The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Lara Pelipur

“I just want to say goodbye to Damiano,” replied Juan Pablo flatly.

“You know that you are not welcome here. Why bother saying goodbye. Anyway, how did you get in here? Though there has been a clear instruction on the gate officer!” Coco couldn't contain her emotions. His flushed face held in anger with both hands clenched.

“Nak, stop. I gave him permission to enter.” Damiano immediately tried to quell Coco's anger. He rubbed the curly-haired man's back to calm him down. “He intends well by saying goodbye to us. Look, it is you who are not good because you have scared Gianna,” whispered Damiano slowly.

“I'm sorry my husband, Ricci. This is our last day in Italy. Juan Pablo and I will fly to America tomorrow,”. He advanced slowly towards Coco who was still looking intently at Juan Pablo.

“I know what he did is unforgivable. It's only natural that you feel pain and anger. Let's just say, this is the last time we set foot here.” Gianna paused her sentence. After that, Juan Pablo's wife reached out and took something from the bag she was holding.

A package with metallic blue wrapping paper, Gianna handed it to Coco. “This is my wedding gift. Sorry I couldn't attend your party,” he said later.

“What is this?” Coco turned her attention to the gift that was still on top of Gianna's hanging hand.

“Receive, Ricci. Please,” pinta Gianna expectantly.

With a heavy heart, Coco picked up the package. “Grazie,” he said slowly.

“May you always be happy with your wife, Ricci. Stop looking at the past. Same as me. I no longer want to look back. My focus now is the future with the people I love.” Gianna's sweet smile grew. His eyes glazed over as Coco was also staring at him tearfully as well.

“Free yourself from the shackles of the past. Face your beautiful life with Francesca,” Gianna added.

“May you also always be happy, Gianna.” Coco nodded and smiled faintly. He then turned around without turning his head again, leaving Juan Pablo looking at him with an indecipherable look.

“Implicate my son's attitude. All this is not easy for him,” Damiano said after Coco was not seen there. “Matteo is not only a friend to Coco, but already like a sibling. The boy was an orphan since childhood. Matteo and his parents acted as a substitute for both parents. They also lavish Coco with the affection she can't get from a family she can't have anymore,” Damiano said gently. He tried to explain that there were no more bad thoughts between them.

“When Matteo is gone, Coco is like losing her life,” Damiano said again as she sighed, then rubbed the corner of her watery eyes.

Juan Pablo, who had been quieter than before, hugged Damiano once more. “We bear each other's wounds. Forgive me for getting lost first,” he said softly with a face that sank on the old man's shoulder.

“Listen to my oath, Damiano. I'm not going to dirty my hands anymore with human lives. From this moment on, I will change. As much as possible I will be a protector for anyone who needs.” Juan Pablo was crying. His tears, which were only tears, turned out to be known by Damiano.

The old man hugged Juan Pablo back even tighter. “Casa de Luca is your home too. Come back here whenever you want,”.

“Gracias, Damiano. If the time comes and Matteo's friends don't look at me hatefully, I'll come back here again,” Juan Pablo said. After that, she shook Damiano's hand tightly before stepping out of the magnificent Casa de Luca building while guiding Gianna who could not walk fast because of her pregnancy.

However, before entering the vehicle, Juan Pablo had looked up and stared softly at Coco who was also looking at him. Juan Pablo nodded. But Coco did not reply. He turned around and closed the balcony door.

With slow steps, Coco walked towards the bed and sat on the edge. He lowered his head while propping up with both hands, then slowly sank.

“See this gift from Gianna, Ricci. Lovely once.” Cheerful cries from Francesca, inevitably make him lift his face and look at the wife.

He saw Francesca wearing a complete set of jamrud-eyed jewelry, ranging from earrings, necklaces, to bracelets. The woman became more beautiful. The jewelry was so fitting and beautiful to wear by Francesca.

“You are so beautiful, Francy,” flatter Coco while standing up and welcoming the slender body of Francesca. He kissed the face and neck of the woman who would accompany him for the rest of his life. He also showed off a warm smile for the beautiful woman. However, one thing Coco forgot, was wiping away her tears.

“Why are you crying? What's up, honey?” ask Francesca. Her lentic fingers gently rubbed the corner of her husband's eyes. But Coco did not answer. He just shook his head weakly without making a sound.

“Is it because of Juan Pablo?” francesca Terka.

Coco did not answer. He instead buried his face in the neck of Francesca's level and played around there for a while.

“Oh, Ricci,” Francesca groaned softly, as her husband sucked and kissed her neck violently. The woman understood that every time Coco did that, it meant that her husband was suppressing the emotional turmoil in the chest.

“Stop,” painstakingly Francesca pushed back Coco's body and looked on pity at her. “Other thing you're worried about? I'm here and I'll stay by your side. You're not alone anymore, Ricci. Until anytime, there are me and our children who will always eliminate your loneliness,” said Francesca.

“Let go all the load,” he said as he placed his palm on the chest of Coco's field. “Everyone deserves a second chance, he is no exception. If you want to open the door sorry for him, then I think you can present another figure Matteo. You know who he really is?” continued Francesca with a soft speech.

Coco understood, ‘dia’ is meant by his wife is Juan Pablo. However, he chose not to respond. The curly-haired man took off the jewelry on Francesca's body and helped store it inside a special box. After that, he pulled the wife's body and pointed it at the top of the bed. "Calm me" she whispered as she removed the long string that crossed each other on the front of Francesca's dress. After the rope was removed, the dress was wide open and can be removed easily.

The hazel-eyed lady just fell silent. He let Coco with whatever she wanted, including when the curly-haired man laid down his finished body which was covered only in underwear. The chest is perfectly exposed.

Francesca smiled gently at Coco who was lying on her side near her. They kissed affectionately for a while, before Coco diverted the kiss at the peak which left her challenged. While the man's right hand slipped into the white triangular cloth, which still protected Francesca from her mischief that would soon become more and more.

The beautiful woman also sways her beautiful body accompanied by a quiet village. A tingling taste mixed with pleasure fused in him, presenting a hot sensation that made him want to get something more than just a touch. Diruenya Coco's back hair that still pours the face on the chest and as if do not want to stop enjoying hidden pink marble.

"What else are you waiting for?" francesca whispered with her voice that sounded spoiled, making Coco raise her face and smile.