The Devil Saint

“TARGET at one o’clock,” the man said on the other line.“Copy.”Seth walks towards his target, who is currently waiting for its order, as the man had told him. He sits on the empty seat in front of his target without asking for permission.“Che coincidenza vederti qui, Don Basco! (What a coincidence to see you here, Don Basco!)” Seth greeted with a warm smile.Don Basco looks in the direction of Seth. “Oh! Ho voglia di vederti qui. Cosa fa qui il cagnolino di Vincenzo? (Oh! Fancy to see you here. What does Vincenzo’s lapdog do here?)” He responded with an insulting tone of voice.Seth did not immediately respond to Don Basco's question as he turned his attention to the waitress who was about to serve Don Basco's order.“Ecco il tuo caffè, signore (Here’s your coffee, Sir),” said the waitress as she carefully placed the hot coffee on the table.“Grazie (Thank you),” Don Basco thanked the waitress and winked at her. The waitress immediately looks away from him, but when her gaze meets

ROME, ITALYThe loud banging of church bells woke Seth up. He inhaled deeply before rising to his bed. He walked towards the window, which automatically opens when he gets close to it and allows him to see the beautiful city slowly being covered by the sun's rays as they rise. He stood there watching it in silence, thinking about what would happen later.Seth didn't waste any time preparing for a battle he had to face. In front of the mirror, he adjusts his black tie, which complements his dark navy long sleeves and emphasizes his well-defined figure. Seth Corpuz, consigliere of the Corpuz Famiglia—a legal adviser or counselor to the boss of an Italian mafia.When Seth had finished checking his appearance, he grabbed his suit and walked out of his hotel room. All woman's eyes were following Seth's every step as he walked into the lobby with elegance and a dashing look, but he didn't bother to notice them and kept walking until he got out of the hotel. When he finally gets out, a black