Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 2

"Living in fear does carry the word dark. However, without knowing it, we learn from the dark. To feel how precious a ray of light is."

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The segments of the wall crevices that brought in the light felt tickling, peaceful body on top of the luxurious bed. No curtains open, the walls of the room are colored in black. And in the equipment with curtains made of gray silk.

The tiny body moves slowly, it groans, when the soul re-enters the body. Smooth silk blanket and soft bed make the girl cheeked chubby by showing the retina of his eyes. To look and not hide behind petals.

But the gurgling sound brought sleep along, there was a snort at every sound of the anklets. He clucked lazily as he changed sleeping positions the gurgling sound of the disturbing bracelet.

The two petals of the cherry blossom several times open and then closed adjusting the minimal illumination, the faint wrinkles are clearly visible.

"Any," muttered the twenty-two-year-old girl with a hoarse tone intonation.

The distinctive hoarse sound of waking up did not bother, the jet black netra looked at the room illuminated by the dim light. It made it difficult for the girl to adjust her eyesight.

"Have you woken up a stray cat?"

the question of the heavy sexy hoarse voice made the girl immediately stand up from her most comfortable position.

At that time the entire curtain was broadcasted with a remote control. Oh God! Who would have thought, the handsome-looking man was sitting on a very appropriate sofa facing a large bed.

BRUK!

"Akh," cried Dera.

What the girl called the stray cat did made the man who crossed his side of the sturdy leg put on a faint smile, he was amused by the morning show.

The mature brown-skinned girl whimpered, forgetting that there the eagle's eyes were still watching her movements carefully. He was too cool accompanied by the pain of his unfilled body hitting the cold marble floor.

"Need help from a stray cat," Hiro bargained.

The voice that was already beside Dera, again and again Dera felt her heart racing. He had to stroke his flat chest repeatedly, this man beside him actually made him almost twice hit by a heart attack.

"You surprise me, you know" protested Dera with an annoyed face.

Next to the corner of Hiro's lips held high, the eagle-eyed man smirked. He did not understand what happened the girl he was helping to stand upright now seemed to forget what he saw last night. Looking at his movements and the reaction of Dera's body, there was no vibration and fear on the girl's face. The girl swept the room that had been clearly seen.

Decak amazed to throw it away, the dark-colored spacious room looks so luxurious with expensive items. Even though Dera was born and grew up in the village environment, it does not mean he can not distinguish expensive items.

With Dera's wide steps approaching the nightstand right next to the bed, he gently rubbed the drinking glass that looked sparkling. He knew the glass that was now in his hand, the crystal glass at a price that could not be counted with fingers

"Crystal," murmured Dera with admiration.

He did not even hear clearly the gurgling of the anklets as he stepped, Hiro only shook his head to look at the Indonesian girl's behavior. Hiro stepped back to occupy the soft Sofa with a slanted smile.

"Good?" ask Hiro in fluent Indonesian.

If anyone listened to Hiro's words then, they would think if Hiro stayed in Indonesia for a very long time.

"Yes. It's great, even the bald boss doesn't have anything this good" Dera said.

"You can have it" Hiro added, making Dera's body turn.

He stared at Hiro with a long eye. However, there was something strange just because of the place and the glass that was now in his hands. Dera forgot, he forgot his initial shock.

The eyes of the crescent moon blinked three times before smiling wryly, a red light burning above the head.

"I'm sorry, my lord, it's rude" he quietly exclaimed.

Dera's rough hands placed the clear crystal glass very carefully, then stepped closer to Hiro. He smiled for a moment in front of Hiro and then stepped wide towards the teak door.

Hiro did not move at all, the cold-blooded man let whatever the chubby girl wanted to do. Dera's coarse palm pressed the door hinge to turn it around. The ringing sound of the shifting iron object was heard.

It's locked! That's what the girl felt. Several times trying still can't, Hiro leaned his back on the sofa. Crossing his right leg over his left. Looking for a comfortable position for himself, still highlights Dera.

He wanted to see how hard the girl tried to escape from the room.

"Fucking door! Open up," said Dera with a slow curse.

A thousand times, even a million swears, the door in the key will never be open. He grumbled with language that was not understood by the ruthless mafia. Of course the girl used her mother and father's regional language to cursing harshly.

"S——it looks like, the door is jammed. Can I try the window door?" tanya Dera tried to ask permission.

Oh God! Dera Sandya's. The girl was asking for permission or joking. How could he want to escape but ask permission from the abducting. Anxious. One word was in Hiro's heart. Seeing that Dera was now in the big window, he pressed forward. It worked! Maybe that cheer is in Dera's heart when the big glass teak frame is open.

He glanced back looking at Hiro's face. The Japanese man's palm was raised. Let the girl out of the room through the window.

"Thank you, sir," Dera said with a big smile.

The line of smiles on Dera's face was broken, when he saw what he got. Not the marble floor or grass that he met. But the pool swims far down there. The pool is so vast with water to the bluish.

If Dera is a mermaid, she will happily jump no matter what height. But, the problem was that he was an ordinary human jumping he would die, not bleed to death but die out of breath.

Dera can not swim the girl is not a swimming expert if playing in the water arena, Dera will use a floating duck to make the body of the contents remain floating.

"Why my ancestors weren't mermaids. Or a crow just so I can swim or fly, "the monologue is upset.

Dera's face turned back timidly, Hiro smiled obliquely. He even raised a small glass containing a clear yellow drink, which did not know what it was.

"I fell dead, no waterfall will still die" murmured Dera gamang.

The girl was undecided however, deciding to die at the hands of that relaxed man alone. At least he would beg death without being slashed. Maybe he could die by suicide. At least it won't separate the head from the spot. And not much blood was spilled.

"I give up" said Dera before a loud cry went on the air.

Hiro smiled triumphantly. Hiro Yamato never accepted defeat, and never will.

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Dera looked at the cold mafia subordinate who was now looking at him with sharp eyes, he felt uncomfortable with the gaze of the man who could not speak Indonesian. Several times he heard the voice of the handsome man. But, not knowing the meaning, long enough he cried making his eyes narrower. He even asked for a good death.

But, what he got was creepy words bgi Dera better sentence of death than the words dropped his pride was sinking.

"From now on you are my pet wild cat" said Hiro, who could not be denied.

"If you fuck around. Your friend Lila Agustina and your family will be beheaded, Dera Sandya !"

The word threat made the girl feel like she was going to die, she felt like the world was wiping away right then and there.

"Miss doesn't like to eat it?" asked the beautiful woman to make the bowed head rise.

"ah! It's not. This food is not my taste" Dera said slowly.

The beautiful girl stared with fear, she clearly remembered the master said. The girl sitting at the dining table should eat well, and be well-groomed. You could say the girl is now the pet of the cold cafeteria.

"Do I need to ask the chef to force another meal?" ask the rose in a soft and gentle voice.

"No. I have no taste," decline Dera with at the end ****** rude.

He got up from his seat, when he wanted to step inhibited by Yeko by stretching one hand in front of Dera's face.

"Where are you going?" yeko asked in a stammering voice.

"I want to see Mr. Hiro" said Dera listlessly.

"You can't go to the boss" Yeko argued softly. Still in the same tone.

"Why not?" challenge Dera.

Oh, look at the wild cats getting brave. The slanted smile from Yeko made Dera's hair stand up.

"Alright if you insist, Miss," he said with frightening eyes. "Follow me" he continued before stepping away.

Dera followed Yeko's wide steps from behind, the wide stride carrying the girl into the jungle area behind the palace-like mansion.

The sound of the machine rang out loud, they both stopped suddenly in a mossy pond. Dera's knees shook looking at what was in front of his eyes. He fell in the grass.

"Hoh! There's a wild cat as it turns out," Hiro said in Japanese.

He turned off the gisel machine that had cut off the crocodile's head from the Amazon water, fresh blood making the man like a blood bath. A slanted smile was seen again, the man's lips licked the blood of the crocodile at the corner of his lips with a smile.

"I want to make leather shoes for you, my wild cat," cetusHiro said in Indonesian.

Dera's body trembled violently at every step of Hiro's foot carrying a huge foot full of blood. Yeko was happy to see their captive scared to death.