Theresa and the other one to Alfred.

“When you’re done eating, we’ve got to discuss about business.” Salvador said in French language.

“Alright.” Alfred replied in French, then Salvador walked out.

“He also speaks French?” Theresa asked as she stared at Salvador’s retreating figure.

“Yeah,” Alfred nodded in agreement, “He can also speak nine other languages fluently.” He added.

“Wow, that’s mind blowing,”

“Most of the members in my organization are good at speaking more than eight languages.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you teach me his to speak other languages?” Theresa asked.

“Yeah, now eat up before it gets cold.”

Theresa took a bite from the meal then another and another. It was so good. She nearly cried for joy. She had never tasted anything so delicious in her entire life.

Alfred was watching her, surprised to find her expression like that of a child who just got a Christmas present.

“This is,” Theresa said, drinking her wine. “This is classic.”

Caesar walked inside the room and he bowed slightly before whispering something into Alfred’s ear. Alfred dropped his fork and his face turned into an angry expression.