The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Juan Pablo Herrera's

After an air journey of approximately eleven hours, Juan Pablo finally arrived at Don Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla Airport, which is the 3rd busiest airport in Mexico and connects to several destinations. Examples are the United States and Europe.

With a casual look in jeans equipped with a t-shirt and also a blazer, Juan Pablo looks so confident while carrying a not-so-big tote bag. A pair of black sneakers of white poles accompanied his steps that immediately headed out of the airport. There, a pickup car had been waiting for him since a while ago. Without lingering, the man who continued to put on a flat and cold look immediately entered and sat quietly in the backseat.

"Direct to your residence, Mister?" ask the driver in black.

"Yes" replied Juan Pablo while fixing the black glasses he was wearing. After that, he looked out the window and stared at the streets of Guadalajara. At first glance, his memory is directed to Don Vargas, the old man who had always been with him. The journey felt different, because he had to pass alone.

After the death of his father, Don Vargas came as a figure who has been considered to fill the absence of the head of the family in Juan Pablo's life. The sense of loss is very great, of course present and leaves a stifling regret.

While on the way, finally the black sedan car carrying Juan Pablo arrived in the courtyard of a magnificent house in the center of Guadalajara. The black vehicle stopped right near the steps leading to the terrace. There, already stood a middle-aged woman with a midi long-sleeved dress equipped with a pair of brown kitten heels. The woman with the black hair of the boat showed a full smile when Juan Pablo approached her. The honey-brown-eyed man flashed an ordinary gaze at first. However, over time the gaze turned even more muted.

"Juanitos. My son," greet the woman with an elegant appearance earlier. He cupped Juan Pablo's face, then kissed his forehead.

"How are you, Mother?" juan Pablo replied as he kissed the hand of the woman who had given birth to him with great emotion.

"My news will always be good after seeing that you're okay, son," Juan Pablo's mother said. Before long, he immediately led the child into their luxurious silence. Juan Pablo smiled slightly as his mother clasped his arm. "I'm glad you finally came. How long haven't you been seeing me, son?" the middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful, sat next to her son while crossing her legs.

"I feel so fucked up, Mom," said Juan Pablo quietly. "After el tio's departure, everything was so different. It was like when I lost my father twenty-four years ago" Juan Pablo set his sights on a wide, square table made entirely of glass. There, there are some decorations as a complement to the beauty of the house around which is made of glass as well.

"I never saw him again. How unfortunate. I hope you don't prolong this matter, son," he asked as if he could guess what his son would do.

"I have to find the head of el tio, Mother. Only then can I feel calm, "denied Juan Pablo as if he refused an indirect request from his mother.

"No, Son. I know that you're a tough guy and can handle anyone. However, please also think about your mother's feelings, "please ask the woman again while placing her hand on the back of the child's hand. "As long as you're not here, my heart always feels ungodly. I want you to settle in Mexico, Juan."

"I spend my time everywhere, Mother. You already know it" Juan Pablo argued again.

"I hope it's not Italy" said the honey-brown-eyed woman suddenly looking uneasy.

"Come, Mother. We've talked about it a lot" said Juan Pablo. The dark-haired man then fell silent for a moment. "I can't stay here long, because I still have business in America" Pablo said.

"Always so," the mother protested, "When I knew you were coming, I immediately prepared everything you liked. One of them is Enchilada. I immediately prepared it shortly after you said you had arrived at the airport. You must miss your mother's cooking, right?"

Juan Pablo took a deep breath as he shook his head slowly. He also looked at the mother with different eyes. No matter how cold his attitude toward others may be, but he cannot behave like that to the woman who has given birth to him. "Mom wants to lock me up here? I should have invited you to Monaco and live with me there" he said. Then he changed position. Juan Pablo was now laying down with his head on the lap of a graceful and elegant woman, who immediately stroked her soft black hair. "I know someone. She is a blonde girl and also has blue eyes. He is much younger than me" said the owner of the scorpion tattoo.

"Did the girl smile sincerely at you?" asked the mother without stopping her soft caress.

"I call him Bice (The Happiness Giver). She's a very sweet Italian girl" Juan Pablo said with a bright look. His concern floated on the incident a few days ago, when he was doing a hot struggle with Gianna. However, a moment later the shadow turned to the figure of the face of Lionel, the Swedish man whose real name is Melker Eidef Kielman. Juan Pablo's face changed.

"Oh, son. I am happy to hear that someone has touched your heart" said the woman again with a raised smile. Juan Pablo never told him anything about a woman.

The next day, on a hot afternoon in the outskirts of Guadalajara. Juan Pablo stopped the black sedan he was driving in front of a three-story house. From the outside, the building looked like it was uninhabited. However, when Juan Pablo set foot on the steps of the first rung, the sound of gunfire immediately greeted the thirty-five-year-old. "It's me, Juan Pablo Herrera," cried the honey-brown-eyed man loudly.

Not long after, the lawyer with two doors in front of him was open. Three men with the face of Sangar came out and welcomed his arrival. "Mr Herrera? Can we help you?" ask one of them.

"Take me to your boss" he asked expressionlessly.

"Our boss is ...."

Without waiting for one of the men to continue his words, Juan Pablo just walked forward, then stood before the man who seemed to be the chairman of his two colleagues. "My mood is not good, and I'm sure you won't like it" said the man with the black blazer.

Hearing Juan Pablo's tone accompanied by a sharp highlight, the man immediately invited him to enter. He directed the man towards a room that seemed to be the place of their boss. Enrique Espinoza Bravo, chairman of Mexico's most respected drug cartel. He was notorious for being extremely ruthless towards his business opponents. Countless how many thousands of lives had already floated in the hands of that shoulder-length curly-haired man.

Juan Pablo stood not far from the man who was engrossed in making out with a woman wearing only braless underwear, so that her raw papaya-like chest was clearly exposed. The comfort woman sat on Enrique's lap while wearing a chain necklace that adorned the neck of the long-haired man. While Enrique laughed with his hand moving wildly on certain areas. However, the man immediately stopped his mischievous actions, when he noticed Juan Pablo's presence there. He immediately lowered the woman from the lap and told her to leave the room.

The blonde woman said. Without feeling uncomfortable at all, he walked past Juan Pablo with a smile and a delinquent look full of temptation. But Juan Pablo didn't care. His gaze continued on Enrique, not looking at the nearly naked woman.

"Juan Pablo Herrera's. It's an honor to visit here, "welcome Enrique standing up, and then raise the zipper of his pants that open.

"I happen to be in Mexico. So, I decided to meet you," Juan Pablo replied normally. "No need to make small talk. You know what I mean by coming here" said the man again.

"Come on. I've asked Don Vargas for an extension of time" Enrique said, putting on a strange face.

"Don Vargas has given me all responsibility. Everything related to his business I've taken over. We've been giving you too long so you can pay off the rest of your gun order payments. I don't want to wait anymore" said Juan Pablo.

"Come on, my money's not liquid yet" said Enrique.

"Then give me one hand and one leg, then I will consider it all paid off" Juan Pablo sneered. His movement so quickly gripped and twisted the hand of the chairman of the drug cartel. "I know you're a very dangerous person, but never forget who I am" she said, again grinning. Juan Pablo's energy was getting stronger to twist Enrique's hand, until the long-haired man was grimacing small.

"Alright, alright. I'll transfer the rest of the payments soon" Enrique said by force.

"I want some cash. Now too!" juan Pablo. "Don't worry, I'll wait while you count your money" he said again, throwing Enrique's hand violently. He then sat on the sofa while putting his left foot over the right thigh. His gaze was sharply directed at Enrique who was turning his safe.

Look at some piles of money in the form of American dollars in there. That's just a fraction of Enrique's wealth. He took the money, then the man put it in a bag. When he finished, he immediately offered it to Juan Pablo who had stood up and immediately received the bag. "Make sure the amount is right, because I'm too busy to recalculate this money" he said.

"Just relax, I won't dare to betray you" Enrique said.

Without further ado, Juan Pablo immediately passed from before Enrique. He stepped out of the building. Juan Pablo drove his car the other way. His purpose at that time was a special military cemetery. After parking his vehicle, the man went down without taking off the sunglasses he was wearing. Standing in front of one of the navels, Juan Pablo's eyes stared at the name nanar listed there. Sebastian Naldo Quentiero's.