Mr. Z CEO Of The Mafia
Wijaya Kusuma

Zayn was thinking hard about everything that the old man described in front of him. Zayn accepted it, as indeed the person mentioned by the man was a cold-blooded man and did not have the slightest feeling.

"Well, I'll lower my confidants to escort and accompany your grandchildren. You don't have to worry anymore, the person I sent is experienced in this" Zayn told the old man.

This was Zayn's first time connecting with outsiders and also like providing bodyguard rental services after much thought.

"Excuse me, Mister Z. I wait for the man in my house as soon as possible. This is my home address" the old man handed me his card.

"Juice Kusuma?" zayn asked the old man who had already left his presence.

"I think I know this name. But where?" muttered Zayn who remembered a slightly familiar name in his ear.

Zayn picked up his phone and called Marcos. This large-bodied man will take care of this granddaughter of Wijaya Kusuma. Marcos has been widely known by all the mafia who have faced him directly. Even those who had not faced him already knew his name.

Because Marcos was a cold-blooded man and also cruel. He has no heart and no feeling when faced with his enemies.

"Marcos, you have an important task at the moment" Zayn said as his call was raised by Marcos.

"Ready King" he replied firmly.

"Your job right now is to look after a Young Miss whose life is being threatened by the people of Alfonzo and also her son. You should be able to eliminate anyone who would threaten his safety. You know not Alfonzo and his son?" ask Zayn to Marcos.

"Know King. I even had a personal vendetta against him. And this is a good time to get back at him. If you have to die it does not matter, as long as I have eliminated his son" said Marcos who was holding back his anger.

"You can do it if you need to. Because I don't want my confidants to be gone by cockroaches. If you need help, you can call your other friends. You understand!" said Zayn who immediately turned off his call after Marcos responded to his wishes.

Zayn will also be monitoring him remotely. So that if one day Marcos and his friends need help he will be able to directly help her.

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While in another place Azalya was in her campus and was studying with her new friend again. Because since Azalya knew that Kimberly was not a good and sincere girl, Azalya just left her.

Similarly to Kimberly, she also did the same thing to Azalya who she thought was weird and also pretentious.

"Azalya, there's someone looking for you" said one of the callers.

"Who?" azalya asked confusedly. Because he does not know too many people here, there are already those who are looking for him.

"Don't know. Just look at it for yourself" she replied straight away from Azalya's presence.

"Who the hell? Just make me curious" muttered Azalya who immediately went from her seat.

"Sorry what business looking for me?" azalya asked as she saw the big tall man turning his back to her.

"Find my name Marcos. I was sent by your grandfather to take care of you. So you have to work with me if your life still wants to be in your body" explained Marcos who introduced himself to his Young Miss.

"Okay, thanks. But I want you not to get too close to me and also not to be too flashy in public" replied Azalya who immediately accepted Marcos with pleasure.

"Okay, Miss, that's not going to happen. I am now a new student here. And my job would be easier if I were a part of this" he said as he passed through Azalya's body to enter the same class as Azalya.

"Ish, you shitty bitch! Why did Opa hire a bodyguard model so anyway. Just make sprains" muttered Azalya who used her own language.

And how surprised Azalya saw the man named Marcos also sitting on the same bench as her. Even he bravely shifted his bag to the middle.

"Surge! This is my seat. You can find a seat that is still empty" said Azalya who wants this annoying man to move from his seat.

"can't. Here it is more comfortable and also very clearly staring in the front" replied Marcos in a flat tone.

"Isa. Bummer!" said Azalya who stomped her feet annoyed.

And inevitably Marcos shifted his seat so that Azalya could sit also beside him.

After the lesson was finished Marcos always bought Azalya on the grounds of a lesson that he did not understand. And unfortunately inevitably, Azalya accepted it. Otherwise Zian will always bother her as well.

Yes, for almost a week Zian always bothers Azalya, wherever it always follows like a recalcitrant germ.

"Obviously, don't look suspicious in front of him. If he messes don't be afraid, because there is me" Marcos told Azalya as he passed Zian.

"Hi Azalya's. Coming home together, it happens to be the same direction home" said Zian who immediately held Azalya's hand.

With just one turn Zian was already complaining of pain because the hand that was holding Azalya's hand turned back and sounded...

CRETE

There may have been a broken bone from Azalya.

"Upss, sorry. I intentionally!" said Azalya who immediately went from the front of Zian who was moaning in pain.

"It turns out my guess is wrong if you are a weak girl" Marcos said when he was in his car.

"I'm just pretending to be weak. But if there are things like that, do not expect to get away with it. Because I do not like it the most if men like him do as good as his eyes" said Azalya who had already seen his barbarity.

"But you have to stay alert to face it. He's not just anyone. Behind him there is the big name of his father who is very respected and also feared in this country Miss" explained Marcos told his Young Miss.

"I already know. If only Opa had not forbade me to do martial arts training I would have done it diligently to take care of myself if I was being urged. But Oma and Opa just don't allow it, I had seen Zian was harassing a woman still in the campus area. I'd love to help that woman, but what can I do? My moves alone are still early stages yet to be able to attack. Just to be able to survive" said Azalya why so hate on Zian Alfonzo.

"Then what do you do? See him through to completion or leave him?" marcos's question was deeply rooted in his heart.

"Obviously I ran away before I became the next target. And after all it's none of my business" Azalya replied with a frown and turned her face the other way.

"If you want to learn martial arts I am ready to help you. Because I myself also really do not like if women can only cry against their opponents" Marcos said offering to teach Azalya to be able to defend.

"Crying is instinctive as a woman. In fact, it is not uncommon for a man to cry if he can not express his feelings to others. Don't underestimate someone who's crying!" azalya said, pointing at the face of Marcos who was driving his car.

"Whatever" replied Marcos not to comment on Azalya's remarks.

"Ish, suck! Why did Opa give this model bodyguard anyway.." Azalya grumbled using her language because she did not want Marcos to know if she was swearing it.

"I know your language Miss" said Marcos using his fluent language.

"Do you know my language?" ask Azalya who cengo herself.

"My king is the same citizen as you Miss" replied Marcos with his thin grin.

"What!!! The king? So he's the king? A king still exists in this country?" azalya asked with her glaring gaze and also her voice was very high.

Marcos only rubbed his ears that were painful due to the shrill voice of his Young Miss.

"Why don't you answer my question!" azalya said again by banging Marcos's burly arm.

Marcos who was upset immediately stepped on the brake pedal and immediately looked at Azalya with his sharp gaze that could stab into his heart.

Azalya who was stared at like that immediately shrieked not dare to speak to Marcos again. He was scared of her.

"If you are silent it is better Miss" said Marcos in a flat tone and also without any expression.

Azalya pursed her lips in annoyance. Because only Marcos is brave like this on his.