(Love Hurts!) Trapped By Mr. Mobster
Kill my happiness

Rome, Italy

The beautiful woman now takes her camera, starting an old hobby that she has developed.

"The results are good," Clara smiled as she shifted the image captured on her camera.

His smile slowly faded and smiled blankly, "I don't have a photo of him..."

Yes, although he previously had her but he erased her and now he starts to regret his actions a little.

"Oh my goodness Cla! Why the hell do you still think of him!" decak her while opening her shirt and move to the bathroom.

The woman didn't find out anything about her ex-husband, even her ex-husband's twin brother who had been her friend also did not find out at all because he wanted to completely forget the man who had hurt her and start a new life.

His phone rang right after he finished cleaning himself.

He stared for a moment, there were indeed acquaintances who had the same hobby and also made the hobby as a job.

"It's okay..."

"He's a good guy, right?" his mutterings were starting to try to accept the other man who came at his.

His mind thought of the man who contacted him at this time, some words just flowed out to bring into small talk to make the dimpled woman laugh.

However, he heard one of the jokes he had heard. Stiff jokes for searching the internet.

"Cla? Are you still there?" said the caller to the silent woman.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm here."

"Mike's? I think I have something to do now, I'll call you later." said the man who immediately hung up the phone.

He took a deep breath, his body was not even dressed and was still wearing a towel coat after he had taken a shower just now.

Some more!

He thought of his ex-husband who br*ngsek for ruining his life.

"I hate him, but I think I miss him, too."

Dachinko Mansion.

Several days had passed, everything felt slow and every corner and wall of the magnificent mansion gave its own memories.

His eyes could not describe anything, the things he wanted had been achieved but why was he still not happy at all?

His eyes leaned blankly on what was in front of him, he was silent with a thousand of his languages.

His steps turned round to the chair where he worked as usual.

Nah!

The man turned to look at the ring he had bought from the beginning but never given at all.

The deg!

He recalled, the girl once asked about the ring in front of her and thought if the beautiful jewelry was not for her.

Then what did he do?

Letting her get hurt over a misunderstanding she doesn't even want to get right.

Are you happy now?

Make me like this?

Is this your happiness?

The man was silent, his voice again choking in his throat, once again the overflow in his chest made him unable to breathe.

"happy?" his mutter recollected how the girl looked as she asked him.

Glass beads back stored in his eyes, he did feel a lot of loss of someone he loved but why is his heart now feeling so hurt?

The eyelids with thick eyelashes closed for a moment, the clear circles fell when he closed his eyes for a moment.

"Blog!" the man clucked while shuffling his fine hair.

He could not understand why the liquid in his eyes could not be stopped when he remembered the girl.

I love you...

Do you love me, too?

No

The girl's voice again gnashed on her head, her chest getting crowded making her unable to draw air.

"I love you..."

"I never said it," he muttered softly in a hoarse voice

One sentence he had never spoken through his lips for the beautiful girl.

Her pain was so different when her first love betrayed her, she was hurt but had no regrets.

You right, I never get my happiness...

Cause it took a long time til' I realized that you're my happiness...

James was silent a thousand languages, he could not say anything on his lips, any remembering the girl's chest continued to feel pain.

The pain did not even go away when he took the medicine given to him.

James's?

Can you cry? I thought you could just give that stiff face away?

The deg!

The man gasped, the chaotic thoughts pressing on his brain giving rise to the illusions he saw.

"Louise?" his murmured softly with an enlarged iris staring at the smiling girl in his direction.

The hand that had a long, wiggy fingers felt like it was gently touching her facial skin and wiping her tears.

"I love you, don't leave me." she said softly as she stared at the illusion behind her iris.

The smiling beautiful face looked at her with injured eyes, eyes that told her everything she had felt all along.

The man's hand approached, trying to grab the fingers that seemed to be on his face.

The deg!

Like waking from a dream that never sleeps, the shadow of the girl disappears. The illusion he wanted did not come again.

Time could no longer be replayed, there was only one word at the moment that he could utter.

Suppose that...

Had it been, he did not insist on taking what he wanted to protect the girl.

If only he had accepted the girl's agreement to stay with him, he might not have lost anything.

The man did not understand but the wall in his heart that he had built slowly collapsed, and only told of an untouchable void.

*This is what you want, isn't it?

Stop*...

The man was aghast, although the speech he did not hear directly but he could read from the corner of the lips and also the girl's gaze was now increasingly clear in his ears.

"I don't want this,"

"I'm..."

"I want you..."

Even if he said a thousand times a statement if he had the same feeling now no one heard him.

Ignoring the pain that is so visible in the bright eyes that it consumes all the light in his possession.

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

JBS Hospitals.

Zayn stared at Louis who looked so uninspired and so gloomy.

"Why don't you try to do anything? He's the one who made Louise up to this, right?" ask her in wonder.

Honestly, he also tried to penetrate the security system of the man who had hurt the girl he loved, trying to find a way to make the man hurt.

"Do what?" The chaotic-looking Louis stared with frowning eyes, "She love him!"

The deg!

Zayn gasped, he could not say anything because he also knew that the girl loved the man who had dumped her.

"If I do anything, are you sure Louise wants it?" asked Louis who was anxious how his sister brushed off his hand so as not to shoot James.

He also remembered how the girl begged him not to do anything and said he loved the man.

"If you ask me what I want, I want him dead! I don't think death is enough either!" a hand that clenched firmly and a gaze that was so hateful.

"But you can't because you're afraid Louise's getting hurt? You're trying to honor her wishes?" A guess on target.

"Hm," Louis flicked his lips in annoyance as he tried to honor his sister's choice.

"I'm planning to transfer Louise to a hospital in Canada after getting her blood" Louis said in a statement to lower his emotions and upset the man who hurt his sister.

"Canada?" Zayn repeated the question.

JBS does have several branches of hospitals in several countries one of Canada, and the father built a branch in the country only because his mother had tried to escape and go in the country.

"Hm, can you take care of her?" indeed he wanted to take his younger brother away from his current place.

And if the sister does survive she wants the girl to live with the man who loves her instead of the man she loves.

"The hospital in Canada I'm going to give it to you, you know how to manage it too, right?" asked Louis who seemed to just give someone a regular shirt.

"No need, I'll go there if you move Louise there" she said.

Louis took his breath, as a fellow man he knew his little best friend had liked his little sister a long time ago.

"I hope the blood will be quick." murmured Louis, who took a deep breath, remembering that every second was precious to his sister's survival.

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

Dachinko Mansion.

The man was silent for a moment, ever since he heard the sound of the cry of his tiny baby, the daughter he got from his girl.

"Why does she keep crying?"

The servants gasped as soon as they heard their master's voice, "We will bathe the master" said one of the servants.

The tiny baby cry stopped and stared with her round eyes as she came.

"Give it to me, she'll take a bath with me." said the man who took the little princess.

Although only this time taking care of the child but he can do it, he, many things that he has gone through certainly make him know how and what to do with his tiny baby.

Abubu's...

The stocky body was writhing in his sling, the adorable face was staring at him to the point of making his smile slowly rise as he forgot for a moment about his sadness.

The wall full of black ceramics made the atmosphere dark and the little princess laughed while looking at her father.

James smiled as he held with one hand at his little daughter.

The deg!

He flinched, his smile slowly fading and looked at the squirming little girl with a gaze that seemed to see someone else.

He laughs like you...

Some more!

The shadow of the girl again danced on her head, her chest again hurt and made her confined to the same place so that she was difficult to breathe.

There was no more smile on that handsome face, just a gaze that yearned for someone who had gone away from her.

"I don't think he's ever seen you laugh." he muttered softly with a voice stuck in his throat.

Now that even seeing her flesh and blood just starting to feel hard for her, the adorable little princess made her recall the memory piece that her girl left behind.

"Sorry, I made your mom leave us..."

...

The job is neglected because James before him was unconscious and now looks to lose his focus.

"Master?"

James turned his head, looking towards Nick who called out to him.

He did not answer and looked at his subordinates, "Are you going to keep doing it? I mean JBS? They wake up again now." asked Nick softly with the answer that will be given by his master.

"Do I have to stop?" ask James lirih.

The usually flat sharpener now looks increasingly lost its expression.

"I hope you think about it well" Nick told his master.

James smiled bitterly at her, he could not stop his ambition even though the girl asked him a thousand times.

And now? No one asked her to stop but the alarm within her stopped her.

"Nick's? If I used to be more honest about how I felt, would they be mad at me?" ask her lirih.

The clear sky with a warm afternoon on the skin made the man look towards the blue sky with some white clouds covered.

Nick was silent for a moment, he knew who the 'they' were talking about his master, the very reclusive master of his family talk was now asking him.

"If they do love you, I think what they want is your happiness" Nick replied to his master.

He hated anyone who hurt his master, but he could not hate that girl, in addition to his personal feelings he also knew the girl had never hurt his master except in terms of blood relations because she was the daughter of the destroyer of life the master whom he greatly respected.

"He was wrong because he had the same blood as the man who killed my family, but..."

"He never did anything." he said softly.

Girls who don't know anything about what their fathers do must share the same resentment.

"I was afraid that they would be angry with me for loving the daughter of the one who made them die" she said.

The deg!

Once again Nick was surprised to see his master who looked so disoriented, even the weak side he had never seen as long as he followed his master was now visible.

"I'm sure they won't get angry, maybe what they want from the master is not revenge but the happiness of the master?" ask her lirih.

"Happy? Can I get her?"

"My happiness.." she said softly.

He realizes if he kills the soul of the girl he loves every day but he doesn't want to see her, ignoring her until now becomes the boomerang that comes on his.

And it took quite a long time until he really knew if his happiness now no longer lies in how successfully he reciprocated the actions of all those who hurt his family, but it had slowly moved when the girl was present.

Because I killed him...

My happiness...