How dare he try to attack me with my wife there? Does he want my wife to find out, or what? I don't know what his plan is. He tried to shoot me in front of my wife? Does he even know who I am? I'm going to teach him a lesson, he said as he clenched his fists. When I get home tonight, I'm going to leave. I don't need anyone. I'm powerful enough on my own. I'll go to where Mario is staying, and if my anger isn't satisfied, Mario is going to die. I'll kill every man in that building, including him. He has the audacity. I could end his life with one phone call. It looks like he doesn't know who I am. I am the boss of all mafia.
While making an angry face, Luna looked at him. She knew something wasn't right. She kept wondering what was wrong.
Lorenzo might know. When I get home, I'll ask him about it, Luna thought.
"Honey, why are you making that face? You're going to get old quickly if you keep doing that," Luna said.
Matteo smiled. "Sorry, it's just business that's been bothering me," he said.
"But there's no need for you to squeeze your face like that. You'll get old, and you'll turn ugly," Luna said with a smile.
Matteo smiled too as he looked into her eyes.
Luna rolled her eyes, turned her face to the side, and looked away. He gently turned her face back and looked at her.
"Luna, don't worry. I won't get old fast. I'm good-looking, right? I know I am. So don't worry," Matteo said as he leaned in to kiss her.
"Stop, stop, stop—not yet. It's kind of embarrassing. The driver is watching us through the mirror," Luna said.
The driver quickly turned his eyes away, and Matteo stepped back a little.
"That was quite embarrassing," Matteo said. "It's just our driver. He can look, but what's the big deal?"
"It's really creepy the way he watches. That's why I don't want to do it—not yet. This is the right moment, but not here," Luna said.
They both laughed, and the car was almost near Matteo's mansion. When the driver arrived, he stopped, got out, and opened the door for Luna and Matteo. They both stepped out and went straight to their room.
Luna wasn't really happy. She had wanted to have a fun day, but something had already ruined it.
As Matteo was in his room, he went to take a shower and began preparing for the night. That evening, Luna felt suspicious. She said she just wanted to ask Matteo a question—to check if he was truly taking a bath.
As Matteo finished his bath, he grabbed a towel and began drying his body.
"Matteo, is anything wrong? Is there any problem?" Luna asked. "You've been behaving quite strangely. I'm just wondering… are you in some kind of trouble? What's going on?"
"It's just a little too much," Matteo replied. "Luna, there's a problem at the casino. I need to fix it, and I won't be around tonight. So don't worry."
After they finished talking, Matteo took his phone, went downstairs, and called Lorenzo.
"Lorenzo, do you know Mario? He's crossed the line," Matteo said. He then told Lorenzo everything—about the poker game, the gambling, and everything that had happened with Mario.
Lorenzo was shocked. "Mario? How could he do that? It looks like he's forgotten his place."
"He has forgotten his place," Matteo replied. "He's a loser, a nobody. He gambled, he lost—and this is the last time he's going to try anything like that. This might even be the last day he breath air."
"What do you mean by that, boss?" Lorenzo asked.
"I mean I'm going to kill him with my own hands. I don't need any of you to do the work for me. Sure, I could let you all handle it—but no. He nearly risked my life, and worse, the life of my wife. I'm going to correct that myself. I'm going to show him that in the world of the mafia, he's nothing to me. So get ready," Matteo said over the phone.
"Sir, this isn't good. You shouldn't. Let your men do the job—or I can do it myself. Mario may be a nobody, but he still has some power. If you kill him, it might spark a small war between mafia groups. Some of them depend on Mario's money to survive," Lorenzo warned.