Nancy_Jim

What are the odds that a young man at the mercy of peasantry living for survival, would come to be the most affluent Hotel owner in one of the biggest cities in Italy? 
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Meet Santo Martini: 
A poor young man from Sarco Paraceno who finds himself in Palermo. His initial plans of getting a regular job at a restaurant get thwarted the moment he accidentally witnesses the death of the famous owner of the grandest hotel in Palermo —'Hotel Magnífico'. 

He makes a pact with death and in return, gets all the luxury and fame he always dreamed of. But with a mission to complete and a faceless mafia lord on his track, will he be able to cheat death for so long? 

Stay tuned with me as we unravel the mysteries surrounding the ominous death of the actual owner of the Magnífico. While, we observe Santo journey through the routes of deep-rooted secrets, brutality, life threats, guilt, love, and deceit, to attain the zenith of mouth-watery luxury and stability. 

Cover art not mine. [Temp. cover]

Love and Deceit

"WHAT. WAS. THAT. ALL. ABOUT?" Elijah mumbled his displeasure through gritted teeth, to Blanco, after they had walked a safe distance away from Gustavo Rodríguez's office.

"Why not leave the brother, Elijah. He doesn't quite appreciate the job he has been given." Cedro inputted, causing him to earn a cold stare from Blanco.

"Your eyes don't fucking scare me, man. If you do not want this job, you should have fucking stayed at your shithouse of a home and sulked yourself into oblivion. Dumb-ass!"

That was it for Blanco. Cedro's bitter words earned him an unexpected punch to his face. He felt it hard, and would have sized up Blanco with all his might but for Elijah who stepped in to handle the situation. Luckily for them, there were no passer-bys.

"Are you two dumb-asses shitting me right now? Or you are indeed serious?" Elijah paused. At this time, he had sacrificed himself by standing as an obstacle, right in their middle, creating a divide, obviously.

Chapter 62.