Pampered by Millions

      The slender figures of the dancers are intertwined into an amorous scene, and in the smell of cigarettes, the violet-like night slowly rises.

    "That's a stunning beauty," the speaker was in her early thirties, holding a glass in one hand, the turmeric wine tinkling along with ice cubes: "The skin is as delicate as silk, very attractive People, faces are bigger than any star."

    Not waiting for the man opposite him to speak, the speaker continued: "The most wonderful thing is that he is the second son of the Costa family. Besides him, there are only three female Betas in their family. It is equivalent to owning the third largest family in Sicily, who doesn't want to be beautiful, footed on power and gold?"

    "Sounds good."

    The young man who spoke was like amber, and his face was rare among Europeans. When he smiled, his features became more and more beautiful, like a big boy who was not deep in the world.

    "You'll see him, Shiratori." The man who was drinking wildly on the opposite side had already begun to lose his mind, and his tongue was knotted when he spoke: "The whole...the best Omega in Sicily, if not for the The big security umbrella of the Costa family, he must have been embraced by men day and night, and everyone will love him, including your loyal father..."

    "I have reservations about this," the big boy took a sip of rum: "My godfather asked me to take your life, so the story of the beauty is here."

    Before the man could react, the black muzzle had already touched his temple, the man's turbid pupils shrunk into a thin line, before his terrified roar spewed out of his throat, the man opposite Eyebrows: "Don't doubt my brother, he said he can no longer be your father, the first article of the family contract, never sell drugs to Italians, except for niggas."

    The silencer covered the atrocities in the striptease music in the bar, the young man with amber eyes and light brown hair took advantage of the opportunity to let the body of his companion fall to sleep on the table, his eyes swept over the bra not far away The dancing girls, stuffed with banknotes, smiled at the oncoming waiter.

    "My friend is drunk. If he doesn't wake up after one o'clock, please call a car to take him to the address written on the napkin."

    He paid the bill, paid the waiter a generous tip, made sure that the hidden square table would not be approached until one o'clock in the morning, the young murderer turned a blind eye to the hot dancer The figure quickly disappeared into the sound of rain outside the bar.

    Shiroi, the right-hand man of Moriti's godfather.

    There are countless capable people in Sicily, only the person in power of the Moriti family is qualified to be called the godfather. Three years ago, the young killer "Shiroto" who was born in the sky once attracted the attention of the entire underground world. Shiratori won the trust of Moriti's godfather, and in a short period of time, he eradicated the enemies and families that the godfather hated. Cancer, no one knows his real name and appearance, just like no one knows how many people's blood has been on his hands, Shiratori is a born murderer, ruthless and unscrupulous.

    Bright halo stretches across the wooden floor, and the actress in the light green gauze swirls gracefully on the stage.

    [Just this? ]

    [This is it. ]

    Sitting in a crowded theater, he controlled the urge to turn his head to the light, carefully looked at the man sitting behind him from the corner of his eye, he could only see the man's light brown hair, white Skin and nice wrist joints.

    [What shard is he? ]

    [Cheerful. ]

      ]

    [Get up or die. ]

    […]

    Let's go.

    He pretended to throw the lighter on the ground at will, the red-brown lighter engraved with the emblem of the third largest family in Sicily rolled to the back row, and looked for a light in the front row. He didn't turn his head to look behind until the bodyguard sitting beside him asked politely.

    "Hello sir, have you seen my lighter?"

    "If I'm not mistaken," sitting in the back row of the headlight was a very good-looking young man, or more precisely, the man was more like a big boy, with a dazzling expression on his face Warm smile: "is this?"

    The slender fingers held the lighter without moving, and when he saw Chao Deng, he wanted to reach for it, but the bodyguard next to him immediately stopped him.

    "Second Young Master, you..."

    "It's okay," interrupted the bodyguard towards the light: "He's Beta."

    The moment the fingers touched, the warm and fresh pheromone on the other side made Zhao Deng wink at the lamp... It is indeed cheerful!

    "Are you a member of the Costa family?"

    Zhao Deng was stunned: "Hmm."

    Seeing that the bodyguard next to him changed slightly, the man opened a harmless smile: "Sorry, I just think your family crest is very beautiful, thorn flower."

    "Is it beautiful?" Chao Deng also smiled: "I feel a little feminine."

    "How come, how many people want this and can't ask for it." Before he could respond, the speaker leaned back: "Although I am very happy, but if we continue to talk, it will be noisy. to others."

    "My name is Chao Deng."

    “…Don.”

    After a short silence, the man reported his name.

    The actress' platinum hair swirls in the air, and she is as light as a butterfly under the control of the gradually rising filigree, the scarlet curtain slowly descends, the green tulle the actress is wearing Blood flowers suddenly bloomed above, and she twisted her body, her head and arms sagging weakly.

    "She's dead...she's dead?!"

    "Seal the exit! Put her down first!"

    The foreman of the theater looked pale at the scene in front of him, the blood congealed into small puddles on the wooden floor, the actress's identity was unusual, she was the mistress of a big family leader, and died suddenly Inside the theater, it's not hard to imagine the trouble these crews will face.

    The screams of the female guests were mixed with the commands of the men. When they turned back to the lamp, the young man who had been smiling before had disappeared. The bodyguard next to him immediately protected him after seeing this. Since he suddenly came into estrus last year, the leader of the Costa family, who learned that his only son was Omega, was afraid that there would be an accident in Chaodeng and the family would have no successor. , and these carefully selected subordinates all have a strong desire to protect, and it is common for them to stop any strangers who may have contact with him like just now.

    A muffled groan came from the bodyguard who was protecting himself. Seeing the tall figure falling to the ground, he quickly peeled the gun from his hand towards the lamp, and his body jumped back The shadows disappeared, his back was close to the wall, and he probed around the corner to find a way to escape, but someone in the darkness on the side let out a small smile.

    "Responsiveness is good, but I just made you die a thousand times."

    The hoarse and thick unfamiliar voice made Zhao Deng frown.

    "What do you want?"

    "It's just a trivial joke, I don't harbor any ill will towards you," the other side would easily describe killing a bodyguard: "It's two thousand times now."

    “…are you a white bird?”

      Yes-

    "The dead actress is the mistress of the Vozo leader. Only the godfather can touch the Vozo family things, and only he can." Although he couldn't see the other's face, he raised his lips towards the lamp With a slight smile: "You are the godfather's best gun."

    "Smart boy."

    The man seemed to be laughing and sighing. Before more people arrived, his long shadow flashed away in the darkness.

    [Love is worth half a star. ]

    […cheerful? ! ]

    A bolt from the blue.

    [Cheerful and killer? ]

    […]

    It makes sense.

    Remembering the other party's reaction just now, he asked Zhao Deng uncertainly: [Changing is Tang, the killer, and Shiratori? ]

    The rumored Shiratori is a left-handed, used to old-fashioned revolvers, he likes to smoke, he always smells of tar, his personality and behavior are very gloomy, a real weirdo.

    [He has admitted. ]

    Although the facts have proven the rumors to be false, the most terrifying murder weapon in Sicily, the godfather's right-hand man, is his good-looking target. Just think about it, it's great, oh.

    Lights suggest that Lights commit suicide immediately.

    The spacious and elegant room was brightly lit, and the aging Godfather Moriti closed the dark green book in his hand. This couldn't hide his trembling big hands and age spots, he nodded to the young man who came in, and then whispered.

      Going around those politicians, he's doing more than I can tolerate."

    "You're wrong."

     Shiratori stepped forward and kissed the back of the godfather's slack hand. Time mercilessly impacted this once powerful and unparalleled man. Although he was still in charge of the whole of Sicily, he was no longer as energetic as when he was young.

    "Wozzo's woman is an Omega," the old Godfather Moriti smiled faintly, facing the white bird, persevering and persuading: "Omegas are divided into two types, one type Using beauty as a weapon to enslave Alpha, the first class is born with the world, you have seen the second son of the Costa family, he is very likable, right?"

    Seeing Shiratori nodding, the smile lines at the corners of the old godfather's eyes deepened a bit.

    "I will arrange your identity for you and enter the Costa family." The cigar ashes fell into the ashtray with a primitive shape, and the wind rolled up the curtains: "If you conquer Costa, most of the Italy is ours, beauty is ours, tobacco, alcohol and real estate are everywhere, he will become your Omega, a little **** who will always open his legs to you and be yours."

    May flowers grow wildly in this romantic land, the breeze blows through the transparent sunshine, and the beautiful girls in colorful costumes ride down the small slopes on colorful bicycles. Amidst the yelling, the black-haired young man running in the alley grabbed the fruit basket, and the oranges that rolled to the ground hindered the pursuit of the chasers. Those people did not dare to shoot him, and looked at the lamp. He tried his best to make trouble while running, and the bodyguard who followed Chao Deng betrayed him. Family honor is **** in front of money most of the time. A wall suddenly appeared on the opposite side. The ear said.

    [Emotion fragment detected. ]

    The young man who jumped from the opposite wall was agile. A small gun turned out in his hand. After the bullet was empty, he threw the gun at the enemy's door, and the barrel of the gun was smashed. The opponent's head was bleeding, and a few young men raised their knives in the dodging room. After the last person's throat was cut neatly, he landed firmly in front of Chao Deng.

    [President, keep talking? ] Chao Deng looked at the young man, the emotion in the pair of amber made him slightly uncomfortable: [I feel more secure listening to your voice. ]

    […]

    "Second Young Master."

    After finishing all the enemies, the young man bowed his head and greeted him, rubbing his nose towards the lamp.

    "Don?"

    "I'm your new bodyguard now."

    The black-haired beauty on the opposite side showed a surprised expression, opened her mouth and hesitated, but Tang Jian stopped smiling: "Who did the second young master get on? So many people are chasing me, and I'm just now. follow."

    He shook his head: "Too many, I don't know which."

    "You mean, one of your admirers...?"

    "Don't be Beta?"

      Under the harmless skin of humans and animals lives the souls of evil and rebellious murderers.

      In the past 20 years of life, there has never been a single omega losing half of his sanity, and even if they were naked and stood in front of him, in most cases it would have no effect.

    Even a second was fatal to him.

    [Hate is worth half a star. ]

    […]

    Please give me a reason.

    Chao Deng did not hesitate to say, "Beta is good, you want to protect me in the future, so don't call it Young Master, call it Dad?"

    "...Second Young Master," Tang tried his best to restrain his urge, measured his head slightly, a natural smile in his voice: "Are you in heat?"

    “…”

    As expected of being cheerful, this kind of words are said so cheerfully!