The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Martellante

Adriano, who was sitting with her legs crossed, stared intently at Mia. Both of his hands, he placed them straight following the arm of the wooden chair. The man gripped tightly at the end of the arm of the chair.

Adriano seemed to be holding back a very strong anger. “What does all this mean, Mia? You want to play games with me?” The question is simple but, it sounds very scary to Mia. Adriano's tone sounded so sharp and pierced the little heart of the woman.

Meanwhile, Mia did not immediately answer. He thought of a series of words that felt appropriate to be conveyed to Adriano, so that the man could understand his point.

“Why are you silent? Don't you have enough reasons, other than to run away again or ...” Adriano did not continue his words. That sharp gaze still continued to attack Mia. Making women who are being hit by this turmoil, increasingly look anxious.

A moment later, Adriano gave a wry smile. Without changing his sitting position, the man again said, “Don't start something, which if only will make you feel more burdened. Remember that there will always be a price to pay, in an agreement. You think I don't understand what you mean by this?” Adriano's words again make Mia like lost words. He was increasingly unable to speak and express the intent that was in his heart.

However, Mia gathered all her courage to speak. “What price should I pay?” ask Mia at the end. He also ventured against the sharp gaze of the handsome man.

“Don't offer something you can't fulfill. Do you know who you're dealing with, Mia? I'm good at business and negotiating too. Adriano D'Angelo, not wanting to do something that does not benefit him at all." Adriano pulled the right hand that had been stretched out straight after the arm of the chair, then he bent it up. The man rubbed his chin adorned with a thin beard.

Meanwhile, Mia still felt confused. Somehow Adriano could guess what he was planning. Truly, the man before him was not someone careless.

Adriano is hard to guess. I don't know what the real character of this guy is. He can transform into another person, in a very fast time.

“You should know that I really need your help,” Mia said again, trying to persuade and convince Adriano.

“I will definitely help you without having to ask,” Adriano replied flat and looking serious

“Really?” Mia reassured again.

However, Adriano turned his face away while grunting. The man's breath was heard hunting. “Why do you have to offer something that I want, Mia!” firmly with a deep enough emphasis while clenching hands.

“In the end, I will still feel indebted to you,” Mia said fretfully.

“Then, what would you do if you were my wife?” Adriano's tone sounded increasingly firm. He turned his eyes back to Mia. “I'm not sure you will be able to live it, Florecita Mia,” said the man again hesitated.

Mia did not answer immediately. For a moment, the brown-eyed woman again pondered the path she was about to take. “Let's make a deal,” said Mia later. His tone sounded slow, but quite firm. Mia seemed to be completely convinced of her decision.

“What kind of deal?” Adriano corrected his sitting position. The man showed an interested look, at the offer from Mia. Adriano's eyes were not as sharp as before.

“Help me uncover Matteo's killer. I'm sure you can do that easily, given how much influence and network you have on mainland Europe. Your power is so broad. You can do everything without any obstacles,” pinta Mia. His tone and eyes were filled with confidence.

“One year has passed. However, the authorities have not been able to disclose the case. Marco continues to work hard. However, everything seems to be in vain,” said Mia again with regret.

“I often hear conversations between Uncle Damiano with Ricci and Marco. My heart aches, because my husband has not received his justice. I promise, once you can find out who the killer Matteo was. .. then .. then I'll give myself to you completely." Mia looked at Adriano sternly, even though her body was shaking violently when she said that.

“You ... willing to hand yourself over to me?” ask her a few moments later. Adriano seemed to want to convince the offer that Mia gave.

“Ya,” replied Mia sure.

“Until when?” ask Adriano again.

“As long as you want,” replied Mia without any hesitation. Whatever he will do, to get justice for the husband whose rights have been forcibly taken away, by someone he does not even know clearly.

Hearing such an answer from Mia, Adriano immediately moved from her seat. He approached the woman who was still sitting gracefully, on a chair not far from her seat earlier. With all the power he had, Adriano turned the chair to face him.

The sturdy man then slightly bent, resting on the two hands he placed on the left and right side of the handle of the chair that Mia was sitting on. Adriano was getting closer, thus making Mia look up slightly as she looked at herself. “Then, let's get married. I want to have you forever. I promise you, will soon find the killer Matteo de Luca,” Adriano said firmly and with emphasis. Her heavy voice echoed in front of Mia's beautiful face.

It was as if she was suffocating when Mia heard the words from Adriano. However, that is the price to be paid in the deal. “Good. We're getting married soon. But you must remember our agreement. Never touch me, before you can bring Matteo's killer to my face,” insisted Mia, holding a sense of turbulence in her heart. Unimaginable, what would have happened had Adriano been able to do that. Mia must prepare to surrender herself.

Adriano shows a grin to Mia. “I'll remember that, Mia. I won't touch you before I present the body of Matteo's killer. Unless, if it was you yourself who came to me to surrender yourself voluntarily." Warm, breath Adriano Mia felt on the surface of her face.

The man looked very different this time. He again looked scary, just like when he gave his threat to Mia a few days ago. However, Mia was trying to keep looking calm. The beautiful woman was getting her feet up. He smiled awkwardly, even though at that moment his chest was rumbling strongly.

“Mother ...” Miabella's soft voice rang out in the room. The presence of Miabella becomes a lifesaver for Mia who can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Instantly, Adriano straightened his body. The man looked at the little girl. Meanwhile, Mia was busy regulating the breath that was stuck in the throat.

“Bella,” greet Adriano accompanied by a warm smile. With steady steps, the man in white shirt walked over to Miabella who was standing by the door. Adriano lowered his body in front of the little brunette girl.

“I wanted to see you play the piano, but it looks like I came late. It'sit's okay. We will have a lot of time,” said Adriano who immediately raised the tiny body of Miabella. He held it with one hand. The weight as small as Miabella, is not too meaningful for the owner of the sturdy body.

“Look. I brought you something.” Adriano grabbed the paper bag he put on the table. He then placed Miabella in one of the chairs.

Seeing that, Mia immediately got up and approached them. He noticed the look on Adriano's face that immediately looked different, when dealing with his daughter.

Adriano brought out a pair of beautiful shoes with a famous brand, for the little girl with gray eyes. “Do you like it, Bella?” asked the man with a smile.

Miabella smiled as she nodded. He looked up at Mia, who then stroked her long hair. “Mother likes it too?” ask plain miabella.

Mia responded to the little girl's question with a nod of agreement. “That's a very pretty shoe, honey,” says Mia while peeping Miabella's head. He glanced at Adriano, who was staring at him. However, Mia did not want to fight that gaze. He prefers to dodge and turn his attention back to Miabella. “Do you want me to make you something for lunch, Bella?” tawar Mia soft.

“I want to invite handsome uncle to play. Can you, Ma?” miabella's question made the two adults look at each other, after hearing the name of the little girl for Adriano.