love brother

Chapter 23

"What do you want me to do?"

Sitting in front of me was a thin woman who claimed her husband's family name was Gayter, dressed in shabby but neat clothes.She has been crying in front of me for more than an hour, and I probably understand what she means, but I can't understand why she came to me.

She said that she had a husband who was a drunkard and a gambler, and he often beat and scolded her. He finally died of alcohol poisoning a while ago. Forgive me for being relieved after listening to the lady in front of me.But unfortunately, her husband owed a large amount of money to a trader at usury, and just a few days after her husband's death, the merchant came to collect the debt.I bet that guy came to the door on time, of course he couldn't ask for a penny, so he shamelessly took away Miss Guyett, Mrs. Guyett's only daughter, a poor and helpless 16-year-old girl —Caroline, claiming to use her to pay off the debt.

In fact, whether it is a drunkard husband or a debt collector or a 16-year-old girl, I have nothing to do with it, but Mrs. Gayter still found me.When did the label of the Lombardi family become an organization of good people who do good deeds?

Mrs. Gayit covered her mouth with a handkerchief, crying as if she was about to die: "Oh, dear sir, please save my daughter, I am willing to repay you with anything!"

If you still have something of value, you won't let someone take your daughter away.

I rubbed my temples with some headaches: "Ma'am, who told you to come to me?"

I can't believe that this little woman who looks like the wind can blow down came to the Lombardi family by herself. She doesn't even seem to know what I am doing. She only knows that I can help her, so she goes Hold on to the thigh.

"Yes... it's Mr. Jin."

"Kim?" I must say I was very surprised.

Kim—everyone called him Kim—was a cranky bum who always huddled quietly on street corners with a beard and looked like any other bum.But he sometimes sells information, claiming to know all the homeless people in New York. I tried to win him over, but he drove me out of his small tent.I was always looking for an opportunity to build a relationship with him, but he created the opportunity for me himself.

Since it was introduced by Jin, of course I can't just send him away. If I can make Jin owe me favors, the deal will be worth the money.

I asked Mrs. Gayit some more points, and then I asked Albert to send her home, and promised to get her daughter back as soon as possible.

"Boss, what are you going to do, go to that trader's house to rob people?" Albert turned around and asked me after explaining.

"Stealing people? No, of course not!" I immediately denied that such a rough way of doing things is not my true nature.

I must do this matter well, and I must ensure that it will not affect the future life of the mother and daughter, otherwise it will be meaningless for Jin to ask me for help.

Just as I was thinking hard, Ryan came down from upstairs. He seemed to have just woken up, his brows were slightly frowned, and it seemed that he was angry because of getting up.Since he put down the burden on his shoulders and became a free man, he has more time to do what he likes, and sometimes he will sleep in occasionally. This was impossible before, but now he has gradually got used to.

I really agree that he has his own hobbies and devotes himself to them. Everyone should only do what they like, but I still don't understand his intentions of playing with his butterfly specimens all night.When he was making specimens, he was as precise, quiet, eerie, cold, and scary as a surgeon.

"Good morning, brother."

Ryan buttoned his cuff buttons as he went down the stairs: "I have eyes, I know it's getting late, Yoni."

I think he must have not slept well yesterday, feeling worse than usual when he wakes up.

But I like him in any way: "Have something to eat first, King."

Soon, I had someone prepare food and the major newspapers of the day for him to choose from. During the meal break, he suddenly asked, "What are you worrying about?"

As the only accompanying guest at the dinner table, he could only be asking me. After being stunned for a moment, I immediately told him what happened to Mrs. Guyt today.

Finally I asked him, "Why do you think I'm bothering you?"

"Don't you know? There is such a sentence written on your face: 'My IQ is not enough, please help'." He pointed at my face with a table knife.

Sometimes I really don't understand why he is so elegant and decent, why he can say so many mean words in a serious manner, is there a direct ratio between beauty and viciousness?

"You can pay off the debt for her."

"...What?" I lost my mind and didn't hear clearly.

"Yuni," he said, stopping to eat, "you can help that lady pay off her husband's debt."

It's a good idea, a good idea to get right to the point, but...it's too simple, I mean I'm a mafia!

"That's it? What if he keeps pestering me?"

Ryan looked at me with that "are you the villain or am I" look that put me to shame.

He was slow, with a soothing tone: "For some things, the process is not important, as long as the result is the same. Do you want me to teach you how to make people behave?"

His words undoubtedly lit up the light of inspiration that had been dark in my mind. Sometimes I really feel that there is no essential difference between politicians and mafia. We are all guys who do things by unscrupulous means.

"Brother, I have to say that you are really a natural..." His gaze made me swallow the rest of the "bad guy", and I changed my words: "A born smart person!"

Afterwards, I asked people to sneak into the businessman's house in the middle of the night to explain why he came, stripped him naked and beat him up, then rolled the money into a roll and stuffed it into all the holes on his body, that's right, "all the holes".

small theater:

Youni: "Brother, I want to raise a dog, a fluffy puppy lying on the ground like a ball of cotton!"

Ryan: "No."

Youni: "You can keep Amy company."

Ryan: "No. Don't use Amy as an excuse. He doesn't like puppies. He's only interested in insects."

Youni: "What? He doesn't like puppies, and he has inherited this from you? He is indeed your son."

Youni: "But you agreed with me to keep a cat! That cat was called Bai Xue when I was a child, remember? Since you agreed with me to keep a cat, you should also agree with me to keep a dog. They are actually similar."

Ryan: "Yuni, do you know why I asked you to have a cat?"

Yoni: "For...why?"

Ryan: "Because..."

Ryan: "Because I'm happy."

Yoni: "Brother!!"

Ryan: "If you were crying in front of me now, like you were crying and begging me when you were trying to keep that stupid cat, I might change my mind."

Yoni: "Brother...I've grown up! And I'm a mafia godfather remember?"

Ryan: "If you don't cry, there are no puppies. Please do yourself, BOSS."

Yoni: "Oh my god bro!!"

Ryan: "I only give you 5 minutes to prepare, and even if you cry and beg me, I won't let you have a stupid dog, I swear."

Yoni: "...I know what you want to do."

Youni: "Brother..."

Yoni: "Okay! Come on, make me cry, fuck me up with your big dick, if you're hard enough, I'll cry for you in 5 minutes..."

Ryan: "Comfortable to cry?"

Yoni: "Yeah...umm...you did it on purpose!"

Ryan: "If you want a puppy... just clamp your ass obediently."

Yoni: "Woo... brother... you're too... ah... please..."

Ryan: "No matter how many times, I still like it very much."

Yoni: "Because... um... you're a sadist... woo..."

Ryan: "What? Louder, I can't hear you."

Youni: "...ha...I was wrong...don't...ah...too deep...brother..."

Ryan: "If you can shoot and cry, I'll let you have two."

Yoni: "??!!"

Youni: "Just lie... next time... let me... let me fuck!"

Ryan: "Cry first, then talk."