Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 4

The elusan at the top of Dera's head got a fine frown on his forehead. Ah, he's really just like a pet. His warm brown-eye beads stared in admiration at the three beautiful girls who flew away from Japan, China, and Korea just for the big boss of the mafia.

"Shut your mouth, Kitty!" tell Hiro with his heavy voice. "If you don't want your saliva dripping Kitty," he continued by staring at the facial expression of the girl who was not far beside him.

With a quick movement the girl closed her mouth that had opened wide, because she was so amazed she looked like a fool. Clara sounded chuckling softly, the girl liked the stupid expression from Dera's face. As for Yeko himself, he was seen standing to the right of Hiro.

"The three of you can go back to their respective countries. I don't need any of you three" Hiro said in Japanese.

Clearly the disappointed faces of the three beautiful girls, they all hoped to become women for this ruthless mafia man. At least they would benefit a lot for themselves or for their respective families, if they could be together with Hiro Yamato. The cold-blooded man controlled many countries, including the three of them.

And just expanding her power in Indonesia, the girl of Korean blood was open voice against Hiro's words.

"Give us a few weeks, sir! To make your decision waver," he asked

"Yes, I agree. Please Mr. Yamato" added the girl who looked younger than the other two girls.

Hiro rolled his eyes lazily. He stood up from his seat, dragging and Dera to stand from his sitting position. Clara lifted both sides of her shoulders indifferently as the gazes of the three girls fell on her. Ask the mafia boss if he doesn't give them a chance.

"Boss, don't want to give you a chance."

The loud enough cry made the three girls sigh violently, Clara smiled grinning. In the hallway of the magnificent house, sounding gurgling anklets filled the tone, every pounding footsteps.

"Come in" said Hiro when he opened the door of his room wide.

Dera looked into the room. Then looked slowly at the handsome man.

"Do you want to be with you to feed my python, Kitty?" her question was to know what Dera's gaze meant.

Several times his eyes tasted fast, he gulped roughly at his own saliva. Both of his hands hooked and moved quickly, rejecting Hiro's words, which was true. Dera would rather stay silent in Hiro's luxurious room alone, than have to look at the savage pet at such exorbitant prices. Laughter forced with backward footsteps was obtained in response, from the girl.

"Master can leave then, your stray cat prefers to stay in the room. Quiet yourself better" said Dera with a bright smile as possible.

Hiro stared long at Dera before he nodded approvingly as Hiro turned his body. The palms were rubbed repeatedly on his chest, the girl was very afraid of the cruel mafia man's pet.

"I'd rather face my bald Boss than have to look at her pet that one," muttered Dera with a shuddering body in horror.

...***...

Blows could be heard echoing in the slum warehouse, the old man coughed. The hand that now lowered the baseball rate was lowered, with bloodstains covering it.

"A—— forgive me, I'm Master," pinta the weakly lying man.

The tip of the baseball bat was attached to the head that was still bleeding it.

"What can I get if I release you, hem?" hiro asked with his heavy tone.

Some of the boys just stared at the two, when Hiro intervened it would be very difficult to stop. The man was so crazy, crazier than the father who had been a mobster for decades.

"Whatever I will give," he said softly.

A coughing sound with a bursting sound filled the room of the warehouse, Hiro looked at the man with an illegible face. "Ah, so. But unfortunately I don't need you at all, whatever you're laughing at," Hiro added in a paltry tone as the sound of the loud object hit the weak man's head repeatedly.

The splash of red liquid hit the face of even his clothes, the man struck blindly. No matter if the prisoner is no longer helpless and even alive. Yeko, just shut up with his wall face.

Some of Hiro's men turned their faces away, the man's eyes would turn terrifying while slaughtering the opponent. Hiro Yamato, a man born to a hardened Japanese mafia. The Mafia knows no mercy.

Fucking, brainy mafia is very clever. And suffering from a disorder that would make people shudder in horror when they know what the mob boss is suffering from.

The sweep on his handsome face wiped the bloodstains that splashed onto his eyelids that had been closed by reflex when the liquid hit the eyes.

BRANG!

Baseball bat thrown in arbitrary directions to cause a distinctive sound when colliding with the slum floor.

"Done the body," Hiro said with a creepy intonation.

After voicing his orders, Hiro stepped towards the warehouse exit. With haughty steps, his long hand greeted the small towel given by Clara. Then opened the door to his mansion. While in the room Dera stared with interest with the instagram of the man who three months he could not meet. Because of Hiro's threat, it's lucky Clara gave him a cell phone. He can use it to contact people he cares about.

However, still in quotes only women there is no such thing as male gender. Not Dera Sandya name if not looking for another way to connect with the man he loves, social media he uses very well.

Ask the news of his heart.doctor Bian, the man who touched his heart the most deeply. The clattering of footsteps approaching the room left Dera aghast. His fingers were in a hurry to close his Instagram account. Then hide the square object behind a pillow.

CLICK IT! KRIET!

The rich door was wide open. Dera's nose shriveled, he let out a slow sigh looking at Hiro's appearance. He may have been used to the blood sticking to it but, still not used to the rancid smell of blood.

"Will you take a shower? I'll prepare warm water" Dera said before getting off the bed.

Hiro nodded, the man stepped towards the closet. While Dera stepped towards the bathroom preparing warm water and other toiletries. Both are like husband and wife. But, the real relationship was only masters and pets. Funny relationship, but so sad. What else when Hiro rubbed the top of his head or asked if the girl had eaten.