Enzo Di Angelo

Assholes. Stronzi Whatever language you can curse isn't enough for them The vastness of being a billionaire is that mediocres dream of impossible to be reality, and I dream of nothingness due ti having almost everything. But despite being an annihilator of money or wealth, owner of hundreds of most elite bars,resorts and hotels to exist, I haven't met a soul that shaped mine. I own finest men in my world. Even the waiters of my mansion have more skills than a diplomat. Still the void is eating me out. My words are cut off when my driver addresses me "Signore, siamo arrivati a Noir" I arrived at Noir. My newest 7 star hotel. Today was the inauguration. Elite guests were gushing in silks and diamonds. They came to Capo Di Angelo's hotel inauguration after all. After finishing all those dirty flashy opening, champagne and laughter. I walk to the bar area. Face with a cold scowl of a man tired of boring people in life "Make me one. As you see fit." I say as I find my vape from my 4 piece suit "Boulevardier for the gentleman who is in clouds of irritation but has the inner will to raise a storm in world" chirps a soft voice as she serves him she didn't serve alcohol to a body, she served what soul cried for

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She worked for him at his one of a hotel— Noir— as a bartender She felt not only him but his soul