The (Former) Mafia
Chapters 2. Gathering

A pair of women's eyes lying on top of the hospital were badly blinked several times. For a while, he just kept silent, staring at the ceiling of the room without making any movement. Until, his ears heard the voice of someone who was chatting. His head turned to the side. The first sight he saw was someone's back. The body in front of the glass wall looks very proportional. His shoulders are wide and slightly full.

Wait! ... Nabila circulated her gaze to all corners of the room, she held her head quickly. A sigh of relief sounded. Thankfully, she still wears a hijab. When Nabila fell silent again, he tried to remember, what happened before.

"Astaghfiullah!" he said in surprise, smothering his mouth with hands free from the infusion hose. Both eyes are blotched. The person on the phone must be the one who almost hit him earlier. He closed his eyes long enough. Looking at the situation in the room, it was clearly guessed that this man must be a rich man. Then, right now he must be waiting for him to ask for compensation. Nabila can't just be quiet. He has to get out immediately, Ezra's fee alone is not certain whether or not it can. If you have to compensate too, Nabila will not be able to survive.

With a feeling of guilt, Nabila released an infusion hose that stuck on his left hand. He came down from the bed in a very slow motion. His eyes glanced towards the door, then glanced at the man again at a glance. His lips are smiling. Nabila began to walk like a thief. However, just a few steps away, his eyes were already back in shock with the nursing room door shifting.

"Boss!" call someone to the man on the phone.

The man on the phone looked over. His eyes are really very bright, nose sharp, sexy lips with a neat beard and hair that is slightly raised to the top makes him look really very handsome. He is Bara. A man of French origin who was once the chairman of the Mafia of drug syndicates and also illegal weapons. It's just that, after going through so many things, this handsome, dashing man quit the dark world and chose to continue the existing business. The core company owned by Bara is in France. However, in addition to the core company, its subsidiaries are spread almost throughout the country including in Indonesia.

Bara still looks very fresh even though he is 37 years old. Yes, you could say it's ripe. There is nothing less than a Bara, other than a single, he is only minus morals because the environment he incandescent does not teach him such a thing.

"Boss, I ...."

"Shuuttt!" Bara put her index finger over her lips, a grinning smile appeared. He pointed towards the curtain that was opposite him. Durant turned to the curtain, smiling when he saw a pair of tiny legs there.

"Ekhem!" dehem Bara looked at the foot. "You know Durant, whoever dared to betray me. I'll tie him up in a tree, then I chop his hands and feet off so he understands that no one can fight, me."

Nabila's knees were shaking violently. His right hand tried to stop the left hand that followed Tremor, but the opposite happened. Both hands were really shaking making Nabila more afraid and more nervous. He believes the man is a psychopath. God, don't let me die in this state. My son still needs me ....

Srakk!

"Akhich!"

Nabila's eyes closed firmly, his body lowered deeply. He bowed a few times saying sorry.

"I know I was wrong, sir. Please forgive me, I do not intend to betray, you. I just have to get out of here. My son is sick. I'm sorry, Sir. Forgive me!"

Brak!

Again Nabila was frightened. The man pushed him until he hit the hospital wall hard enough. He did not dare to open his eyes, his heart was beating. The warm breath of this man really makes Nabila lost his mind.

Slowly, the head was weakly drooping. Bara smiled, he shook the head of Nabila, positioning the head so that it could be straight facing his face. "Don't pretend to faint, Nabila! I know you're not that weak!"

The deg!

This voice, the masculine voice that she still remembered so much. This bastard, he ....

"You!" said Nabila looked at Bara with a sharp gaze. His heart rate's getting worse. His breathing hunts, he tries to escape, but Bara blocks his hand from getting stronger.

Five years ago, God brought them together while they were meeting in Paris. Bara's arrogance at that time could not be forgotten, how he asked Nabila to remove her headscarf and threatened to fire her successfully made Nabila, furious. And because this man also Nabila lived like a beggar for five years. Imagine, five years Nabila can not get a job because his name is on the black list by this bastard man.

"Do you realize where your mistake is?"

"Ck!" Nabila raised one corner of her lips. "I'm human, Bara. I have the right to choose what I want and what I don't want to do. If you don't like me arguing with you, why do you care so much? I'm just a grain of rice that you can eliminate with just a snap of a finger. It's up to you to do what. I don't give a shit. I don't have any relationship with you anymore!"

Bugh!

Nabila back gawking. What this guy's chest is made of three-wheel cement, why it's so hard and hard to move. He wanted to break away but the man looked down even more and looked at him with a demonic look. The masculine smell rattled, piercing Nabila's nose making him almost lose his sanity. Moreover, the roar of warm breath Bara which contains feathers goosebumps.

"I've said that I don't like to be denied, Nabila. One more thing, I know, you're in need of my help."

Bara let go of his shack. He walked up to Duran, then took a map from his assistant's hand. The document had already been turned into English, so he could read it freely.

"Ezra Malik al - Fatih. He's your son, isn't he?"

Bara smiled triumphantly when he saw Nabila who was so chatty speechless.

"I'll help you find him a donor. I will also pay for all the surgery and maintenance costs. But on one condition!"

Bara again walked up to Nabila, he lowered his head, then ... "Sleep with me!" whispered Bara with a grinning smile.

At first, Nabila was silent. However, the next second he chuckled. His frown was puzzled by the ridiculous request of the crazy man in front of him.

"I will never accept an offer from you, Bara. I can make money and donate elsewhere, without having to sell myself to a depraved person like you."

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A few hours ago, when everyone was busy. Someone got out of the car then walked up to the woman lying on the asphalt. At first I didn't care. However, just as he had turned around to leave the woman, Bara turned her head again. He looked at the woman's face with his eyebrows linked.

"When!" he muttered, with a surprised face.