Mr. Mafia Is Mine
Chapter 40

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"*Count!!"

A loud cry instructed that those pale, dry little lips count. The pain he will feel. Although his small body will not be able to withstand every whip that is presented. That maroon's red lips won't stop the instructions for his men*.

"*L——fifty-one!"

IT'S TREMBLING!!!!

But the whip kissed the back of the seven-year-old boy. As hard as possible, dry lips do not groan. If you don't want anything extra for yourself. Her back has wet behind her checkered shirt shirt. The smell of rancid cannot stop the blow that will return to the lay.

THE TREASURE!!!

"Li—may-two," tone allotted*.

Kara's hand raised stopped the lash that was about to be laid. The expensive shoes belonging to the beautiful woman squeaked when rubbing against the floor of the warehouse that was no longer flat. It eroded the distance between him and his son. Kara lowered her head slowly raising her small chin with her index finger. Hiro's dark eyes looked so tired.

"*Don't be weak! Where are the eyes I like?!"

Little Hiro tightened to the two sides of his jaw. Meta sharp chocolate that meyendu back burning. Showing anger and fear at the same time. Big booming laughter filled the slum behind the Yakuza mansion. This woman is crazy! Really crazy. Torturing a young child does not know the world he occupies. Just because of the anger about Zeo's departure. The big Yakuza boss left Kara with a great anger. The death of the Chinese woman that broke her heart. The impact on Hiro. A boy who looks so much like Zeo. The man who was so gilai by Kara. This crazy woman was willing to pretend to be pregnant with Zeo. So that her husband does not leave her. Rela did not give birth to a descendant. Just for not wanting to destroy her slim body and also her beauty*.

Unfortunately, Zeo Yamato. Never would have seen Kara as a wife. But a mad woman who gave birth to the legitimate offspring of the Yakuza. Zeo left with great power. Restricting Kara in the movement and power of the Mafia. Despite this woman, she still controlled twenty-five percent of the Yakuza's power and wealth. Just because, Kara is the mother of the big boss Yakuza. Just because of that.

Kara releases her pointy index finger from Hiro's little chin. Stand up straight, folding to two hands in front of the chest. Staring sharply at Hiro who was still staring with a sangar view. Hiro has to be his crazy dog. Being a child who will bite anyone who becomes Kara's enemy. That's Kara's wish from Hiro Yamato.

"*Remember! You are Hiro. Never let go of those sharp eyes. You are the son of a Zeo Yamato. Big boss of the Yakuza!! I will never give birth to you for no reason!" He said with a scary grin.

Hiro's little heart was throbbing pain. Is it just because of that the mother gave birth to her. Just being a tool. As a shield to protect themselves from the anger of the Father. Despite the pain, there were no moans and tears. He cannot show his weakness. Just like the woman in front of him said. He is the son of a Mafia. Who cannot look on with love. Or even look at the pity of people. He cannot be weak. His brown eyes should give a sharp look*.

Behind Kara's body. Nomi, grit her collar. Withstand the pain of the sight that torments the eyes. His two hands were clenched behind his body. Although the water on his face looked so flat without emotion. If possible Kara wants to stop any lashings placed on Hironya's back. His son does not deserve the inhumane treatment he is today. Hiro*is Zeo Yamato's son. The boss of the Yakuza. He has power and power that does not have to get this kind of behavior.

"I understand, Mom!" replied Hiro in a cold tone*.

"Good!" Kara smiled broadly.

"I understand, Mom!" igauwan with a trembling body. Wake up a woman who has a little trouble sleeping.

A compromised stomach just to rest. Dera opens onto her two narrow eyelids. Sitting slowly, rubbing the sweat that flooded the forehead of the husband. Slow movement, bringing to two sharp brown eyes it opened quickly. A thin smile that provides comfort brings a sense of warmth radiating throughout Hiro's deserted nerves.

"No more bad dreams." Seru Dera rubbed his thin folded forehead.

There was no answer from the husband. The handsome man who was so animated was not real good looks was only able to breathe short. Trying to relax his body. A scary dream is a scourge that he cannot avoid. Always haunts him every night say hello. Until making this Yamato man difficult only to save to two slices of sharp brown eyes hiding behind the eyelids.

Movement of the fetus in the womb Dera. Bringing the chaotic heart back just improved. The corner of Hiro's lips lifted high. Hiro tilted his body. With naughty moving hands touching the surface of Dera's stomach behind a special dress-shaped nightgown used by pregnant women.

He chuckles slowly. Her son-in-law's movement is so adorable. Where the fetus in the abdomen looks to avoid every touch that is presented by Hiro. Not infrequently the little legs of the fetus calm the mother's stomach. Dera invisible grimaced. Although in fact, he wanted to groan slowly. When the hard kick of the fetus makes it feel pained. Seeing how the husband's expression was smiling and occasionally chuckling crisply due to their interaction. Makes Dera hold back the pain.

"He's so funny huh?" Hiro is still cool with his activities.

Dera gently rubbed the top of the head of the husband who was rubbing his stomach with a gentle movement."Sure do. At birth she would have been even funnier, sister!"

"Will he look like you?"

"No. He must look like a big brother. Because he's our hotshot candidate!"

"Fin' me?" hiro asked to stop the movement of his hand in Dera's stomach. Hiro's head looked up at the wife's sweet face.

Dera nodded quickly."Sure oes. I want to, she's as handsome as her Papa!"

"Handsome me?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Am I handsome?"

Dera. How could the husband not believe his words. Hiro Yamato was a handsome man with above average grades. Look at! The sharp eyes of almonds lit up hers, a pointed nose with thin red lips, dense black eye brows neatly through. Thick long lashes, firm jaws and a big nose. Ah!! Hiro looks more like a cartoon character than a regular human.

"My husband is the most handsome man!" Said Dera rubbing next to Hiro's cheek.

The Yamato man closed his eyes. Feeling the touch and gentle strokes of the wife.

"My wife is also the most beautiful woman in the world." Hiro opened his eyes. Stare intensely at the two beautiful beads of the wife's eyes. Dera.

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"The fastest birth of the child is the end of this month, Boss!" exclaim Kara's men provide important information.

Kara stopped her suction. Seringai appears on thick lips with maron red lipstick. Her back is on the couch. It looks so scary. With his crazy planning. The serpent woman never stopped with her madness.

"When the child was born. So the care is in a weak state. Then execute our plan!" kara said after being quiet for a long time.

"This time it's gonna be tough, boss. Because our spies are no longer there."

"CK! You're ignorant. That's the only weapon we can play. There's a lot of bullets in my hand!"

"I mean Boss?"

"Stupid." Shouted Kara furiously standing up from her sitting position."You're ignorant. We still have plan B even though our spies don't exist."

Nomi sharpened her two ears. Nah! He won't let Kara do anything to hurt the son. Whatever risk. He would sacrifice himself only for Hiro. For his son and grandson. Hiro is so happy with Dera. The native Indonesian woman. Nomi will make Hiro's hopes and dreams come true.