My Gigolo is a Mafia
Chapter 20: Where did all this come from.
Brian sat in a chair in front of him there were 5 men with their hands that were not intact anymore.
"So you've touched my woman?" Brian asked while inhaling his cigarette.
"No, Mr. Brian. We dare not, ka.mi do not know if the woman is the woman of the famous Mafia boss." Answer one of them.
"But you've touched it, which parts have you touched?" Ask Brian again.
"Ka.mi didn't touch any part.." Answer her self-defense.
Brian just smiled, then he immediately pulled out a gun and shot right in the heads of the 5 men.
"Give their heads to Candra, ah I mean my future father-in-law.." Brian said with a smile.
"Good Boss.." The answer.
"Don't forget, you're wrapped in a very beautiful box." Brian said with a smile.
"Good.."
Then Roki and Erwin immediately brought to the five lifeless bodies of the man to go somewhere.
Brian just smiled as he sipped his cigarette, "Ah.. The world is so beautiful.." He murmured while looking at the pool of blood on the floor.
The next day...
Clarissa began to open her eyes, her eyes glare slowly Clarissa began to be able to adapt to the view of the room where she fell asleep.
"Where is this?" He muttered with a panicked face.
And then Clarissa's eyes immediately looked into the blanket, her body not wearing a single garment. Hugging the blanket Clarissa immediately fell silent with a very panicked face.
"You're awake, Lady.." There was the voice of a man Clarissa knew.
"Brian..." Clarissa Mumbled.
Brian immediately approached Clarissa, Clarissa's face was reddened and her eyes were already glazed.
As Clarissa immediately hugged Brian and cried loudly, Clarissa was still very afraid of what she had experienced.
Brian who saw his woman crying was immediately angry, because he did not like to see Clarissa crying.
"Are you done?" Brian asked as he wiped Clarissa's tears away.
Clarissa just nodded her head, "Good, you better clean your body immediately.." Brian Say.
But Clarissa was silent, her mind still drifting somewhere. Brian just smiled, he immediately lifted Clarissa's body to the bathroom.
In front of the room door...
Lesly stared at the door of the room where her employer and a woman were spending the morning together.
"Mrs the butler..." Call a waiter.
"What's wrong?" Ask her with an annoyed face.
"Breakfast for Mr. Brian is ready.." Evidently.
"Bring here.." Answer her.
Lesly began to improve her look, she had to look beautiful in front of Brian.
Geck.. Geck.. Geck..
"Master.. Your breakfast is ready.." Lesly.
"Come in..." Answer the room owner.
Then Lesly went into the room, in the room there was Clarissa who was sitting while using a white T-shirt and short jeans on the knee.
Lesly who saw that felt very irritated and annoyed, but she still showed her friendly face.
Clarissa who saw Brian treated like a king was surprised, how could a gigolo who did not have a house even money. Can choose a luxury mansion and served by beautiful servants.
"You keep it there.." Said Brian who was tidying up his clothes.
Lesly who saw it was swiftly helping Brian tidying up his clothes, Clarissa who saw it just stared flat.
"Thank you, Lesly.."
"Then you can get out.." Brian Say.
Then all the servants came out including Lesly, now in the room there is only Clarissa and Brian.
"How can you?" Clarissa asked with a serious face.
"What?" Ask Brian who doesn't understand.
"How could you choose a house this big and served by so many servants?" Ask Clarissa.
"We'll talk about that later, now you have to eat first." Said Brian while sitting next to Clarissa.
"I'm not hungry.." Clarissa replied firmly.
Kruyukk...
The sound of Clarissa's stomach sounding, Clarissa who realized it could only close her eyes.
"Your mouth says no, but your stomach says something else.." Brian said with a mocking smile.
Clarissa who was upset because she was ridiculed immediately devoured breakfast brought by the waiter with annoyance, after breakfast Clarissa also re-opened their initial conversation that had been delayed.
"So?" Ask Clarissa.
"Can you guess?" Ask Brian with a smile.
"You want me to guess?"
"Yes, guess with your little brain.."
"You're a gigolo, and this house must be a gift from the old women you've wooed and served.." Clarissa shouted while pointing at Brian's face.
Brian immediately fell silent, whether it was true that the woman in front of him was the CEO of a large company. Why is the IQ guessing that it's so low.
"All right?" Clarissa asked with a proud and full face of ridicule.
"Of course it's wrong..." Answer Brian.
"Wrong?" Clarissa asked with a confused face.
"It's wrong.." Answer Brian.
"Where did you get all this? Are you stealing."
"Of course not, I got all this with my own hard work." Answer Brian.
"Yes, with your hard work serve those old ladies who are thirsty ****." Clarissa.
Brian could only squint his eyes, the woman before him was very fond of concluding something as good as his heart.
"You can find out for yourself, but that's obvious. My abilities and power are above yours." Brian said with a smile
Clarissa who heard that immediately put on a dislike expression. "And to me you're nothing more than a bed-satisfied man, and I'm on a higher level than you. From company, status, caste and power.." Clarissa.
"Ah, well Lady..." Said Brian while kissing Clarissa's hand.
Meanwhile...
On a clear morning, the family servant Mr. Candra was carrying a black box with a beautiful ribbon on it.
"What's that?" Rani asked with a curious face.
"I don't know, Madam. But there was a courier who dropped this off and said this was a special gift for this family." Answer her.
"What's this?" Ask Mr. Candra who just came.
"It's my husband, there's someone who sent gifts to our family." Answer Rani.
"Gift? From whom?" Ask Mr. Candra.
"Come, Mas. No name for the sender." Answer Rani.
"But from his pack, like his the one who sent this is no ordinary person." Said Mr. Candra concluding.
"Yes, you're right. Try opening it.." Rani.
Then the waiter immediately opened the large gift box, and when opened everyone was immediately stunned when they found out the contents of the gift.