Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 26

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"There is no farewell to a Mafia. If anything, the divorce you're referring to might be death." Hiro said with slow steps approaching to the two girls who were in bed.

Clara who was sitting comfortably on Dera's bed came straight down from the bed. While Dera who had been rolled comfortably on the bed again got up and sat down.

Hiro's footsteps had now reached the side of the bed. Without a word, Clara bowed towards Hiro before exiting the feminine room. Not forgetting he closed the door to Dera's room.

The girl seemed to freeze. With a stiff smile looked at Hiro's face. Hiro smiled evil, movingly sitting on the lip of the bed. The palms of his hands moved to frame the side of Dera's face.

"Are you this enthusiastic for our wedding?" Hiro asked rubbing Dera's right cheek with his thumb.

"Yes." Yeah." Dera answered in a broken voice.

Hiro's smile widened. His left hand pulled Dera's body into his field chest. The tiny body stiffened. But back to relax when the typical fragrance Hiro burst into his lungs. Not knowing why, this girl was comfortable with Hiro's scent. Or is it used to? I don't know.

"I love you, De!" whispered Hiro with a heavy tone draped in Dera's eardrum.

Debaran Kerasi was never able to break a confession given by Hiro. This handsome Mafia man doesn't lie. He loves Dera. The girl who was in his arms at this moment was the first girl to carry a thump, carrying a unease that he had never felt before. The first girl who was able to touch her cold heart.

"You love me too, don't you?" just ask.

Dera did not answer. How does he answer the usual questions but in different levels. Does he love Hiro? There is no definite answer. Making those pink lips tightly coiled without a word.

Five minutes to both of them were silent. There was no answer given by Dera. Making Hiro's little heart cry out in disappointment.

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The tiny hand was seen clasping Hiro's hand very firmly. His lips groaned slowly. There was a sense of heat and also pain in his right back shoulder. Tears are flowing. This was the first time she had ever received the black rose emblem. Her body that was in Hiro's arms after the tattooing looked horribly sad.

"It's okay. It's only gonna hurt a few days." Hiro said rubbing softly full of softness of the back of Dera's head.

The girl basically could not stand the pain. After the anesthetic runs out, five minutes after tattooing the emblem of a Yakuza owner. Dera groans saying sick and hot. The girl was crying so much that it made Hiro fall into a fog. Several times the man snapped at his luggage. Just because they don't know what to do.

Back when he and his men got Irezumi no one was crying. It actually left Hiro brain-dead instantly. Although actually, the pain that can be there is a natural thing. But for ordinary people like Dera. Irezumi or known as Tattoo in Indonesia is not ordinary.

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PRANGS!

"Damn it!"

Getting louder with unrelenting loud noises blared at the classic European-style mansion. The beautiful woman looked breathless after breaking all her furniture. While the father's men did not dare to lift their faces. One victim has fallen for the wrath of the Mafia Boss' only daughter.

"I would never let that girl be with Hiro. Hiro is just mine!" He clenched his two hands tightly.

News flew just like that to him was able to plunge the faint heart of Mirabel. Mirabel never forgets how Hiro Yamato kicked her out of Indonesia. Just because of that ugly girl. Nah! Mirabel did not accept the humiliation she received. The entire Mafia group knew that he was going to be Hiro's partner.

But what happened was not like that. Hiro easily revoked the long-established cooperation with the group of the Father. Makes the old man get inflamed. No one knows who is more upset.

Clattering footsteps of women who looked still looking young at that age had five heads. The Asian woman approached the Princess with a hand code asking her husband's subordinates to come out of the princess' room. At once carrying the corpse of a man rolled with his head spitting out fresh blood. Flooded that plain white floor with a deep red color.

"Don't worry too much, dear. Your daddy would never let Mr. Hiro be with anyone but you." The mother rubbed Mirabel's back gently.

Mirabel turned her body. Facing the mother, the woman with red lipstick on her face that had no wrinkles there looked beautiful. Just like her, in a different age version.

"Mom!" whining is slow.

"Mirabelle! We and Yamato's family are no ordinary relationship. Remember that! There's a lot we can't do or they can't do on their own" Nakano Yumi said.

Mirabel was silent for a moment. Trying to question if it's true? Will Hiro not be able to lead the Yakuza without the Yakuza's cooperation with Dragon? The smile of red lips was broken as the princess shook her head slowly.

"No, Mom! Hiro has expanded his wings. Mom know why I chased her all the way to Indonesia?" mirabel said after the slow-moving trousers she did, "It's not just because Hiro has another girl. But because I heard the expansion of both the business and its power and power have increased. Hiro becomes stronger and has more power without us knowing. The Yakuza no longer depend on the Dragon. Unlike us who still need cooperation with the Yakuza!" continue with a serious tone.

The look on Yumi's face immediately bore fruit. There was no more pride and confidence there. If it is true what the princess said. Then Dragon is in big trouble at the moment. The Japanese-blooded woman was seen massaging her hiding. His forehead is wrinkled.

"Contact Daddy immediately! Ask him to come back to Japan!" yumi said before turning her body.

Shit, once. He's fooled! Yumi thinks that the new boss of the Yakuza has not gained more strength to escape cooperation with his group. Born from the womb of a strong woman. Makes Yumi quick to respond.

In a different place and at a different time. The man who was talking looked so painstakingly exhaling air from his mouth to his open shoulder. Irezumi with the symbol of a black rose looks still flushed.

"Is it still sick?" ask her softly.

"Yes. It's very sick," whined spoiled Dera.

A smile was clearly imprinted on Hiro's lips. The man kissed Irezumi quickly on Dera's back shoulder. It surprised the girl. Reversing his body, which was initially turned back to Hiro, directly facing towards Hiro.

"What does Tu—— love to do right?" he quickly changed his call.

This crazy man asked her to call with a sweet word. Honestly, it feels like Dera's tongue is broken when calling her with a sweet call. Which really makes him ticklish himself.

"Kiss him," Hiro replied honestly and clearly.

Suddenly the girl blushed to hear Hiro's words. Hiro's unreadable actions often make him feel foggy.

Hiro's sturdy fingers moved. Swiping the sweat grains that controlled Dera's forehead. This girl cannot stand pain. Two days of whining, he shouldn't have given Irezumi to Dera's body. If you don't give that sign. They will not be able to marry. With just that mark, Dera was recognized as part of the Yakuza. Get full protection under Hiro's control.

"I know," said Dera in a soft tone impressed timidly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" hiro asked with a worried face.

"I——it," Dera looks hesitant to answer Hiro's question.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" sue Hiro.

"His pain is only reduced. A little, just a little!" Answer Dera wrong behavior with the eyeball moving randomly.

Able to make Hiro anxious. Hiro turned Dera's body against his back. It made Dera almost scream out loud. Kala gets a kiss to him the next time in the Irezumi area. Before he stood avoiding Hiro's madness.