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I'm your prisoner.

"What's your name and what's your group's name?" The young man was already sitting in front of the chair where Jasmine was already tied up there. Before the drama of the binding of his hands and feet. Jasmine still asked for time to take off her shoes and took her foot lightly because of the pain caused by the sprain earlier.

"Are you asking me to meet?" Jasmine smiled at the smile.

"Curtain! It's not important to meet you." The young man's.

"Your mobile?" The man raised his hand asking Jasmine to take out his smart phone.

"I didn't bring it, just try the check." Jasmine said honestly, she had brought absolutely nothing but her body and her two revolver pistols.

"Hmmm...." The young man approached Jasmine, thought a little and sat her body back in the brown chair.

"What's your name?" Ask again.

"It is not impolite to get someone acquainted without shaking hands." Jasmine was still twitching still with a smile.

"alright...If you want to play with me." The man began to stand walking towards Jasmine and crouched down equalizing his body with Jasmine. His eyes looked flat."I'll make you say your name many times if you're still tickling." His hands have now unbuttoned Jasmine's shirt one by one.

"What do you want to do, hey......" Jasmine tried to rebel, moving her body as much as she could."Quiet down!" The young man shouted. Gripped both of Jasmine's shoulders.

But the commotion made by Jasmine and the young man made the bodyguards guarding behind the door quickly open the door and his eyes were shocked to see what their young master was doing.

"Get out...!" The young man shouted without seeing who his bodyguard had been that had disturbed his lust concentration.

"Don't touch me." Jasmine was still clamoring as the young man had finished taking off all the buttons of the shirt and only left behind a piece of cloth wrapped around Jasmine's body which still left the fat of the rest of her pregnancy. That makes Jasmine's body look sexy.

"Tell me your name and the name of your group, so I don't have to do this?" The young man's face still left a flash of passion and still looked cold.

"Jasmine.... Brandles Wolfgang." Jasmine let out a long sigh, This would really be a long battle if this young man in front of her was going to start a war drum.

A smile adorned the face of the young man who was now standing, took a sophisticated flat object from his jeans pocket and was seen contacting someone. He looked at Jasmine. After closing his short conversation, the young man now sat on the brown chair earlier and crossed his legs.

"Do you not want to button my shirt again, I can freeze to death here or die of dengue fever." Undenied location far from the residential area and located around the plantation that looks like a small forest makes a lot of mosquitoes fly to and fro looking for free blood that is still fresh.

"You're so chatty and you want so much." The man stood up and leaned back together the buttons of Jasmine's clothes that he had taken off earlier. His eyes fused with Jasmine's eyes observing him up close.

"What do you see!" Finished buttoning the man's Jasmine shirt back into his seat.

"You're young and handsome, why not just find a lover or become a rich young CEO in the company. Why choose to be a drug mafia." Jasmine was still unmoved looking at the young man's face in front of her.

"It's none of your business!"

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Raka half ran while occasionally her body turned around observing the surroundings. He threw his body behind the wheel of the car and stared at Jasmine's phone and wallet.

"You're so careless brother." Raka hit the steering wheel while rubbing her face rough. His breath is still hunting.

"Where's your brother?" Kamto's father's voice surprised Raka who was still pensive thinking about the condition of her brother who was around the location of the drug kingpin.

"Huh... sister?" Raka's face still looked confused.

"Where is your sister?" Ask Kamto's father back.

"Sister was left behind, he fell down and told me to leave." Obviously Raka did not dare to look at the look on his father's face.

"Stupid, and you think your brother?"

Raka did not dare to answer. "Your sister's a reckless and stubborn woman, but I'm sure she's a strong woman." Kamto's father muttered to himself.

"What if something happens to your sister, Dad?" Raka was really worried about her brother's condition.

"Believe your brother, he'll know any risks if he's back on the paternity team." Kamto's father can't blame Raka but he can't cover that he's also worried about his daughter.

"But yeah, I've given birth twice. Brother's body isn't as strong as it was when he was a girl." Obviously Raka.

"Let's get out of here, before their group catches us." Kamto put up the seat belt and was nodded by Raka. "Tomorrow we'll be here looking for your brother again, but we'd better get to headquarters first." Further.

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Half an hour already Jasmine was still speechlessly cornered, she could still hear the person who was in effect trespassing into the old house.

Silent moment....

Now Jasmine's eyes were directed at the young man who was playing the flat object while smiling to himself.

"Basic crazy!" Jasmine grumbled to herself.

"What did you say?" It turned out that the young man's ears were still functioning well.

"Crazy...." Reply Jasmine indifferently.

"Hahaha, since when did your group ask me?" Ask a 28-year-old drug kingpin whose good looks outweigh Jasmine's ex-husband.

"Secret..."

"It's a shame your efforts failed, haven't even touched me yet."

"Just try to make it, you must be dead in my hands."

"Emmm..... Jasmine Adriana, daughter of the head Brandles Wolfgang." His hand tapped on the handle of the chair and grinned with a smile.

"That's my name, you already know who I am and my family. Nice one!" Jasmine doesn't budge. "Why don't you just kill me." Further.

"Why? You want to run from reality."

"Never touch my two children or my family." Jasmine's intonation began to weigh in, she remembered how Prince was now. Doesn't he fuss, can Amanda take care of him. Jasmine's thoughts ran into his flesh blood.

"Unfortunately, you are willing to leave your children to catch me. Isn't that unfair or are you just making this excuse to run from your ex-husband?" It was obvious that the young man knew the information about Jasmine, as he had asked someone to look for the identity of the woman he was holding now.

Jasmine stared fixedly at the man, her body already out of sync with her current state, further making her soul and body ache tremendously.

"Don't touch my children." Jasmine's last warning before she lowered her head held back a puddle of tears ready to slide without excuse.

POV young male.

"Hm... Melt information about the woman named Jasmine from Brandles Wolfgang's group. As soon as I wait." a short and threatening phone call.

"i don't know why there's a woman on my mission to capture me."

Half an hour he waited and a notification emerged from his man.

"Jasmine Adriana, daughter of Kamto... Head of the spy group Brandles Wolfgang, one of the groups that hunt down the drug mafia and illegal weapons. They are working with state intelligence and the group is official. They got their weapons from the state intelligence. She has two children and was divorced from her husband while pregnant with her second child because her husband was two." A message capable of making the young man offend was a smile that was hard to decipher.

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"If I touch your kids, what can you do, shoot me." The young man laughed mockingly.

"Emmm.....Yes I could have shot you with my love." The silly answer that escaped Jasmine's mouth made a young man named Bryan Imanuel Nicolas round his eyes.

"You're a chatty mom and she wants a lot!" his screeches.

"You said I was a mom, hahaha." Jasmine laughed amusedly at the making. It is a reality if she is a mother.

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