Wild Men Series #32: Maverick Niccolo Morelli

2015, Borgo del Castello, Italy The cloud of dust billowed into the air as the race finished. The crowd was yelling and trodding each other as they ran towards the finish line.Some of them stayed on their spot, shaded themselves with their hands from the glaring sun and mostly men, removed their tops to cool themselves as the weather was too hot but it didn't stop them to come and witness the event. It was the last pair of ten racers for that day. The rule was two drivers will race, the winner will be paired again to the next contender until the last driver. Who wins during the last pair to race will be declared as the winner. Drag racing was a usual event in the area every other weekend. One of the favorite hang outs of those from well-off and powerful families. The place was owned by the billionaire and CEO of the La Velocita, the number one manufacturer and producer of fast cars in Italy and other European countries. Maverick Niccolo Morelli is the one. Isa sa kinagigiliwan niy

"Ninong!" Maverick said in response to a person who just barged into the room. Pero hindi siya natinag sa pagkakahiga sa sofa where he was left by those women who take to pleasure him earlier. He was holding his length na mamasa-masa pa, stiff and erect pointing to the ceiling. Haplos-haplos niya ito nang pataas at pababa as he looked at the person standing just by the door. He smirked. He knows the reason why he suddenly came. He received the info and he has plans but was hindered by what Bridgette did. Kaya inuna na muna niya ang magpakasasa sa mga babae to vent his annoyance. The man was in his early sixties, standing five-eight tall. He has a fair complexion at may alon-alon na buhok which is naturally golden brown which shows he is a mixed race. At his age and sa tikas ng kaniyang pangangatawan, he is often mistaken as Maverick's brother. Women often describe him as a beef-cake and stud which made them drool for him and crave to get his attention para matikman ang kaniyang kaman

The double doors of the luxurious hotel ballroom opened as he was welcomed by the silent chatters and serene instrumental music in the background. Maverick stood on his stance as he roamed his stares around the hall. He sneered. For him, parties are a form of hypocrisy. Rich and famous just wanted to flaunt what they’ve got. “Boss, the woman was at nine o’clock on your right. She was wearing a long red gown, talking to a couple.” Maverick heard Diego from his earpiece. They were eyeing Mark Uttenberg’s wife for a certain reason that could help them find a clever and easy way to find him. He knows that Uttenberg was a savvy veteran in terms of technology preferably in software. They have to be quick before he can intercept their communication and he locates them. He doesn’t know much about Mark Uttenberg’s wife and never met her even once aside from he saw her on television guestings. “She is the only daughter of the business magnate, Arndt Ziegler. Married to Uttenberg for five year

"Speak!"Maverick commanded briefly as he stared intensely at Uttenberg, who was sitting on a wooden chair a few meters away from him. Uttenberg remained in silence. He was thinking about his family. He was still shocked at how his wife abandoned him easily without even giving him a chance to explain his side. "Your wife has abandoned you, Uttenberg. For you to stay alive, you better cooperate with us," Brando said. Maverick, on the other hand, was leaning against his seat. Fingers circling the wine glass on the small table on his side. A vexatious grin played on his face. Alam niyang wala sa tamang isip nito si Uttenberg. Hindi nito inaasahan na gano'n lamang siya kabilis iabandona ng asawa. That she chooses wealth over him. Isa sa mga reyalidad na nagpapangit sa imahe ng mundo. Greed, money, and power, mga dahilan kung bakit halos puno ng kasamaan ang mundo. He knows, he wasn't an exception pero saan nga ba nag-ugat kung ano siya sa ngayon? At the age of nine, alam niyang dahil s

"Gabrielle. . ."Gabrielle wiped her tears heedlessly when she heard the familiar voice. Her mother's voice.She took a deep breath before she decided to get up and face her mother. "Mom?" mahinang wika niya nang malingunan ito sa pintuan ng kan'yang maliit na gym. "Are you okay, dear?" tugon nitong tinatanong kung okay lang siya.She's Miranda Sandoval. A sophisticated woman in her fifties. Hindi ito kinababakasan ng pagtanda. Napalunok si Gabrielle bago sinagot ang ina habang papalapit siya dito. "I'm fine, mom!" she answered, smiling. She was trying to be cheerful and not to make her mother worried. "Are you sure?" muling wika ng ginang at lumapit sa kanya para makipag-beso. "Of course, mom! Ako pa ba?" tugon ni Gabrielle at umakbay sa ina. Magkaagapay nilang tinungo ang sala at naupo doon. "But mom, what makes you come here? Biglaan yata?" "Bakit masama bang dalawin ang nag-iisa kong prinsesa?" birong tugon ng ginang. "Hindi syempre pero madalas kasi tumatawag ka muna at