[HP] Dark Godfather

"Your grandfather hopes you don't intervene, son, he thinks you will have a better future." Over in the prayer room, Father Edward said in a low voice of disapproval.

Black was silent for a long time, just when the priest thought he was acquiescing, the young man smiled softly, "I am a Black, Father."

The priest sighed, "May the Lord bless you, child, Amen!"

"Amen!" Black bowed his head and shook hands in prayerful response.

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Wearing a hood, Blake put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked out from the small door behind the church. As he expected, he saw a Chevrolet across the street slowly roll up the window.

Blake made an international gesture at the car, opened his mouth to curse "Damn the cop!", and then turned quickly into an alley before the car started, and lost track among a group of tourists.

"You shouldn't be so impulsive, those cops are like mad dogs recently!" Uncle Billy's voice sounded next to his ear, with a suitcase stuffed in his hand, "Your grandfather has arranged a boat, first to Venice, then to China, passport and money in the box, don't come back, boy."

Blake struggled to shake off the box, but Billy's big hands grabbed the collar firmly.

"Listen, little guy, don't be self-willed, don't make me break your legs and mail you to China!"

Blake stopped struggling, long bangs hiding his expression.

"Grandpa will be all right, won't you, Uncle Billy?"

"All human beings are dead, and old Black is still causing trouble for thousands of years!" Uncle Billy let go, straightened Black's collar, and patted Black's face, "Live well, don't even think about coming back."

Blake gripped the case tightly and walked away from Uncle Billy with his head bowed.

That was the last time he saw Uncle Billy alive.

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Just 1 minute before Blake boarded the boat, the boy changed his mind. He still wanted to go back to help his grandfather. Just because he boarded the boat 1 minute late, he was saved from being blown up by the timed explosives, but his back was cut open by the fragments of the bomb. With deep wounds, Blake jumped into the sea to escape.

Obviously, there are traitors.

After escaping, Blake went to find Uncle Billy at the first time, but not far from his home, he saw Uncle Billy's body full of bullet holes.

Blake slipped into the church and found Father Edward with a dagger stuck in his back in the prayer room, whose body had already cooled down.

Trembling, Blake fled to a small alley, and sat down tiredly beside the trash can. He didn't dare to go to his grandfather for fear of seeing the dead bodies of his relatives again.

"Merciful Lord, your servant prays to you sincerely, and bless my grandpa...", the desperate Blake held the silver cross in his hand, and prayed in a low voice over and over until the sky darkened, and then it rained heavily, like a soaked chicken Blake was oblivious to the weather outside, only repeating that little hope in his heart.

He didn't know how long he stayed there until the rain stopped, dawn, until the pain in his wound and the scalding temperature on his head made him think he was going to die, a newspaper from nowhere fell in front of him, and the wind Flipping the newspaper to a page, on it, in the photo, grandpa was lying in a strange and twisted position in a strange place, his eyes were empty looking at the sky, his gray hair rested on the side of the bullet hole in his forehead, blood dripping has dried up.

Blake stared blankly at the newspaper in front of him, the cross pierced deeply into his palm.

"If I have been abandoned by the Lord, why do I still pray?" Blake leaned against the wall behind him in a daze, lowering his head and weeping, "Why do I still pray..." he murmured.

"Sir, are you unwell?" A crisp child's voice sounded.

Blake raised his head in a daze, and a little girl was looking at him with concern, her soft red hair rested on her shoulders, and the big lake green eyes reflected Blake's downcast image—the rain washed away his blood, and now he Like a sick bum.

Blake opened his mouth, but found that his throat was hoarse and unable to speak.

"Lolita, what are you doing? Don't talk to messy people!"

"I'll come, Mom, I'll come!" The girl looked at Black worriedly, "here, may the Lord bless you!" A soft object was stuffed into his palm, and the girl turned and left.

Blake looked down at the candy in his hand and smiled.

When the afternoon sun hit the alley, there was only a bloodstained silver cross left beside the garbage dump.

"Since the Lord does not care for me, let me fall into darkness!"

After his grandfather passed away, Blake finally managed to get to China, where he had a new life, a new study, he always wanted to go back to Italy, and that angelic little girl——Lolita.

That year, he was 25 years old and Lolita was ten years old.

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Three years after his trip to China, he returned to the place where he had left. Looking at the city where everything was changing, Blake decided to start from scratch.He tried to find Lolita to thank her, but he couldn't find it.

That year he was 28 years old and Lolita was 13 years old.

Five years later, Black established the BLACK organization and regained half of his grandfather's territory.

He was 33 years old that year, and because he was too busy, he only thought of Lolita occasionally.

Five years later, Black's BLACK organization regained all of Grandpa's territory, and found out the murderers who participated in the fighting, betrayal, and murder one by one. Black took them to the place where Grandpa, Father Edward, and Uncle Billy died. , Executed them the same way they had treated Black's relatives, and then loaded the bodies of those people on a ship and detonated them.

He was 38 years old at the time and had already had many beautiful lovers, but he no longer remembered Lolita.

After another five years, he controlled most of the gangs in northern Italy, and he was already called the godfather.His lovers are numerous, and the 43-year-old Blake can already make people shudder with a look.

Although he has so many lovers, he has no children of his own. There are many young people with potential who would like to be his adopted son or godson, and some of them have already regarded themselves as candidates for the next godfather. They secretly use their own methods to screen for the godfather Looking at his lover, trying to ensure that he has no legitimate heir rivals, Black turned a blind eye to this, because he didn't care about his descendants.

"Devils don't need blood inheritance, they only need soul bonding!" Black thinks so.

Until one day, he heard a beautiful voice again, and saw a girl with red hair and green eyes entering the restaurant with a handsome young man. He felt that the young man looked familiar.

"Nu, who is he?" Black sat in the high-end restaurant, "I think I've seen him somewhere."

The most capable adopted son bowed his head respectfully and whispered in his ear. "Jeff, the adopted son of Southern Old Jack, is in charge of the Russian meat business. That kid likes red-haired girls. He showed up at Senator Domeric's birthday party. I heard that he and the Senator's son Mike are best friends."

"Hmm... that girl is his new girlfriend?" Blake stroked his chin, feeling a familiar feeling welling up in his heart.

"Do you want me to investigate further?"

"Well, it's not necessary!"

Blake got up to leave, but slowed down as he passed the young lovers, he heard the little boy complimenting the girl: "Lolita, did I ever tell you that your eyes are like emeralds?"

Blake paused, without looking back, and walked out of the restaurant.

"I want that girl!" The moment he got into the car, he whispered to his adopted son, "I want that girl." He repeated in a low voice.

That year, Blake was 43 years old and Lolita was 28 years old.

That year, Blake unified the northern and southern forces in Italy and began to develop multinational companies.

Three years later, Blake held a grand wedding and married Lolita.

In the past three years, Black never found another lover. He announced that he would choose one of all adopted sons and godsons to succeed him. Then a vigorous competition took place within Black, and the result was that Black's dark empire was unprecedented. expansion.

For the next two years, Old Black retired to the background with peace of mind, but no one dared to ignore his influence until Old Black died at the hands of Lolita.