The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
This is Mine

A cloudy day in early autumn, when it was past noon. Juan Pablo woke up with his head a little dizzy, after a night of drinking and having to deal with Jacob. The handsome Mexican man sat for a moment on the edge of the bed, before deciding to go to the bathroom. A heavy sigh accompanies his memory of what was truly unexpected last night.

I don't know what is behind Jacob, so meet him and ask for a flash containing client data and all things related to Killer X. Juan Pablo felt he did not keep it, despite the fact that he had destroyed the headquarters of the assassins.

Juan Pablo kept thinking hard. He scooped up his rough face, then restored the dark hair that was still a little disheveled backwards. Her memory then goes to Pedro and a flash drive she accidentally finds in a jeans pocket, after she returns from Arizona.

"What's that flash?" juan Pablo thought softly. He then moved from his seat, then walked towards a table with several neatly arranged drawers. Juan Pablo opened and checked every drawer. "Where is that thing? I think I've kept it here" thought the honey-brown-eyed man. He stood up for a moment, thinking while shaking his waist.

Juan Pablo then spread his gaze around his spacious and black room. The atmosphere was very different from Adriano's room.

The man's gaze was then fixed on a table. On the table, there was a small box of aluminum. Juan Pablo immediately stepped in. He sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the box. Juan Pablo immediately opened the lid.

Inside the box were some things. One of them is flash. But there are three things in there that are the same. "God. Real nice. You're really troubling me, Jacob. I should have eliminated you last night so that it would no longer be a threat" muttered Juan Pablo complaining of his decision to let Jacob slip away. If he was in full consciousness last night, then he would have been much easier to finish off the Swedish man.

"Braven you, Jacob! How dare you threaten me" Juan Pablo grumbled again. However, before long the well-built man immediately turned his attention to the mobile phone vibrating on the table near the sleeping lights. Juan Pablo grabbed the thing and checked it. Mathea's name is on the screen as a caller. The man also knitted his eyebrows. "Bueno," he said slowly in Mexican. All the anger he felt disappeared instantly, while talking to his mother.

"What are you doing, son?" the woman asked softly, from thousands of miles away.

"I just woke up. What's up, mom? Is there a problem?" Juan Pablo asked back as he stood up and approached the window.

"There's nothing, son. I'm just worried if ...." Mattea hesitated to continue his sentence. "Ah, forget. I'm just worried that you're doing things in Italy" Juan pablo's mother said.

"I'm in Monaco, ma'am. Just chill. I will not disturb the peace of my father, even though he threw us away and assumed that my mother and I never existed" Juan Pablo said, smiling.

"Take it all off, son. There's no point in you holding a grudge. It's all over. After all, our lives are happy and fine even without him" Mattea said again with a soft speech.

"A few days ago I met him, ma'am" Juan Pablo said.

"Oh, huh? Then, how do you feel?" ask Mattea.

"Remember this message from your mother, Juanito. Revenge will only eat away at your soul. You look alive from the outside, but you're gonna die slowly in there." From Mattea's intonation, it was clear that the woman was a very patient and loving person.

"I understand, ma'am. Gracias" said Juan Pablo, smiling faintly.

"All right, I'll hang up the phone, kid. Today I got a meeting invitation from the city council. Oh, ja. If there's any loose time, bring Gianna here. I really wanted to talk to him" Mattea said excitedly.

"Sure, madam. If there's time, I'll take him there" Juan Pablo said before hanging up. That's what Mattea does every day, to reduce the longing for Juan Pablo, his only son.

While Juan Pablo looked pensive for a moment while observing the screen of the phone that had turned dark. He then refocused his attention on the three flash drives in the box he still held. Juan Pablo got up from there and decided to go outside. He continued walking towards the study and started turning on the laptop. One man's hand he tapped on the table, while the other hand deftly inserted the tip of the flash into the USB port. He opened and checked the contents of the flash he found one by one.

The contents of the first flash are not so important. It contains only the financial statements of his casino and nightclub that have been running on behalf of Don Vargas. Feeling nothing on the first flash, he then switched to the second flash.

The flash drive contained only the flow of funds he had spent on the Killer X organization. At that time, Juan Pablo paid Lionel's men in large quantities to execute Matteo de Luca. Thomas Bolton and Andreja, two of Killer X's best killers, must die at the hands of Adriano and Coco.

Juan Pablo took off the second flash, then moved to the last flash. He still remembers if the contents of the third flash was a video recording made by Pedro. However, in order to convince himself of the contents, Juan Pablo returned to play the recording until it was finished.

Moments later, the honey-brown-eyed man frowned, not finding anything strange in the video even though he had watched and observed it many times. Juan Pablo also intended to take out the flash before seeing a flashing sign on the folder screen.

Juan Pablo pointed a chair at the flashing mark, making his laptop screen turn dark for a while. Soon, the image on the screen returned to normal. However, in the top corner of the folder icon appears two new folders. Juan Pablo was astonished. "So those two folders weren't there" he murmured to himself.

Intrigued, Juan Pablo directed the cursor and pressed enter. Exit all the thousands of data and graphs. There is also a blueprint of the Killer headquarters building along with all its mathematical calculations. The eagle-eyed man smiled widely. "So, this is what you're looking for, Jacob?" abugn. Juan Pablo then turned to the next folder which turned out to contain data from all clients and parties who had hired the services of the assassin organization.

"Because tio Pedro gave this thing to me, then this flash is mine." Juan Pablo smiled cynically as he leaned his back against the back of the chair.

The man was silent for a moment while tapping his fingers on the surface of the table. A moment later, he grabbed the phone that had been placed on the table next to the laptop. Of the many contacts, he chose the name of the chairman Tigre Nero and touched the call button. With two dial tones only, the call is connected. There was a heavy sound of Adriano from across the street. "Pronto," said.

"Hello, Adriano. What are you doing? I hope you're not busy, because I'm planning a big party to celebrate the opening of our casino in Birmingham. I need you to come and help me organize the party" Juan Pablo asked.