The (Former) Mafia
62. Enemy ???

The man walked up to his bed, slipped his hand under the pillow and pulled something from there. Still no expression. The dark face with the glare of his demonic eyes made the man look very different from usual. All the boundaries are gone, the Bara that began to turn warmer, now looks back like Bara in the past.

"Get out!" tell Bara with his distinctive voice. "Get out or I'll break your head right now." The sleeve of the gun was embers elus like him who was stroking a kitten. His lips smiled with a grin as he looked at the footsteps that were starting to approach towards him. The pace of steps that are getting closer does not necessarily make Bara nervous.

Suite room that initially looks ordinary now feels increasingly gripping. The two people holding guns on each other's forehead made the atmosphere around those people feel so gripping. The look in both eyes seemed to hint at hatred. There is anger and revenge there. However, Bara was still unable to see this person's face because he was wearing a mask that only showed half his face and eyeballs.

"Who sent you!" furious Bara stepped his feet, he began to spin until, the man in front of him also did the same thing. "Do you not want to answer!" Bara smiled grinning. He pulled the trigger slowly, looking very clearly if the netra in front of him started to twist looking at another angle.

Dor's!

Dor's!

One shot Bara gave on the shoulder of the person who had been hiding behind the curtain of the room, and another he shot on the shoulder of the person in front of him until the weapon he was holding, he said, fall to the floor.

Bughhhh!

The punch Bara gave using the back of his gun created a wound on the person's forehead. However, when Bara beat the guy blindly, the guy just kept quiet. Back, Bara pulled himself in with a cynical smile. "Your master purposely castrated you in order for me to kill you, didn't he?" ask Bara. The next moment he chuckled, he understood what this fellow wanted from him. These amateurs want Bara to dirty his hands and they want to make him look bad in front of a lot of people.

Unbeknownst to him, one of the men who had received a shot from him again grabbed the gun from the floor and pointed it behind Bara's left back. The smile that the man showed was truly a demonic smile.

"Just kill you, you bastard!"

Dor's!

The gunshot sounded louder. This was different from the sound of the gun before. Blood began to flow, flooding the shiny floor in the room. The smell of rancid and bright red color left a very sad impression.

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The beautiful woman gasped for breath after someone splashed her face with a bucket of ice water. His body shivered, not to mention he the room seemed like the temperature of the room was deliberately lowered to extreme enough to torture Nabila. His heart was beating extremely fast when someone emerged from the darkness. The person with a large stature approached towards Nabila and immediately gripped his jaw firmly.

"Who are you!" sarkas Nabila looked at the person in front of her with a peeking look. The mask worn by this person made Nabila unable to see it clearly. Only his eyeballs and posture could he see. "Look, you might be wrong. I don't have a problem with anyone!" said Nabila hard-earned. The grip on his jaw was getting stronger, perhaps if he could, this guy wanted to crush his jaw in one squeeze.

"Your fault?" asked the man with a loud laugh. He laughed as he brushed off Nabila's face uncivilizedly. "Your fault is only one. You!" point the man in front of Nabila's face. "You're the woman that son of a bitch!" he grumbled with the sound of laughter disappearing.

"Mara?" rejoice Nabila seemed to understand where their conversation went.

"Hmmm .. You turned out to be very smart!" praise that guy. Nabila smiled wryly. Who is this crazy bastard who has dared to do things like this, isn't he afraid of the law? Nabila's lips trembled, her body temperature grew colder and her legs began to numb.

"You're cold, Jalan*!" he smiled with a grin. He began to approach towards Nabila and ....

Plaque!

One slap landed on the cheek of the beautiful woman. "It'll make you feel warmer!" he chuckles. "But I don't think that's enough!"

Plaque!

Nabila grimaced, feeling pain and soreness at the same time. The corner of his lips started to bleed, his cheeks were throbbing with a heart that was beating very fast. The woman tried to refrain from crying even though she wanted so badly. Nabila's forehead shriveled when she heard the person in front of her laughing even louder. Like a mad man in fidelity, he slapped his face again until he could not bear the pain again until Nabila closed his eyes with a body that drooped limp, only the ties on his body supported the body so that his body did not fall from the chair.

"Mas .. I hope you're okay!" batin Nabila spoke before she completely lost her consciousness.

"Put him into that water!" said the masked man to his men. They lifted Nabila who was still tied to her chair and put her in a large glass box that they filled with water. Slowly, the glass box began to stagnate, the water was rising, the longer Nabila's legs were sinking and maybe in a few minutes, the whole body of this woman would be in the water.