The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Black Out's

Pierre helped prepare the necessary equipment, to keep an eye on the room opposite his room. Adriano called Mia for a while.

“It's ready, Sir,” whispered Pierre. Adriano looked at me and then nodded. “I'll call you later, honey,” Adriano said gently, then turn her attention to the large room table that is already full of monitors and cameras. Adriano ended the conversation with his wife. He put his cell phone on the table.

Look at the monitor screen at room condition 2205. There were no sightings of anything other than hotel employees cleaning the hallway and room service officers who were milling about. “What room is still empty?” ask Adriano.

“Still, Sir. The tenant has not been seen entering the room,” replied one of Adriano's men.

“Hm." Adriano muttered softly as he nodded and rubbed his jaw. A few hours had passed, only to observe the movements that appeared on the monitor screen, but did not show a meaningful appearance.

Pierre even had to yawn many times so full.

“It's still a long time we have to spend before eight. What do you think we're gonna do? Do we have to stay here?” ask Pierre.

“You don't want to, we have to stay in this place until later tonight. I'm afraid Jacob will catch our movement, if we hang around a lot out there,” Adriano replied as he reached into the bag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He threw the cigarette box on the table, after picking up a stick and igniting it. “You take it,” tell Adriano by pointing to the cigarette pack earlier. “I'll get you breakfast,” said the handsome man got up from sitting down, then contacted the operator. He ordered a portion of the breakfast menu while smoking a cigarette and slowly puffing the smoke.

Not long after, several hotel employees came and knocked on Adriano's room door. Pierre approached and peeked out of the available hole, then turned to his master. “Service room attendant is about to deliver your order, Sir,” reports.

“Be told they left their food trolley at the door,” Adriano said in a flat tone.

“Good.” Pierre nodded and opened the door in half, so that the people outside would not be able to see what was inside the room. He told the hotel clerk exactly as Adriano had told him.

After some of the servants left, Pierre opened the door wide and pushed the two food trolleys into the room. For a moment, everyone who was there forgot the tension and began to enjoy the hotel dishes presented in front of them. “Enak also food. As I recall, the owner of this hotel is my friend as well,” Adriano said.

“It seems to have changed owners, Sir,” said Pierre. “Mr La Roe is no longer living in Monaco. He sold all his assets here,” obviously the Frenchman.

“Oh, then who is the new owner of this place?” ask Adriano.

“Based on the information we have collected, the new owner is a Swedish national,” replied Pierre again.

“Sweden? Hm, so apparently,” murmured Adriano. I don't know what was on the man's mind at the time, when his beautiful blue eyes glared back out the hotel window.

Until the morning passed until late at night, Adriano and his men did not see anything suspicious. No one showed up in Room 2205. Especially Jacob who seemed to disappear swallowed by the earth. Adriano was convinced that Jacob was planning something big for him.

“When you change clothes, Mr.” Pierre's voice breaks Adriano's daydream. The handsome man turned his head and smiled, then stood reaching for the suit offered by the adjutant.

“Master? Are you ready?" asked Pierre from behind the door. Now it is five minutes to eight o'clock,” he reminded.

“I'm ready, Pierre,” Adriano said as he opened the door wide.

Meanwhile, in the hotel lobby, Christiabel had already arrived there. She looks so beautiful and elegant using a blouse top of a long-sleeved smooth satin mocca, with a fairly low v neck collar. He inserted the bottom of the bouse into a span skirt limited to the knee, patterned asymmetrical with matching colors. The span skirt had a fairly high hemisphere, because when Christiabel stepped then her smooth thighs were clearly exposed.

Footsteps wrapped in ankle strap heels of twenty-nine years old woman, looks so elegant when approaching the reception desk of a luxurious design with gold-plated carvings. “Goodnight,” reply. “I've made an appointment with Mr Jacob Karlsberg,” he said friendly.

“You must be Miss Christiabel Cantona,” replied a neatly-tuned female receptionist. “Mr Jacob has ordered that you wait in room 2205. Go ahead. This is the key, Miss,” said the receptionist while handing a card-shaped key to the beautiful woman.

“Thank you,” reply Christiabel smiled warmly upon receiving the key earlier. With a confident step, the woman entered the elevator until she reached the floor she was on. Just when the elevator door opened and the woman came out of it, suddenly the electricity in the five-star luxury hotel went out. It was incomparable how shocked Christiabel was at that moment. He was alone in the dark hotel hallway. Similarly, Adriano felt when the screen monitor and camera recorder that his men put in front of the door 2205, suddenly dark and unable to take any pictures.

Luckily, the power outage did not last long. However, the advanced equipment could not be used immediately because Adriano's men had to reset the settings. Christiabel was grateful when the lights in the hallway of the hotel again turned bright. He walked rather hastily towards room 2205 and immediately unlocked the key. The woman was already looking forward to meeting Adriano, as Jacob had said before. However, he had to be a little disappointed when in the room there was no one. “Maybe Adriano came late,” murmured to herself, then went inside and closed the door.

Across the room where Christiabel was, Adriano was still seriously struggling with a monitor screen that had shown normal images. “How is this, Sir? We don't know what happened during the blackout. It could have been the man had entered into his room.” Adriano's men sounded mischievous.

“The only way to find out is to enter that room,” Adriano said calmly. He then walked towards the door and was about to open it when Pierre blocked his master's arm.

“Be careful, Sir,” said Pierre with a flat face. However, it was clear that his tone was cautious and full of worry.

“Take it easy, Pierre. As long as you are near me, then I will always be safe,” Adriano's clumsiness while patting his aide's shoulder slowly and reciprocating a small smile from the blond man.

With a gallant step, Adriano walked out of the room. He was standing right in front of room 2205. Adriano fell silent and waited for Jacob's next directive. However, the mysterious man did not contact her as he had promised.

Adriano also took the initiative to go to the reception room. He asked for a room key. However, before the man could move, the door of the room opened suddenly. The handsome man was instantly on standby. He pulled the gun out from behind his waist while carefully observing the surroundings before stepping inside.

Room 2205 was as spacious and luxurious as the room he had rented. Adriano can see clearly because the room lighting of the crystal lamp that looks so beautiful and very bright.

Adriano pointed his gun in all directions and grew more alert, as he heard a noise from inside the bathroom. Slowly and carefully, the handsome man walked towards the direction of the voice.

He stood in front of the bathroom door that started to open slightly, along with the door of the hotel room that was closed and locked by himself. To his astonishment, Adriano intended to return to the entrance to check on him. However, immediately the chairman of Tigre Nero stopped his steps, when the melodious voice Christiabel called his name. “Adriano, have you arrived?”