The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
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Carlo reached into the cell phone he kept in his jacket pocket. The leather jacket itself he tenteng since earlier, and has not been worn from after a panco fight with Lucas. The man with dark hair then checked his smart communication device. Adriano's name is clearly on the screen as a caller.

"Pronto" said Carlo politely.

"Where are you guys? I thought you'd brought Miabella in." Adriano sounded angry at the time.

"Yet, sir. Me and Miss Miabella are in the garden by the side. We'll be right in," break up Carlo. He gestured to Miabella who was about to protest at him. A moment later, Carlo ended the conversation. He put the phone back in the pocket of a jacket he didn't wear. The tattooed man only carries her with his left hand, then immediately leads Miabella with his right.

"I don't want to go in, Carlo! Just take me somewhere else, but don't go in front of daddy zio!" it was Pinta Miabella who continued to resist as Carlo led her in. The beautiful girl tried to release the clutches of the bodyguard's hands from her wrists. However, Carlo's hand grip was too strong. Inevitably, Miabella finally chose to obey.

"Why are you doing this, Carlo? I'm sure you wouldn't do anything to defend me, if daddy zio glared, yelled, and scolded me again like that." Miabella continued to grumble while following the steps of the sturdy body guard.

"I'm not going to do anything, Miss," said Carlo calmly.

"Yes that's who you are. You do not dwell if you have faced the lord D'Angelo the ruler," said Miabella.

"He's your father, Miss. You love and admire him so much. To you, there is no man in the world better than Mr. Adriano D'Angelo. That's what you often tell me" Carlo reminded Miabella of her favorite words.

"Daddy Zio is indeed an irreplaceable idol, but that was before he glared and said in a high tone to me," denied Miabella still felt herself innocent at all.

Carlo immediately stopped his steps, when he heard the words of the beautiful gray-eyed girl he was still leading. The man with a posture of 185 cm turned his head, then clucked slowly. "It is only natural that a father reprimands his son in such a manner. While still at the halfway house, Miranda often told me about the difference in parenting between a father and a mother. From there I understood a little, although I had never felt what life was like in the care of a father. To me, all are represented by the presence of Mr. Adriano." Carlo stared fixedly at Miabella who was just glued at that moment.

"I don't like being treated like that by daddy zio." Miabella still looks unacceptable for Adriano's tough attitude earlier.

"Gosh, Miss." Carlo clucked softly while shaking his head inexplicably. "I think Mr. Adriano did it just so you stopped acting out of control. After all, I think what he did earlier was very natural and necessary to deal with the girl who ...." Carlo did not continue his words.

"What's? You want to say something?" ask Miabella. The girl felt that something was wrong when she saw Carlo's strange behavior.

"Yes. Mr. Adriano's decisive attitude is perfect for confronting a rebel like you" replied Carlo who then laughed crisply at his own words. He turned around and again led Miabella down a long corridor from the garden to the living room.

"It sucks! So, you think I'm like a rebel?" miabella Protest. He did not try to resist anymore, despite feeling lazy because he had to follow the steps of the personal guard.

"You are indeed a rebel, Miss," Carlo said without turning his head. "If I had a child, I would follow the parenting pattern of Mr. Adriano. Yes, even though I think he's spoiling you too much," said the man again as he continued to walk straight.

"You have a child? After all, who would want to marry you?" siabella's lips, made Carlo again stop his steps and turn his head. He looked back at the daughter of the man who was also an idol to him.

While Miabella could not help but laugh. The girl again followed the steps of the tattooed man until she arrived at the door of the family room. "Tell you something" said Miabella before deciding to pass through the door with its beautifully carved edges.

"If you want to attract the attention of a girl, then wear a lot of fragrant oil with a slightly classy aroma," the gray-eyed beautiful girl sneered. He took his hand off Carlo. Miabella enters, leaving the man still riveted. A moment later, Carlo took the initiative to sniff his own armpits.

Meanwhile, in a very comfortable family room, Mia with Adriano who was sitting together on a luxurious sofa and looks soft. The couple immediately turned their heads when Miabella was present and stood before the two. Their distance is limited only by a glass-lined table, on which are small balls of crystal.

"Bella," said Mia. He stood up and took his daughter to sit down. "Come, Honey. Comeoverhere. We're having a casual conversation here."

However, Miabella refused immediately. "I'll just stand, Mother. My feet will tingle if taken sitting at this time. I was afraid of kicking the tables and chairs again," said the long-haired girl with an expression that looked very contrived. However, he could not be rude or disrespectful in front of his parents.

"Ow, but I'm sure you wouldn't dare to do it" Adriano responded casually.

"Why not? For a rebel like me, anything can happen" Miabella said at will.

While Mia and Adriano just took a slow breath. They actually wanted to laugh at his eldest daughter's attitude and words. However, the two did not want to make Miabella become even more upset.

"All right." Adriano then moved from his seat. He then stepped up near Miabella standing up. "You're still pissed at me, Principessa?" ask her with a half-wooing tone.

However, Miabella did not want to be lulled. The girl immediately looked away while folding both hands on the chest. "Don't call me that. I'm not that adorable little princess to you, Daddy Zio, anymore" she protested. He wanted to show an angry attitude towards Adriano. However, Miabella is not good at doing that, so her attitude actually looks funny in front of Adriano and Mia.

"You're still and always will be an adorable princess to me, honey. Look at you now. You're twenty-two, but your attitude is the same as ...."

"Thirteen years old?" miabella immediately. "God. You're the same as Lucas, Daddy Zio," the protest grew more upset.

"Ah, no. That's not what I mean" argued Adriano. "Look, Honey. I just don't like it when you show your overly frontal attitude in front of everyone. You're too pretty and sweet to do that. I don't know where you got that punching style. Did Carlo teach you?" look at Adriano with a speech that sounds very soft and calm.

"Carlo said that I needed to master a little martial arts, so as not to be easily harassed by men," explained Miabella as she turned her head and smiled at her father. A very contrived smile, because in his heart he still felt annoyed and unacceptable.

"Oh, then I'll reprimand Carlo because he didn't teach you the real technique" Adriano said trying to attract Miabella's attention.

However, the girl only laughed softly when she heard the father's words. "That's it, Daddy Zio. Don't get too familiar. I'm still mad at you. That's why I'm gonna get out of here."