BADGIRL BELOVED SON OF MAFIA
21/Carlista, Marvel, Raskal?

Carlista blinked both eyes, and looked at the ceiling of his room for a moment. It's a Sunday. And he will spend his Sunday with the activities he used to do on Sundays. It will start with all the sports.

Carlista bangit and change position to sit on the edge of the mattress. Collecting lives for a moment and rising towards the bathroom. About 10 minutes to complete the morning routine, which is to fulfill the call of nature. He walked to the wardrobe and shifted the glass cupboard.

Grab some pieces of clothing in the form of white jogger pants, white crop tanktop, and a special jacket sport black. Not to forget he took a special converse shoes for sports because he would jog around the complex of the mansion.

After he changed the costume into a sports suit, he grabbed a black hair tie to tie the brown and blue hair at the end of it. Out of the room and down the stairs to the dining table. Pulling up a chair and landing his ass there.

Opening the glass cover then grabbing some of her favorite ripped bread and blueberry jam. However, when he opened the lid of the jam, he saw if his favorite jam was exhausted. And all that's left is strawberry jam and chocolate. Where those two flavors are the ones he doesn't like.

Not dislike. More precisely not so.

Carlista grunts. "Kok abis anyway?! I want breakfast. My favorite jam is even an abs,"

Grabbing a jam knife then grabbing a jar of strawberry jam. Unscrew the jam and take the jam, apply it on some of the bread available on the plate. Stacking it into one then devouring it and depleting it quickly.

Grab a box of white milk and pour it on a glass and grab it to drink the milk. However, Carlista's hand was first prevented by the owner of the white hand. Carlista flinched and glanced at the owner of the hand perched on his wrist.

"Sorry, Non. B-but-the milk that Non would drink it-u-has expired. Don't drink, Non,"

It turned out that the one preventing his wrist was one of the maids in the Hilson-Bi Elis mansion. Maid has been working since Carlista was 2 years old.

"Kadaluarsa?" parrots Carlista. "Now aren't you thrown away, Bi? I almost had a drink earlier," he continued, putting a glass filled with milk.

"M-sorry, Non. Aunty forgot," Bi Elis said a little nervously.

Grab the glass and a box of milk from the table, then walk to the sink and throw all the contents of the milk into the sink.

"Auntie makes new milk, yes, Non" said Bi Elis as she grabbed the milk powder box and opened the can.

"No need, Bi. I drink only water. Anyway, I also want to jog," stop Carlista and just leave the dining room.

Bi Elis only breathed a sigh of relief while holding onto her chest.

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Out of nowhere, a Carlista wants out for a jog. In fact, he is a lazy girl doing activities outside the home. Hot said. But it is still morning. So the morning sun is very good for our health.

And for a girl like Carlista, she's not used to jogging or running in the morning. And for people who are not accustomed to running in the morning, or not routinely doing sports, our bodies will feel sore until the next few days.

In contrast to someone who routinely performs sports. Once he does not exercise, there will be less. Or even, it will feel sore because of lack of muscle stretching. That said.

Only halfway through, Carlista's body already felt sore and limp. This is the effect for people who rarely exercise, like himself. He only works out when there are sports lessons. For the rest, he did not do this activity. In fact, very bodygoals, Carlista that.

Carlista sat on the edge of the sidewalk, slipping his legs open wide enough. "Huuft, tired."

"Not one around is tired,"

The hoarse baritone voice appeared behind Carlista's body. The owner looked up when there was a gentle swipe from the top of his head. "The world is narrow well, we meet again, Carlista," she said with her sweetest smile.

Just contact it, Carlista clucked and immediately rose from his sitting position to stand up. And a little dodge by keeping a distance of at least 2 meters from the owner of the handsome face.

"How are you, Carl? I haven't seen you in a long time" said the black hoodie.

"Well what are you here?" hiss Carlista with his sharp eyes.

The man behind the black hoodie smiled faintly. "You see you, Carl. I miss you very much, "he said gently as he walked to get to Carlista.

However, Carlista slowly retreated by remaining vigilant with the movements of the man in front of him at this moment. If that night he faced the men who were sent by him. Now, he was directly dealing with their 'Boss.

Yes, the man wearing the black hoodie was Raskal Mateeno. The man who once sent his men to take Carlista forcibly just to make Carlista his girlfriend. I don't know what the purpose was to make Carlista his. Clearly, Carlista doesn't know it yet.

And, why must she? He and Marvel are almost as crazy. The difference is, if Marvel always appears and bothers him wherever he is. But Raskal, he just showed himself again after the full moon did not meet.

Raskal relies on his men to capture Carlista. Ck, cement. Unlike Marvel who came and blatantly claimed herself as her lover. Although it seems crazy.

"Unfortunately-gue never miss the same lo" said Carlista calmly, but with an ever-vigilant look.

Raskal smiled obliquely and then licked his lower lip with a lustful look. "Lo's getting pretty and sexy, Carl. What if we play around first, hm?" she said with a slightly seductive tone.

"Stop! I said stop! Back off or I'll hurt you!!" hiss Carlista with both hands clenched perfectly.

Raskal showed his smile. Keep walking towards Carlista with a difficult gaze to interpret. Carlista suddenly retreated his steps little by little with both eyes constantly glancing around. Afraid that he would be surrounded like that night.

"It hurts me, Carl. Let's hit me. I'll accept it and I'll be happier if your hands touch my body" Raskal said in a raspy baritone voice.

"BASIC RASCAL BASTARD!! I SAID BACK OFF!!"

BUGH!

BRUKE!

"How dare it be just the same girl. My opponent. And don't ever bother my girl again, motherfucker!"

BUGH!

her lips.

Raskal chuckles cynically. "It turns out you're faster than I thought, Marvel,"

Marvel smiled in anguish. "I've said no, if I'm going to have Carlista. Even long before you knew him," he used to.

Raskal clenched his hands together and stared hard at the man who was right in front of Carlista. Marvel is protecting her favorite girl. While Marvel only looked flat at the man in the black hoodie.

"Marvels... Marvel is a famous American Mafia boy. It turns out to have an obsession to have a Carlista. Ck, obviously Carlista always refuses and does not want to be your girlfriend," said Raskal with a dismissive tone.

"It's not an obsession. And I do love Carlista," said Marvel a little sizzling.

Raskal took a few steps forward with the same Marvel going forward a few steps until their two sharp eyes met each other and sharpened even more. It is seen if both of them hold a grudge against each other.

"Lo doesn't love him. But it's just your obsession as a Mafia boy" Raskal said sharply.

Both Marvel's hands clenched firmly. And the sharper the view of this one bastard man. "Love and obsession are different. If you love him, you should take care of him. Not to tell your men to kidnap and force him in front of you," he hissed with sharp teeth.

"And I warn you again just never bother my girl again. If you don't want to deal with me," Marvel continued with a sharp hiss.

Raskal smiled smirk while eroding the distance between the two. And they were really like two mortal enemies reunited in a boxing ring. Carlista alone saw it a little horrified.

Carlista's intention went out for jogging. He was actually stuck in trouble and faced directly with two men who both wanted him. He could only be silent while hugging the electricity pole not far from the existence of the two men.

"Having my cake saucy face, it turns out to make me have trouble with two handsome guys at once," Carlista snorted softly.

"Gue just accidentally met Carlista. I miss him. Just want to see up close, how beautiful he is now," said Raskal with a thin grin, and it was able to make Marvel provoked emotions.

Marvel's two hands quickly grabbed onto Raskal's hoodie collar tightly. The glint of fury drawn from Marvel's two eyes shows how much he hates the man right in front of him right now. Not to mention the breath that hunts.

Remind Marvel not to kill him first. Because this handsome guy who is in the middle of Marvel's grip is a dangerous man for Carlista. Wh why? Because he was not willing if his girl was touched by a bastard like the man in front of her.

"Gue perematin once again the same lo, do not ever show the face of the bastard lo it in front of Carlista or me. Carlista is now mine. And him, just for me. Not a bastard guy like you," Marvel remembers with chipped teeth.

"Casual bro. Carlista is not entirely your property. So, I still have the same chance to have it," Raskal said sounding relaxed, but Marvel could catch there's a hidden intent to each of his sayings.

"MANY BACOT LO!"

BUGH!

Marvel quickly hit Raskal right in the stomach. But the grip of his hand did not move from the collar of the hoodie that Raskal was wearing at this time. So that the owner was restrained because of the pain he felt right in his stomach.

"Damn lo!" raskal Ogat.

BUGH!

****!

"OMJ! Marvel!" the screeches came from Carlista who accidentally seemed to worry about Marvel.

Marvel's jaw hit the bogeman of Raskal pretty hard. So that the clutches of his hands slipped from the collar of Raskal's hoodie to wipe the blood at the corner of his lips. Looking back and smiling thinly. "I'm not papa, Carl," he said softly.

"Ck, the corner of his lips is bad, he said no papa?!" carlista murmured with facial features mixed between confused and worried.

Raskal's hand was about to throw his punch back on Marvel's face, but Marvel's hand had already parried him and a second later, Raskal's body fell down with Marvel's bogeman.

BUGH!

BRUKE!

Marvel crouched down while clutching tightly onto Raskal's hoodie collar. Staring sharply at the owner of the hoodie with a fire of anger that is increasing. "Gue persematin again the same lo. Never show up and bother Carlista. And your opponent right now is not me. But wait for the date of the play," he hissed with sharp teeth.

Marvel threw Raskal's body in any direction. He did it like he was throwing away a kitten. The power of Marvel is beyond doubt. He got up and walked towards Carlista who was quite stiff while hugging the power pole.

Carlista's behavior that seems absurd is what makes the fire in the eyes and chest of Marvel seemed to disappear just like that. Especially looking at the expression of Carlista who was like a plain child who knew nothing. It makes her look adorable.

"What?" that stupid question just slipped out of Carlista's mouth. Along with him who opened his eyes twice.

Marvel smelled his gel smile. It was like he was showering the girl with jittery kisses all over her innocent face. "Funny," he murmured in an anxious tone.

"Yuk" asked Marvel.

Carlista paused for a moment to think. "Wouldn't.

I want to go home-Marvel! Get me down!!"

Marvel who has not received approval from Carlista just cradled his girl like a sack of rice. Take him anywhere, the important thing is not to meet Raskal again.

Ck, that sucks.

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