The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Disappear

Upon his arrival in Monaco, Juan Pablo immediately searched for the whereabouts of Don Vargas. However, he did not find the middle-aged man anywhere. "Deborah!" call the thirty-five-year-old man aloud while shaking his waist.

Not long after, a woman about thirty years old came to face. With a respectful attitude, the shoulder-length curly-haired woman stood before Juan Pablo who looked so dashing with his sturdy posture.

"Can I help you, sir?" ask Deborah. He did not dare to resist Juan Pablo's stern gaze directed towards him.

"Do you know where Don Vargas is?" ask Juan Pablo.

"Not long after you left for Italy, Don Vargas left. Until now he has not returned, sir," replied Deborah still in a lowered position.

"Where to go?" ask Juan Pablo again.

"Come, Master. He brought about five bodyguards with him" Deborah explained politely.

Juan Pablo was silent for a moment. "Go away" he shook his hand, signalling that he did not need any more information from the servant. After that, the man in almost the same posture as Adriano stepped into another part of the mansion. His goal was a special room where he used to talk to Don Vargas.

The room he was heading to, was not too large in size. There is a closet with books. In addition, there is also a set of maroon-colored circular sofas with a small glass-lined table. Before sitting down, Juan Pablo poured the drink first. After that, he went to the sofa and threw his body there.

A heavy sigh slid from the lips of the Mexican man. He then grabbed the phone he had placed on the table. Juan Pablo tried to contact Don Vargas. However, he had made several calls, it turns out that Don Vargas' number was out of reach. This made Juan Pablo knit his eyebrows because he did not understand. Don Vargas is not usually difficult to contact like that.

Juan Pablo immediately finished the rest of the drink inside the crystal glass he was holding. He then moved near a large frame, which adorned Don Vargas' photo in an expensive tuxedo suit. Juan Pablo felt the back of the frame until his hand touched a small lever. He then moved the thing. Suddenly, the wooden floor under the frame split in two. They pulled away from each other and showed a staircase leading to the basement.

With steps that still look solid and also very calm, Juan Pablo walked one by one row of stairs to the ground floor. Not to forget, before he turned on the lights so that the secret room became much brighter than before. The dim yellow light did not block Juan Pablo's move towards an iron safe. Near the iron safe, there is an automatic long barrel assault rifle of the type M16. Juan Pablo picked up his beloved firearm, then watched for a while. He hasn't used that rifle in a long time.

Juan Pablo played the assault rifle and aimed it at the wall. One of his eagle eyes squinted while tilting his head. After which, he smiled faintly then

be silent for a moment. I don't know what's on his mind.

The gaze of the golden boy Don Vargas looked up, piercing through the walls of the basement with the wishful thinking drifting in an uncertain direction. Flashes of the past had flashed in the memory, until finally it had to stop when it heard the ringing of such a loud phone in the quiet room.

Immediately, Juan Pablo reached into his pocket and touched the on-screen icon to receive the call. However, he did not have time to make a sound, the call immediately stopped. Astonished, he kept the flat object away from the ear and watched it closely. It was Don Vargas' men who contacted him a few seconds ago.

Juan Pablo was about to call back when an incoming message interfered with the motion of his thumb at the push of the call button. While frowning, he opened the message and grew more astonished. Don Vargas' men sent him a location. “Zlatibor?” juan Pablo.

Without lingering, the man ran up the stairs and closed the basement. He rushes to the study where he and Don Vargas spend a lot of time. After opening the door, Juan Pablo immediately turned around the desk and turned on the computer owned by the owner of the luxury mansion. His fingers were agile typing passwords, then waiting.

A moment later, the flat-screen monitor lit up. Juan Pablo also entered the location point that has been shared by Don Vargas' men. He was further confused when his computer screen showed him a map of Serbia. “Zlatibor's in Serbia? Why el tio go there?” his murmuring seemed to link the eyebrows.

Juan Pablo's body, which had originally been bent over with his hands resting on the table, had now changed position. Juan Pablo sat in Don Vargas' oversized chair while slightly moving the chair using his body. While one hand rubbed his chin. “Zlatibor,” repeat again.

Feeling deadlocked, the Mexican man grabbed a cell phone and tried to contact Don Vargas again for the umpteenth time. But, just like before. Don Vargas's cell phone number could not be reached. “El Tio, you worry me,” his wrath in an annoyed tone.

He stood up and put in his cell phone, rushed out of Don Vargas' office and continued walking out of the mansion.

For some reason all that was in his mind at that time was Adriano. Without a second thought, Juan Pablo immediately headed to his parked car, then drove the vehicle to Adriano's residence.

Not long after, the luxury car driven by the Latin man had entered the spacious courtyard of Adriano's mansion. The vehicle stopped near a fountain located in the middle of the roundabout. At that time, it was seen Adriano who was busy teaching the princess, Miabella continued, riding a two-wheeled bicycle that she had just bought for her beloved little girl.

Adriano immediately stopped his activities when he saw Juan Pablo get off the vehicle gallantly. “Mr Herrera?” a little surprised.

“Good afternoon, Mr. D’Angelo,” Juan Pablo stepped closer to Adriano as he reached out. “Did my arrival interfere?” tanyanya politely.

“Ah, yes. I'd like to ask you something,” he replied. “I ...” Juan Pablo's words paused when the incense stung the sound of Mia's exclamation from inside the mansion. The woman called the husband's name. Not long after, her beautiful face appeared. Mia walked gracefully toward Adriano. The woman always looks charming even though in a simple dress.

At first glance, Adriano glanced at Juan Pablo. He felt a little surprised when he saw the Mexican man was not so concerned about Mia. Unlike before, when Don Vargas' aide was always looking at Mia with intense. Meanwhile, Juan Pablo just looked at Mia with normal eyes, then nodded politely. “Mistress,” sweep.

“How are you, Mr Herrera?” reply Mia friendly. “Why don't you guys come in? The air this afternoon is very hot, not good for health,” advises Mia. His attention then turned to Miabella who was still hiding behind Adriano. “Come, Darling. We bike inside only,” take him. Miabella followed her mother's words without much protest. The little girl paddled her bike slowly beside Mia.

“You heard what my wife said? Let's go in,” take Adriano with a smile. He invited Juan Pablo to come with him to the living room. “Please sit down,” Adriano said as she reached out to the sofa. “Can I help you, Mr Herrera?”

“Thank you,” Juan Pablo positioned himself, sitting on a white luxury sofa and facing Adriano. “It's about Don Vargas, Mr. D’Angelo,” he continued.

“Don Vargas?” Adriano knitted his eyebrows. “What's with him?”

“A few days back, I'm traveling to Italy. However, after returning to Monaco, I could not find Don Vargas anywhere. His phone number could not even be reached until this second,” Juan Pablo explained.

“Then?” adriano's face turned serious. He also moved his body forward and looked sharply at Juan Pablo.

“I just want to know, have you met Don Vargas lately?” juan Pablo asked carefully.

“No. I haven't seen him in person yet. I only contacted him over the phone to discuss business matters,” Adriano explained without hesitation.

“Did he have time to say something to you?” ask Juan Pablo again. “Something specific, maybe?”

Adriano thought for a moment while rubbing his chin. “Nothing. We just talked about the casino. Have you contacted any of the men in Birmingham?” Adrian asked back.

“Already. However, Don Vargas was not there, but ..” Juan Pablo stopped his line. “I just got a message from one of his favorite boys. The message contained a location somewhere,” he continued later in a tone of voice that sounded unsure.

“Where?” Adriano still with a calm and calm style of speech.

“Zlatibor. Have you heard of it, Mister?” juan Pablo's.

“Zlaltibor? Hmm,” Adriano again played the fine feathers on the chin, then fell silent. “Maybe Don Vargas is coming to his colleague there.”

“He has no Serbian colleagues,” refutes Juan Pablo with confidence.

“I think you should investigate directly to that location. Who knows you'll find Don Vargas' whereabouts there,” Adriano's advice.

“Is that?” Juan Pablo seemed to weigh the input of the Tigre Nero clan chief.

“Yes, no harm in trying. Instead of feeling curious,” Adriano's advice while showing off a smile.

“If you could come with me ...” thought Juan Pablo.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Herrera. Not that I refused, but I had promised Mia not to go anywhere in an indeterminate time,” Adriano chuckled after saying so. “However, I have one suggestion for you,”.

“What is it?” Juan Pablo who was interested, immediately leaned his body towards Adriano.

“Try to find an area called Black Tower around Zlatibor. I had information from one of my men, that there was a weapons and drug factory owned by Nenad Ljudevit,”, Adriano replied.