The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Critical Condition
"Mia," Adriano's heavy voice rang out on the other end of the phone, resuscitating the beautiful woman from her deep sleep. In an instant, Mia woke up. He got up, then sat leaning against the head of the bed.
"Adriano, how are you? Honey, why did you just call me?" mia's spoiled voice sounded so sweet in Adriano's ears. About three days after his departure to Serbia, he had just contacted Mia again.
"I'm sorry I just called you" Adriano replied. The man was silent for a moment. A heavy sigh was heard several times, filling his silence.
"Are you okay, Adriano?" ask Mia. She could feel something was wrong from her husband.
"I'm fine, Mia," said the blue-eyed man slowly. "Can you call Francesca and tell her to come to Brescia?"
"For what? Did something happen to Ricci?" Mia fixed the sitting position. His face looked worried too.
"I've contacted Pierre. He'll come pick you up tomorrow. So get ready to go to Serbia. One more thing, just leave Miabella to Damiano," Adriano's message later.
"What's up, Adriano? Did something serious happen? Just tell me," scowled Mia with great worry.
"It's okay, honey. You'd better call Francesca and prepare your departure. That's it, Mia," finished saying so, Adriano immediately hung up. The strange attitude of the man, of course, had aroused such great curiosity in Mia's heart. However, as much as possible the mother of Miabella put aside the unpleasant feelings earlier. He immediately contacted Francesca, and asked her to come to Brescia with supplies.
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The next day, a black sedan stopped in the spacious courtyard of Casa de Luca. A blonde man got out of the car. He then walked over while removing the black glasses he was wearing.
"Pierre" said Mia, who had stood on the porch, to greet her husband's loyal aide.
"Mrs, how are you?" father Pierre nodded politely. "Are you ready to go? The plane that will take us to Serbia is waiting in Milan" he said.
"Yes," Mia replied hesitantly, "you know what happened?" the brown-eyed lady asked.
"I don't know, Madam. Master only ordered me to pick you up and accompany you to Serbia. That's it, "pierre replied with certainty, even though Mia knew that the Frenchman was hiding something. However, Mia is sure that if soon she will soon find out.
With a wave of hands from Miabella in Damiano's arms, the black sedan drove out of the spacious courtyard of Casa de Luca. On the way to Malpensa airport in Milan, there was not much conversation between the three of them. Pierre, who was sitting next to the driver, looked busy with his phone. While Mia and Francesca also dissolve in their minds.
After a while had passed, they finally arrived at their destination. Immediately, Pierre pointed the two beauties at a pre-prepared private jet.
"We're leaving now, ma'am," said Pierre, who immediately responded to a soft nod from Mia.
"Come, Mia. I'm very worried about Ricci. Yesterday, when he came home from Rome he fell off his bike. I had intended to come to Brescia, but he refused because he was going to Serbia with your husband" Francesca said regretfully.
"God. Why didn't Ricci say anything to me. I just met her at dinner, but she looks fine. Oh .. I'm sorry, Francy. I'm less sensitive," Mia also regretted herself.
"It's okay, Mia. It should have been me who was much more attentive to her," Francecsa bowed lethargicly. Shown in his memory, the last quarrel between him and Coco was a few days ago. "I always thought that Ricci could take care of himself" said the girl again very slowly.
"Alright, Francy. Pray that everything will be fine" comforted Mia while rubbing the shoulders of the sister who was still bowed lethargic.
Without notice, the air journey to Serbia has ended. The plane landed at Nikola Tesla airport in Belgrade. From there, Pierre took the two women to Zlatibor.
In the end, the car they were riding in stopped in front of a five-story building, with a predominance of orange. The building was among the pine trees with a very beautiful view. Mia tote a small bag containing her change of clothes, while Francesca stuffed her clothes into a backpack. The two women followed Pierre, who was about to enter the building.
"Wait a minute!" prevent Mia. He stunned Pierre, then turned his head. "Why did you bring us here?" asked Mia with great emphasis. His mind was already in disarray, when he realized that the building was a hospital.
"What's this?" francesca asked with teary eyes.
"You two go first. The explanation is inside" Pierre said, feeling uncomfortable with the two women's unrest.
"No, Pierre! Please tell me right now!" press Mia firmly.
"Please, Mistress. Mr. D'Angelo was already waiting inside," Pierre subtly refused. He hinted for the two brothers to follow him again.
While Mia and Francesca looked at each other for a moment. Now they are feeling the same. Immediately, the two followed Pierre into the five-story building.
From a distance, Adriano seemed to be sitting half-bending while supporting his head using both palms. Relieved, that was what Mia felt when she saw her husband was fine. Not with Francesca. The unrest still enveloped him clearly. The girl was fixated, as they were already standing near Adriano who was seen putting on a tense look. "Where's Ricci?" ask her with a trembling voice. Francesca's feelings were so unsettled as she waited for an answer from her sister-in-law.
Adriano did not answer immediately. He glanced at Mia for a moment. The blue-eyed man knew very well the meaning of the wife's gaze towards him. However, Adriano had to keep giving them the real explanation.
"Say, Adriano," asked Mia in a slightly cornering tone.
"Ricci's in the treatment room. He had undergone a series of operations, but his condition is still critical to date" explained Adriano who immediately made Francesca limp and almost fell, if Pierre did not immediately hold the girl's body.