Mr. Corleone Is a Decent Man

"Twenty gunmen are ready, all top-notch lads! They've long harbored resentment for that cold-blooded butcher and brutal executioner, Mussolini!"

Since Luke had mentioned capabilities, Alessandro couldn't wait to show off.

"As for the passes, I've already made arrangements, bribing key personnel in the naval patrol with a hefty sum! I'll have them by the day after tomorrow at the latest."

As it turned out, Alessandro was not only good at pleasing superiors but also quite capable in his work.

Luke nodded in satisfaction. He couldn't afford to linger in Sicily for too long.

Otherwise, his false identity as a secret envoy from Berlin would risk being exposed.

Taking advantage of the time lag in information exchange between Germany and Italy, entering Rome and getting close to Mussolini was the best-case scenario.

If unexpected circumstances arose, Luke would have to act alone, infiltrating the Venice Palace—as everyone knew, the true essence of an assassin was to kill all enemies so that no one would know they had been there.

Judging by this, Luke felt he would be an excellent assassin.

"However, Mr. Corleone, I would like to offer a few words in defense of your earlier reprimand."

After discussing business, Alessandro's eyes darted around as he spoke, still unwilling to give up. "My offering you a woman was by no means because I see you as someone indulging in lust."

"Perhaps you don't know, but Marlena is a famous beauty in Sicily. Her husband, Nino, was taken away by a recruiting officer on their wedding night, and news of his death arrived a few days ago. Recently, Marlena's father broke his leg and fell gravely ill. You could say her situation is dire."

"I thought that someone as young and promising as you, Mr. Corleone, would naturally have a warm heart. Marlena is at her wit's end right now, and it would be best if you took a liking to her, which is why I took the liberty of sending her to your room."

Luke was stunned. He never expected a prominent Mafia boss to be so shamelessly brazen.

He suddenly felt he was wrong. They say the simp has nothing, but in reality, they have everything.

Even though Alessandro's demeanor was like that of a fawning court jester, Luke, as the object of his flattery, couldn't muster any ill feelings.

From this, it could be seen that simps also had different levels and classes.

And when it came to Alessandro, Luke was willing to crown him the strongest!

"Maintain your composure."

Luke cautioned himself.

He wiped the corner of his mouth, finished his meal, and walked to the living room.

Alessandro had fully embraced the role of a sycophantic subordinate, following him obsequiously.

Who would have thought that this bearded Mafia boss, who appeared honest and upright, would behave like this?

"Mr. Corleone, to be honest with you, there are many men in Sicily who covet Marlena's beauty. She's alone, a widow, and even the Magistrate has his eyes on this prize... It's much better for her to be with you than to become a plaything for the masses."

Alessandro sat on the sofa, glancing cautiously at Luke.

"Then keep her. And... don't think about sending me money or women unnecessarily; just focus on your own tasks."

Luke pondered for a moment and replied softly.

As a superior, he couldn't completely disregard Alessandro's earnest efforts.

After all, for a Mafia boss like him to go to such lengths to act as a pimp would be looked down upon by his subordinates if it got out.

"Right, the Magistrate... Let's take care of him first!"

The topic didn't linger on Marlena. That alluring, charming widow was an unfortunate soul.

Luke didn't want to treat her like merchandise, to be casually traded or sold.

A helpless woman, born into this turbulent era, coupled with a face so stunningly beautiful in her youth, had become the root of Marlena's tragic life!

The women in the town ostracized Marlena, believing she only seduced men;

while the men lusted after Marlena's captivating body, hoping one day to be seduced by her.

"Find someone to eliminate him! Preferably make it look like an accident, without causing too much of a stir!"

Luke's expression turned cold as he said this calmly.

This could be considered a token of loyalty.

Once Alessandro carried this out, he would be bound to Luke's chariot.

If he ever considered defecting or betraying him, he would have to carefully consider the consequences.

The Mussolini government would not tolerate a mob boss assassinating a local Magistrate.

Back when the Mafia was purged, one family audaciously assassinated the Governor of Palermo, causing a sensation throughout Sicily.

The result was Mussolini's furious wrath, leading to the immediate arrest and execution of over a thousand rioters.

With such a precedent, once Alessandro committed this act, he would have no other choice but to align himself with the Allies.

"I understand! I will personally handle this matter and guarantee a flawless execution!"

Alessandro nodded decisively.

He considered himself proficient in the art of assassination.

Every Mafia boss has climbed their way up from this very step!

For Alessandro, any trouble that could be solved by killing was no trouble at all!

"Then I shall take my leave. If Mr. Corleone requires anything, he may summon me again."

Before leaving, Alessandro removed his hat, bowed slightly, and gave a knowing look that men would understand.

Marlena had always been known as the "Flower of Sicily," a coveted beauty that countless men dreamed of sharing a bed with.

With such a charming and beautiful woman, a captivating beauty, laid out on the bed, even if he didn't feel tempted now, he would eventually lose control.

Unless—

Mr. Corleone truly abstained from women.

But in Alessandro's eyes, how could there be a man in this world who wasn't lustful?

At most, there was only a distinction between being lustful for women, or lustful for men.

Wait…

What if Mr. Corleone was attracted to men?

Alessandro began to wonder if he should inquire about any handsome men nearby.

It was a pity he didn't know if Mr. Corleone preferred the rugged type or the slender type.

If Luke knew about Alessandro's peculiar train of thought, he would definitely use his fist to punch a hole in the man's head!

By the door of the master bedroom, Marlena, draped in a silk nightgown, had a complex look in her eyes, as if she had finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She sat on the bed blankly, somewhat dazed and also a bit lost.

The moment Marlena was sent to Luke's room, she had already prepared for the worst.

To be toyed with, violated, and then to gradually slide into the abyss of life.

This was all she could imagine.

However, things had not developed in the worst possible direction.

That Mr. Corleone had displayed a gentlemanly demeanor rarely seen in the men of this town.

He neither made unwanted advances nor spoke frivolously.

Thinking of this, Marlena said from the bottom of her heart, "Mr. Corleone is truly a decent person."

Accustomed to the disgusting gazes of the men in town, who seemed to want to strip her clothes off with their eyes, she was genuinely grateful for Luke's restraint.

Marlena, who had lost faith in men, retreated back into the covers, wrapping herself up.

She could finally sleep peacefully now.

"Marlena..."

In a hazy dream, Marlena heard someone call her name.

In a daze, she seemed to recall her sick father, her deceased husband...

The pressure that had been weighing on her for many days, as it relaxed, transformed into resentment and sorrow over her own fate.

Large tears streamed down her face, soaking the pillow she clutched.

Wait…

Sensing something different, Marlena seemed to jolt awake, her eyes snapping open.

And then—

She saw Mr. Corleone sitting by the bed with food on a tray.

And at some point, she had rolled over, wrapped her arms around his waist, and her face was pressed near his thighs.

Such intimate proximity made Marlena recoil as if she had been electrocuted!

"Um... I saw you slept for so long, and I thought you might be hungry when you woke up, so I prepared some food."

Luke looked serious, his gaze straight ahead.

Indicating, "You were the one who made the first move just now," I am indeed a decent person.

ps: Thanks to [Nameless and Uncaring] for the 500-point reward, and [Eternal Rooter] for the 100-point reward~