The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Primo Enigma

Olivia stared fixedly at Mia and Miabella, who at that time still looked strange with the atmosphere of the magnificent mansion owned by Adriano. The black-haired girl never expected, that Adriano's return this time to Monaco would bring a huge surprise for him. The beautiful feeling that had grown in the heart of the girl from Corsica Island, became shattered instantly. Moreover, because Adriano also married a widow.

It's not the same with Olivia. Pierre was equally surprised at the tacit decision of his employer. The forty-year-old felt that after the events of two years ago, Adriano seemed to hide many secrets from him. In fact, Pierre was an aide to the trust of the beautiful man for a long time. There was a sense of disappointment in Pierre's heart, because he could not even attend Adriano's wedding.

“Olivia, tell the butler to have her prepare a room for my daughter,” Adriano said as she lifted up Miabella's tiny body in her arms. The little girl immediately wrapped her hands around the neck of the man who had now become a surrogate father to her. He also rested his head on Adriano's shoulders so comfortably, that it made Olivia or Pierre assume that the child had known Adriano for a long time.

“Good, Sir,” Olivia said with forced look. Limp, his feet stepped into the interior of the mansion to convey Adriano's message to the butler.

Meanwhile, Pierre had not spoken a word. His gaze was fixed on Mia, and occasionally on the little girl who was still struggling spoiled to her master. Pierre felt he had seen the woman, but he forgot when and where exactly.

“You like this place, Principessa?” adriano asked as he walked in with Miabella. Next to her, Mia chose not to talk much. Unexpectedly, if she would return to that magnificent place with the status of wife of Adriano. Pierre pulled them from behind.

“Your house is very big, Daddy Zio,” said plain Miabella, but managed to make Adriano laugh softly. He kissed the brown-haired girl's puffed cheek with anxiety. It is clear how much love Adriano has for the daughter of the late Matteo de Luca.

“Place like this is called mansion, Bella,” reply Adriano. “You will definitely be comfortable staying here. I will prepare a special place to be your playground. You will definitely like it, dear,” continued the blue-eyed man gently.

“I'm used to playing with Grandpa Damiano. When mother is not there, grandfather always takes me to the garden,” said Miabella again making Mia's feelings again sliced when she heard it. He immediately bowed as he touched the corner of his eye.

Meanwhile, Adriano only smiled faintly in response to the little girl's innocent remark, glancing at Mia who was still silent.

“From now on, your mother is not going anywhere, Bella. I promise that he will always accompany you to play, because I will scold him if he leaves again,” Adriano said a little jokingly, making Miabella smile at him.

“Didn't you like my mom so much? That means you can't scold him, Daddy Zio. Damiano's grandfather said, if it's dear then it won't be angry. Therefore grandfather never scolded me,” said Miabella again, making Adriano can only scratch his forehead.

“Oh, okay. Then I won't scold your mother, because I love her so much.” Adriano laughed softly.

While Mia immediately turned her head and looked at the man for a moment, before Olivia came and informed her that the room for Miabella was ready. “The room for the little lady is ready. Mrs Calantha prepared the main guest room located in the north corridor,” Olivia reported as she occasionally glanced at Mia.

“Oh, yes. It was a nice place, as it faced directly into the garden next to the mansion. You'll love your room, Bella.” Adriano gave a smile again to the little girl who had not come down from her sling.

Before heading to Miabella's room, Adriano turned to Pierre, who had been watching them. “Pierre, wait for me in the meeting room. There is something we must discuss,” his word with a look and tone is much different, with the one he had shown to Miabella.

Without asking much, the brown-haired man nodded respectfully. “Good, Sir. I'll be there soon,” reply politely. He rushed towards the room that Adriano mentioned earlier.

Meanwhile, Adriano and Mia head to the room that has been prepared for Miabella. They leave Olivia still glued to her place, staring at the man passing by with the woman she just married.

Justright. The room in question is indeed very comfortable, with a fairly wide window. The window faces directly into the garden next to the mansion. The room was also very spacious, for the size of a guest room. There is a large bed, with a bed decorated with white mosquito nets.

“Don't overdo it, Adriano. I'm afraid Miabella will become a spoiled girl, if you treat her in such a way,” protests Mia slowly.

“What's wrong, Mia. I will do the same to you,” replied Adriano with a meaningful gaze, to the woman who was also staring at him. However, not long ago Mia chose to turn her face to avoid the blue eyes that felt washed away, and will make anyone who saw it must feel lost.

Mia did not want and certainly did not feel ready, to fall in the vortex that Adriano created for her. He was not thinking about love this time. The woman ignored the sense of loneliness without a man. For Mia, solitude would be much better than having to betray her fond memories with Matteo.

However, it is different with his current situation. On the one hand, Mia hopes that Adriano can soon find the perpetrator of Matteo's murder. However, on the other hand, he must be ready to surrender himself if the man has succeeded in fulfilling the promise. Mia continued to be pensive while accompanying Miabella who had fallen asleep.

Meanwhile, Adriano heads to the meeting room to discuss something important with the loyal aide. Pierre Corbyn had been waiting for him since then so patiently. He immediately welcomed Adriano's presence in the room.

The meeting room was not very spacious, but the interior design looked very modern. There is also equipped with a variety of supporting furniture, which makes the impression of luxury and elegance increasingly felt.

In the room, there is a round table, with several chairs that complement it. One of the seats there was reserved for Adriano. Pierre immediately invited his master to sit down.

“Who is the woman you have married, Sir? Frankly, I feel like I've seen it,” Pierre said. Adriano's presence there, immediately greeted by a question that has since made the aide think hard.

“Finally she became my legitimate wife, Pierre,” Adriano replied as she sat in her great chair with great dignity. The man then opened the files he had brought from Italy. Not yet answered his question about Mia, the pile of paper on the table made Pierre again approached by a growing curiosity.

Pierre was sitting in a chair close to Adriano. The man focused on paying attention to the pile of paper that was being examined by his employer for a while.

Not long after, there was the sound of a long breath sliding from Adriano's lips. The beautiful man, then tidied up the pile of paper in front of him. He turned his gaze to Pierre who had looked confused since then was also very curious. "Study these files well," he said as he handed the map containing the sheet of paper, to the believer.

"What is this file, sir? Are you going to buy more land?" pierre asked, linking his eyebrows. He grabbed the map and opened it. Just reading the front page, his eyes were already perfectly wide. "Cannot be. Is this true?" he mumbled in disbelief.

"Yes, Pierre," answered Adriano convincingly. "Matteo de Luca was killed about a year ago in Milan. He was attacked from behind in an unarmed position at all." Adriano paused for a moment while exhaling a deep breath. "You know how tough the man was, so Matteo's opponent had to kill him fraudulently" the man continued in a regretful tone.

"You mean?" asked Pierre not to understand.

"One man is unable to take down a Matteo de Luca, so it takes four men at a time to execute the man simultaneously. I really wonder who is behind all this. His closest people thought that Matteo was finished off with a very sophisticated weapon, and was carried out by snipers. He even thought that Matteo was finished off with a homemade weapon" Adriano said with a glare.

"What a tragic end. But isn't that good, sir? With the death of Matteo, it means you no longer have to bother to dirty your hands with blood," Pierre said, grinning with satisfaction.

Adriano stared intently at the adjutant, when he heard this remark. Pierre said so, because the man did not know that Adriano had given up the intention to take revenge, which he had designed as well as possible. "I didn't expect Matteo to die that way. It feels too unfortunate that someone as great as him should end up in the hands of cowards" Adriano said with deep emphasis.

"Yes, you're absolutely right. However, if he was indeed finished off with his own homemade weapon ..it would be much easier to detect. As far as I know, the weapons made by the Klan de Luca are not sold freely to anyone. That's what I heard from your colleague Sergei Redomir" Pierre said.