Mafia Revenge
Chapter 11 New World 4
"Dear, are you busy? I want to take you to relax for a moment."
"I'm not busy, how about this weekend?" Belle looked at her schedule, there was free time to rest on Saturdays and Sundays.
"Alright, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. See you beb's. " Alech hung up.
Belle and Alech often met at the cafe, where they first met, just for lunch together. Billy also ate with them.
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As usual, Alech picked up on time. This time Alech brought his car.
"Hey baby, are we leaving now?"
"Yep, let's take a vacation ... I really need a vacation, too much work isn't good for my health either." Belle pouted like a child.
"Haha ... Let's spend time like the tourists who vacation in London."
"Woe ... It will be fun!" Belle excitement.
They stop at Hyde Park, shady trees, cherry blossoms that have started blooming and the ground covered in green grass, adding to the cool atmosphere, a gentle wind blew away some long black hair from Belle.
"Finally after a long time I was just confined in the room, now I can feel the free air. Sounds like a prisoner, right?"
"Haha... I feel the same way." Alech suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" ask Belle.
"nothing. I feel a little tingling in my legs." Alech tried to find an excuse.
"Then we can sit here first." Belle sat on the park bench and pulled Alech to take a seat.
Alech realized that someone was following them earlier. The same people when they were together. Starting from the cafe near the office to today.
Alech deftly pressed down on his watch, sending a sign to his subordinates. It was too dangerous for Alech to chase after that person and leave Belle alone. Moreover, Belle does not know who she really is.
Alech looked at Belle who was closing her eyes and enjoying the soft blowing wind. He wondered why so many enemies were after his girlfriend, had he been all right? Or all this time he could handle the people who wanted to kill him? Alech's mind was muddled by Belle.
"Relvin ... Love ... Hello ..." Belle called out to the dreamy Alech.
"Ah sorry, I was thinking of something."
"Are you okay?"
"Yes I'm fine, let's go again, there's a cafe that sells the famous delicious bread."
"Let's go there!" Belle is excited when Alech talks about food, because Belle knows whatever Alech recommends is delicious.
Alech, who was enjoying bread and a glass of tea with Belle, suddenly rang his phone.
"I'll pick up the phone for a second."
Belle answered only with a nod, as her mouth was full of bread.
"Boss, the man who followed you we've secured, he won't tell you anything."
"So he's fine, let that be my job later. Temporarily secure the surroundings, do not let your guard down."
"Good boss."
After Alech received a call from his men, he returned to the table where Belle was still greedy eating bread.
"Is there a problem?"
"Yes, a little bit. Client asked for the 3D results I made to send tonight."
"Are you done?"
"Then let's go home, you have to finish the order. We can go for another walk tomorrow."
"Are you okay? We just came out for a while and I didn't expect the deadline to speed up either."
"It's ok Alech. There's still tomorrow."
"I'm so sorry beb..."
"Come on Alech, I'm fine, I'll also do my unfinished work. So we break even, we both do our jobs." Belle clasped Alech's hand.
On the way home, they were immersed in each other's thoughts. Alech thought of the man whose men had caught him. While Belle thought there was something strange about Alech. Belle is not an innocent and insensitive woman, she is a genius woman in some ways.
Soon they arrived in front of Belle's apartment, Alech gently kissing Belle's forehead.
"See you beb, take care of yourself."
"See you ..." Belle got out of Alech's car and waved, then she walked into her apartment.
Alech sped away at full speed. It didn't take long, he arrived at an old abandoned warehouse.
"Boss, you've come."
"Where's the guy?"
"There's in the boss, he just wants to talk to you."
The man in black, about 35 years old, was sitting in a chair. His calm face looked at Alech fearlessly.
"You've been following that woman for months, haven't you? What's your purpose?"
"I'm just running errands" replied the man casually.
"Who told you to?"
"Dad Isabella, Mr. Jakob."
"For what?"
"If you want more answers, you can call Mr. Jakob."
Without asking much, Alech picked up his phone, he dialed Mr. Jakob's phone number.
"Your men were caught by me, Mr. Jakob."
"Oh really? He's not good at hiding apparently, I'll pull him home and teach him even tighter."
"Wouldn't it be better for someone like him to be killed? Shame his master like this."
"Haha ... Alech you haven't changed it turns out ... What about your date today?"
"It didn't go well, because of your men. Sir, enough base already. Why are you following your own daughter?" Alech was getting impatient.
"You know my wife died not in an accident, but she was killed, before the accident, she was shot in the heart. You understand what I mean?"
"I understand. Just leave it to me, and get your useless men back to get a proper education."
Alech ordered his men to release the man.
Isabella's father learns that his wife did not die in an accident. That means Mr. Jakob is looking for the mastermind of his wife's murder. Alech wondered why people like Mr. Jakob would spend 5 more years searching for the killer. It was a sign that the person who killed Valerie was not an ordinary person, a person who was clever enough and neat enough to kill someone. There is no trace of that incident.
Alech assumed that the person who killed Valerie was the same person who killed her parents. He has yet to figure out what motive made the man kill important people in mafia neighborhoods like himself and Mr. Jakob. I don't know what that guy was looking for by killing.
Upon Alech's arrival at his home, he immediately opened up the data of mafia members around the world. Alech looked at each one. Data that no one could penetrate but Alech was able to pierce through it without leaving a trace.
After hours, Alech discovers a bright spot, the man who may be the mastermind of the murder of his parents and Mr. Jakob's wife.