The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Black Tower

Unlike the usual day, that morning Mia woke up earlier than Adriano. He saw the husband who was still asleep with the position down. His athletic body was only covered by a thin white blanket. Mia raises the blanket that was originally only limited to the waist, to cover up the back decorated with tattoos.

Slowly the mother of Miabella got out of bed. The digital clock still shows at four in the morning. Mia rushes to clean up in the bathroom, then changes clothes. He opened the door slowly and walked into the kitchen. There, several servants turned out to be ready with their respective tasks. There are those who prepare the menu for breakfast, there are also those who are busy cleaning the kitchen. “Good morning, Madam,” greet one of them.

“Good morning,” reply Mia friendly while smiling. “Can you help me prepare breakfast for my husband? Today he will leave for Serbia?” her door.

“Of course, Madam,” those who served as chefs, immediately replied simultaneously while nodding politely. They obeyed Mia's orders to prepare and concoct the seasoning. While Mia also prepared a menu for Miabella.

An hour later, all the dishes were ready and cooked. A waiter placed a tray on the kitchen table, then put a plate of grilled meat and hot cream soup and a glass of water on it. "Let me help you to bring this, Madam,” he said politely. He intends to offer services.

“No need, I can do it myself,” reject Mia smooth. “Save food for Miabella, let me warm it up later," he said later.

“Alright, Madam,” the servants nodded again. Very carefully, Mia brought the tray into Adriano's room which was located quite far from the kitchen. He tried hard to open the door. However, along with that, suddenly the door of the room was opened. Adriano with his pillow face. He tidied his slightly disheveled hair while squinting.

“Gosh, where have you been this early, Mia?” Adriano shook his head in astonishment.

“I woke up early to make you this,” Mia raised her tray a little higher while smiling widely. “Do not block the road, Adriano. I want to go in,” he said later.

Adriano laughed, then shifted his position. He also helps Mia bring a tray of hot food. Adriano placed the tray on a table located adjacent to the window. “Thank you, darling,” he said as he gently kissed his wife's lips.

“Eat. Didn't you say you were leaving in the morning?” Mia sat next to Adriano while holding her arms. Her beautiful smile did not disappear from that beautiful face.

“Yes, but .…” Adriano paused her words for a moment, then glanced at Mia and smiled knotfully. “I'm not used to having breakfast this early. It's still five o'clock, my dear,” the blue-eyed man chuckles amusedly.

“You don't appreciate my efforts, Adriano,” Mia threw her back on the back of the chair with a pouting nose.

“Bene, bene, Mia!” anxious, Adriano kissed his wife's cheek. He decided to drink a glass of water before breakfast. After remaining half the water in a glass, then he ate Mia's cooking until it was finished in just a few minutes. “That makes you feel good, honey. I love it,” praise it with a big smile.

“Thank you for the flattery. Now shower,” a little forcefully, Mia pulled Adriano's wrist to stand up and went to the bathroom.

“Mia, wait a minute. I just finished eating,” Adriano showed a funny facial expression, making Mia look up. For a while they joked and made fun of it, until Adriano ended it by carrying Mia and taking her to the bathroom.

“Adriano, no! I just finished my shower!” Mia rebelled with all her might, but what a force, the power of the Tigre Nero clan chief was much greater than her. In the end, Mia just resigned and followed the will of the husband.

Not long after, the couple came out of the bathroom. They both went to the closet and chose the clothes to wear. Adriano takes one brightly colored dress for Mia, while Mia chooses a white sleeveless t-shirt combined with a leather Aviator jacket on the outside and coated with wool on the inside. The light-colored jeans complemented Adriano's appearance that day.

“Perfect,” say both simultaneously, then laugh simultaneously anyway. However, the joy of the two of them had to stop when there was a loud knock from the door of the room.

“What is Miabella?” ask Adriano lirih.

“It seems not. Bella never knocks that hard,” replied Mia as she walked towards the door and opened it. It was Coco who looked disheveled, resting her arms on the doorway with her head half-down.

“What's up, Ricci? You look messed up,” Mia said with a look of wonder. “Are you drunk?” her clenched fingers touched Coco's cheeks. Mia held it, then moved Coco's head to the right and left sides. “Jeez, you're drunk!” mia's voice sounded high.

“Ricci, did you forget we were leaving now? Why are you getting so fucked up?” adriano's reprimanding is a little harsh.

“Teori from where it is, Ricci,” scolds Mia with feelings of anxiety towards her future sister-in-law. Upset, she decides to leave Coco and take Adriano's backpack. Mia gave it to her husband.

“Is Miabella still sleeping? I want to say goodbye to him,” asked Adriano to distract Mia from her sense of regret towards Coco.

“I'll be waiting for you in the garage. My things have been prepared all there,”, Coco said, waving her hand. He passed by with a slightly unsteady step.

“Ck,” Adriano clucked while shaking his head. “I have advised him to stay, but he continues to force to come,” he explained with a gaze that was not separated from Coco, until the curly-haired man disappeared from his sight.

“Looks like he had a fight with Francy. Last night, my sister told me everything,” said Mia with a look full of regret.

“Ya, already. May they find the best way out,” Adriano grabbed Mia's shoulder and kissed her warmly, before they made their way to Miabella's room.

Almost half an hour Adriano spent bidding farewell to the princess. As she expected, the little girl sulked and forced her way to Serbia. Luckily, the incoming call from Coco saved Adriano from the situation. After kissing Miabella's forehead and cheeks many times, Adriano rushed to the garage accompanied by the wife's sad gaze.

“Where's the key? Let me drive,” insisted Adriano when he reached the garage and stood beside the jeep relics Matteo. Without saying much, Coco gave Adriano the car keys. He let the man drive the vehicle until they arrived at the Malpensa airport in Milan. There, Adriano's private plane was ready to deliver the two beautiful men to Serbia.

An hour later, Adriano's plane arrived at Belgrade's Nikola Tesla Airport. It is an airport located in the Serbian capital. A few days ago, Adriano had rented a hangar to keep his private jet, as long as he was in Serbia. Adriano had also hired a local guide who had been waiting since he got off the stairs.

“Dobrodocelli, Gospodin D’Angelo (Welcome, Mr. D’Angelo),” welcome the young man, but his hair has whitened completely,

“and you, Mr...” he turned his hand to Coco.

“Francesco,” Coco returned the foreign man's handshake.

“Welcome to Serbia, Mr Francesco. Introduce, my name is Ertan Branislav,” he said friendly.

“Good, Ertan. I don't want to waste time. Take me to the place I described to you two days ago by phone,” Adriano's pinta in a firm tone.

“Ah yes, about it, Gospodin ..” Ertan seemed hesitant to continue her sentence.

“Why? Is there a problem?” Adriano scrunched his forehead.

“So like this. You can cut my wages, because I can only take you from Zlatibor to the border of the Black Tower. I'm really sorry, because I can't enter the region,” Ertan replied.

“Why can't?” Coco, who was beginning to master herself, asked.

“Black Tower is a dead city, Gospodin. There is a ghost town. Look, I don't know what you're going to do there. Without intending to interfere, but I must warn you both. Be careful and know the risks,” explained Ertan.

“What?” ask Adriano and Coco at the same time.

“With you enter the Black Tower. That means you are ready to give up your life,” replied Ertan slowly.