(Love Hurts!) Trapped By Mr. Mobster
When's the pick-up?

Rai Residence

The man was waiting in the middle room, of course he did not want any bad events that repeated on the sister to make her more alert by giving a hidden bodyguard to the girl.

And this time he got information about where and with whom the sister went. Someone who makes her very angry because she knows that person also hurt her sister.

"Where from?" asked the man when the younger brother had just entered the main door.

Louise frowned, her brother's face and faint voice puzzled her, "Why?"

"So where are you?" louis asked once again with a face that looked annoyed at his sister.

Louise was silent, indeed she had to say where and with whom the brother who was currently being very sensitive.

"Where should I say that from?" louise asked frowning and dodging the older sister's question.

"Jawab don't dodge it" said Louis once again.

"I'm not Louis's little boy." he said once more to his older brother and wanted to leave.

"You went with him, didn't you?" louis said as he watched his twin sister go to his room.

Louise stopped, she turned to look at her brother and quietly answered nothing.

"You're not sane anymore?!" asked Louis as he walked closer to his sister.

Louise was still silent, she couldn't tell her she answered anything.

"You want to get married soon but go with another man?!" asked the man who was still staring at the sister with anger and worry.

"I didn't do anything with him!" replied Louise who this time let out her voice.

"none? Sure?" a voice that sounds like insinuation.

Louise clucked, she turned her steps back and wanted to leave.

"Zayn, do you know that what you're doing right now is going to hurt him?" louis asked who made the girl stop her steps.

"I didn't even sleep or do anything that went too far," again the rebuttal that came out of the girl's lips was looking for a justification.

"Okay, then just turn the situation around. If you see a street fiancee with another woman how are you?" ask Louis about the girl.

"You why the hell? I just got home angry!" louise said, not wanting to hear anything.

Perhaps the brother's words and advice to no longer approach the same fire was true but now even the girl did not want to see the truth.

Whether you want or not, want or not. There's no answer to that.

Louise this time accelerated her steps towards the room she had.

......................

Meanwhile the beautiful girl with the doll-like face was eating food that was like cotton and vanished as soon as it entered her mouth and left a sweet taste.

"Uncle?"

Those brown eyes looking at the uncles who had been acting so friendly now seemed silent and creepy.

"Uncle? Where are we going?" bianca asked again while holding the man's hand.

No more answers but the eyes of the man who was held by Bianca looked at her colleagues like he was talking with a view.

"Drink this, you're thirsty right?" his words while giving white water that is given drugs.

Bianca took her, it was true that she felt thirsty.

"Bukain," he said with plain eyes and gave a bottle of drink to the man next to him because he had not been able to open it.

The man opened it, and gave it to the little girl.

Without feeling suspicious and afraid Bianca drinks it until the thirst is gone.

Brown eyes that began to fade quickly, indeed the drug is more sensitive in children.

"Until later wake up if uda sam.." said Bianca who could not continue his sentence and immediately fell asleep.

After the little girl closed in on the four men in the van-shaped car, she started talking.

"Beautiful son, want to be sold or ask for a copy?" ask the man sitting to the right of Bianca.

"Sell, the same eye organ is still good! If anyone wants to adopt for pr*stit*si is also a lot" replied the man sitting next to the driver.

"But it is still too small if you want to be sold to work that way" the driver denied.

"But if the child who grew up from small knows still per*wan or not, Hahaha!" said the man who was on the left side of the little girl while looking at the beautiful face that was like a doll.

"Yes too!" connect the driver with a chuckle.

Initially, the four men brought drugs but because they had noticed the little girl who roamed alone made her want to get more profit from illegal goods brought.

"If you want to ask for a copy, do you know whose child this is? Udah, mending on sale." sahut one of the men and nodding with his other colleagues.

...

Those brown eyes started to open, the floor was dusty and more akin to a very dirty looking ground.

"Hum?" Bianca rubbed her eyes.

This time he woke up in a place that was so foreign and so dirty, like buildings and warehouses that were no longer used.

"Bian's not home yet?" tanya who began to wake up and wake the man who was standing guard at her current place.

There were no four men like the one he saw before him, only one man who fell asleep with alcohol and peanuts beside him.

"Uncle? Uncle? Uncle!" he screamed and surprised the man.

"Haish! Shit!" said the surprised man and immediately pushed the tiny body that woke him up.

"Ouch!" Bianca sat down and fell down.

He stared with a sullen face and was upset because he still knew nothing about his situation.

"How come you haven't come home yet?" her question looked towards the man.

"Whisper! Sleep there again!" the man said to the beautiful looking little girl.

Bianca did not answer but her face stared in annoyance.

The annoyed face slowly disappeared instantly when he saw the gun that was with the man who was keeping watch so that he did not run away.

"Uncle? Uncle likes to play piuw! piw! too?" her question with eyes that seemed interested in the objects she used to see in her mansion was.

The man looked at the girl's eyes staring at the twinkle in the direction of her pistol.

"Hey boy? It's not a toy" he said, looking at the plain-looking little boy who was so interested in his weapons.

The man laughed, do you know what the kids know about guns?

He also gave it, and of course every gun has a key hook that must be set first before use and he was sure the little girl would not know.

"You want to?" ask her who is still chuckling and lend me the gun.

Bianca took it with a bright smiling face, she carried her slightly away and sat down when she found a cleaner place.

Looking at the little girl who regained her composure when getting a new toy made the man go back to eating the pea skin next to her.

"Uncle?" call Bianca for a moment when looking at the gun she is holding.

There was no answer but the man looked towards the child who looked cool playing with his weapon.

"Uncle does not brush your teeth? Uncle's mouth stinks" chirped the honest little girl.

"Fucking kid! If you're not a money field, I've beaten you up!" said the man who slammed his pea skin and stared in annoyance.

"Uncle? Bian piuw's! piw! uncle yah!" bianca said with her innocent smile while pointing the gun's eyes at the man.

The father always told him to never point the gun in his own direction and to go to the opponent.

Because he was too much and often heard it, of course he had memorized.

The man underestimated, he knew the little girl would not know how to use it, he went back to eating his nuts and drinking alcohol.

Bianca smiled, thinking this time the gun was empty as she used to allow her father to hold it.

DOR!!!

The sound of a shot hit right on the shoulder of the man who was watching made him surprised.

Argha!

"Devil's son! Here you are!" he said angrily as he began to walk closer.

DOR!!!

DOR!!!

"Hehe!" Bianca laughed, her small body being pushed when the bullet came out of the gun she was holding shooting at the man approaching her to the ground.

"Hum?" the little girl looked confused.

Why didn't the man wake up and fall asleep?

"Unwake? Play again yuk yuk same Bian?" his words build and invite the man to play piuw! piw! any more.

"It's not right" he said annoyed but the blood of the man who fell face down began to flow.

The girl was no stranger to the thick red liquid that was wavy and fishy because she was used to seeing the father back from there a place covered in blood.

His tiny hands began to make pictures with that pooled blood and played like a regular game beside a corpse.

A bright smile and a beautiful laugh rang out, the little girl drew the dirty floor with her tiny fingers inked with blood from the dead man.

Shortly after, the sound of the door opening the little girl immediately turned her head while her body and fingers were full of blood from the first corpse she had accidentally killed.

The deg!

The three men gasped as soon as they saw her, "What the hell is this?!" said one of the men with a sigh.

The little girl laughed innocently and looked towards the man who came with her.

One of the men checked on his partner, "He's dead."

The others were immediately shocked and looked back at the innocent-looking little boy who did not understand anything.

"Like we took the wrong child, this child of the devil!" said one of the men who was so upset to see a colleague in his bad job was dead.

Plaque!

Bianca immediately staggered, her petite body instantly fell to the floor and she was instantly shocked.

"Sa.sick.." said her who wanted to cry as soon as she got her first blow.

Bugh!

"Dead you, son of the devil!" the man looked so emotional and looked on in annoyance as he began to beat blindly.

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Dachinko Mansion

It is very difficult to trace where her little daughter went missing, but at least she got a bright spot about the bakery that her little daughter had entered.

A place very far from where his adopted son told him to look for his missing sister.

"Sir, I just got a report about a child who wants to be sold and the characteristics." said Nick hanging.

James frowned, "Check who filed it and continue the search in that area!" his orders were moving towards his subordinates that heard about the trade he used to do.

"Don't let any girls be sold under the age of five, and check all the kids that are sent!" his orders when he heard the report given by his subordinates.

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Meanwhile, the sound of crying was no longer heard. The tiny, tiny body was curled up with quite a lot of torn wounds and bruises all over his body.

"The boy's dead?" ask the fellow man who stopped his comrades from continuing to beat up the little girl.

"We told you we were going to sell this kid! Damnit damnit! So lose twice if he dies!" one of the men looked frustrated.

"Still alive, are we selling chopped? Before he died, " said one of the men.

Selling chopped in the sense of selling his organs alone without selling a living whole human being.

While the brown eyes looked very faint, his vision was dark and blurred and felt pain that he had never felt.

Don't get hurt, in the jewer or in the angry little girl never get.

Be ill...

Where's daddy?

Get Bian...

Brother too...

He said he was coming back...

His uncle is evil...