The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Curious Miabella

Miabella stepped carefully as she descended the stairs towards the basement of the mansion. She was so curious about what Adriana told her last night. The beautiful girl with skinny jeans and a press body t-shirt kept circulating her eyes, lest anyone find out what she was doing.

However, Miabella seemed to have forgotten the hidden surveillance cameras that were in every corner of the luxurious mansion.

"Stupid me." The beautiful girl was stunned as she patted her forehead, then flicked her long hair back. Miabella did not immediately turn her head, although there was a very familiar step she was approaching to the place where she was.

"I saw you from the monitor screen of the surveillance camera," reprimanded a heavy voice that turned out to belong to Carlo. The man approached, then stood in front of Miabella who was in a position to back him.

"Open that door for me, Carlo" Miabella said lazily.

"What are you here for? Sir would not like it if you ...."

"Daddy Zio and my mom are out," Miabella cut immediately. "So, I order you to open this secret chamber immediately," said the girl again.

Carlo didn't do what Miabella told him to do. The man with the tattoo on most of his body was just smiling calmly. "I won't let you into any big trouble, miss. This is a forbidden place for anyone, other than with the permission of Lord Adriano D'Angelo," the thirty-four-year-old refused. He rubbed his black hair that was laid out to the side.

"Ah, you've had a lot of pleasantries." Miabella flicked her hands in front of her face. "I just feel curious. I've lived here for a long time, but I've never been here. That's weird, isn't it?" Miabella folded both hands on her chest, while putting on a difficult-to-understand facial expression.

Not so for Carlo. She had long followed the beautiful girl's life, so she knew every body language Miabella showed.

"What makes you so curious to get in here?" asked the dark-haired handsome man earlier.

"I just want to know there's anything in there" Miabella replied lightly.

Carlo breathed out slowly. The man with the sturdy posture put both hands in his pants pocket. He walked around the beautiful girl he had been taking good care of, even to the point of neglecting personal affairs.

After being given the mandate to accompany and keep Miabella as long as the girl continued her education in England, Carlo was too focused on following wherever her employer's daughter went. Not a single trace of Miabella's movements escaped her monitor. If necessary, maybe the handsome guy with a lot of tattoos will follow Miabella to the toilet though.

"Nothing good in there. You won't like it, miss," said Carlo, who tried to persuade Miabella to abandon her wishes.

"Come, Carlo. If you don't obey what I ask, then I won't take you to Italy" the gray-eyed girl quietly threatened.

Hearing the Italian word, immediately Carlo's countenance changed. Seventeen years later, he did not return to visit the country. Even though Adriano used to invite Miabella there, Carlo certainly did not have time to come because he was busy with educational affairs.

Adriano was very attentive to Carlo. Chairman Tigre Nero met all the needs of the young man, including education and all skills training, so that Carlo was considered worthy to be Miabella's personal bodyguard. Thus, Charles devoted himself to a loyalty that may have been far above that of Pierre Corbyn.

"Are you going to Italy, Miss? When?" carlo asked who sounded so enthusiastic.

"You can always defeat me" lamented the loyal bodyguard. He then approached the iron door of the secret room which made Miabella very curious. Carlo also pressed a series of numbers as the code that became the entry access. After finishing pressing the figures, the iron door in front of Miabella was wide open.

The beautiful girl with such a lofty posture was stunned for a moment. He stared straight into the spacious room more appropriately referred to as the hall. Miabella set her foot confidently.

"You're not afraid, Miss?" carlo asked to make sure, because there is no lighting in there at all, other than the light coming through the air vents. However, the musty smell still smelled and made Miabella feel a little uncomfortable.

"Why should I be afraid? After all, there are you near me" said Miabella turning for a moment to Carlo who had been standing next to her. Carlo smiled as he watched Miabella move around the room. A few moments later, the long-haired girl turned around. "What do you usually do here?" tanyakanya. The melodious voice of Mia's eldest daughter echoed in there.

"none. We were just discussing," replied Carlo who was still standing in his place.

"Are you guys discussing while beating and beating up other people?" miabella asked again abruptly, making Carlo immediately frown. While the long and thick-haired beautiful girl was still waiting for an answer.

"How can you think like that? Who are we talking about here? Have you ever seen us come out with someone's body?" Carlo walked over until he stood right in front of the thinking-looking Miabella. Her pair of beautiful gray eyes, went around sweeping every corner of the room. A moment later, Miabella's gaze was locked onto a room with an iron door in one corner of the vast hall.

Without saying anything, Miabella stepped near the room that seemed to have been deliberately made there. While Carlo followed again and again stood slightly behind the master's daughter.

"What is this place?" miabella asked as she turned to the man nearby.

"It was just a room where all the equipment and some weapons belonged to Mr. Adriano" Carlo explained. He kept a calm look in front of Miabella.

"I know daddy zio keeps his collection of weapons in the den. I've seen her once before" thought Miabella to be hesitant with Carlo's explanation.

"This is another weapon, miss. Women will not understand it" answered Carlo again still with a calm attitude.

"Hey, that's the phrase I hate the most" Miabella protested quite forcefully. "You forgot who Valerie's aunt is and what's her job? My mother also said she could shoot from five hundred meters away, although I wasn't sure," the girl said, making Carlo smile immediately. "Try to open the door for me" Miabella said later, making the black-haired man's smile disappear instantly.

"You didn't come here to survey the location, did you?" asked Carlo who seemed to be protesting indirectly.

"Picture it that way. After all, it's hard to just push a button and open the door. You don't have to worry because Miabella Conchetta's mouth will always be locked tight. The secrecy of this place is safe in my hands" said the elder sister of Adriana, the living doll, reassuring the bodyguard who this time looked doubtful.

"For this one I can't, Miss. Mr. Adriano has told me so. I should have never allowed you to come in here" Carlo regretted as he rubbed his hair to the side.

"Come, Carlo. I promise after this I'll give you a day off to go on a date. You can have fun with the girls you want" Miabella said. He hoped that Carlo would come back to him.

The man with the black round neck t-shirt took a slow breath. "It's not because of the girls" he said, pressing back on the number attached to the wall, so that the iron door was wide open.