The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Little Devil

There was no reason for Carlo to dispute the decision Adriano had made. The man was fixated for a moment, as Miabella turned her head towards him before the beautiful girl passed from there. However, Carlo could do nothing. Although there was a heavy and so strange feeling, but soon the man was overwhelmed. Moreover, because he heard the subtle reprimands from Mia.

“Have you eaten, Carlo?” asked the woman looking at the man who had become her foster child.

“Already, Madam,” replied Carlo was forced to lie, because he was not at all eager to eat anything.

“Then, eat this snack.” Adriana who suddenly stood next to him, thrusting a small tray containing Arancini. The young girl had just picked up the food from the table. The black haired beauty smiled sweetly at Carlo.

Carlo who had not expected that Adriana was already nearby, surged slightly in shock. “No, Miss. Next time,” reject the man. “I'm sorry, Madam,” said Carlo turned his attention to Mia while nodding respectfully. The handsome tattooed man then passed by from the living room, leaving Adriana who seemed to be whispering with her mother.

While Carlo tries to follow in the footsteps of Adriano and also Miabella who is already invisible. He thought maybe the father and son had entered the elevator to Miabella's room, so Carlo decided to catch up with them through the stairs. The movement of the thirty-forty-year-old man was so agile as he climbed the steps to the second floor.

Carlo's guess is very precise. Miabella was picking up a suitcase to pack some clothes from inside a large cupboard. In fact, he had previously packed clothes into a tote bag. “Do you want me to help you, Miss?” bargained for.

“Not necessary. Go, Carlo!” reject Miabella with a grumbling face, but it looks so adorable.

“Are you mad at me?” ask Carlo again.

“I'm angry at everything!” miabella turned her head to the man.

“Gosh. How long will you stay at Casa de Luca?” carlo asks again when he sees Miabella picking up another suitcase with a larger size. He started to put his clothes in while continuing to grumble. The gray-eyed girl did not even fold her clothes properly.

“I'll stay there for good!” miabella answered without thinking. He then fell silent and stood up. Her beautiful eyes stared at the floor of the room. “I shouldn't have studied abroad. Three years I've been away from daddy zio. Now her attitude has changed for me,” regret the beautiful girl.

“I never change, Principessa. You're the one who changed,” said someone who was none other than Adriano, making Carlo immediately turn his head with a surprised look.

“Master? Is it time to leave?” He saw that Adriano had covered the shirt he was wearing with a plain black bomber jacket.

“Yes, Carlo. Take good care of the mansion as long as I go to Italy,” Adriano's message while patting the shoulder of the bodyguard of the trust Miabella. He turned his attention to the princess.

“What do you bring, Principessa?” The beautiful man who had aged almost half a century was frowning, when he saw a tote bag with two large suitcases with zippers that were not neatly closed. It was lying at Miabella's feet.

“All my clothes and valuables! I will stay there forever. I will not come back here again,” Miabella replied in a threatening tone.

“Oh, yes? Everything?” Adriano smelled a smile. “See there are still a lot of your clothes in the closet," the man said as he glanced at Miabella's still-open wardrobe.

“My suitcase does not fit! I have to find some more suitcases!” miabella's murmurs folded her arms around her chest.

“Trust, Principessa. If you bring all your clothes, then I guarantee my helicopter will be overloaded. The propeller will not be strong spinning,” licked Adriano who was immediately responded with a stifled laugh from Carlo.

While Miabella glared as if she did not accept. The two men completely broke his patience.

One thing that Miabella did not know was that Adriano had hurt her feelings, due to the spicy words she had spoken. The beautiful man's mind kept twisting the words of Miabella who said that she could not wait to leave the mansion, where the girl grew up and was endowed with affection from him.

“Master,” call Carlo who has been silent since. “I did not intend to interfere at all, but .. believe that Miss Miabella was not really with her words earlier. I know for sure if he loves and idolizes you so much. After all, he was very spoiled. So, when his wish is not fulfilled then the lady will behave like that,” he continued carefully.

Adriano turned her gaze to Carlo. He then patted the man's shoulder with a knotty smile. “Whatever Bella feels for me, will not change the fact that I still love her even though she hates me,” concluded the father of two children as he stepped out of the room.

With a calm demeanor, Adriano put both hands in her pants pocket while walking casually towards the runway. There, Miabella was already waiting for him with a grumbling face. However, Adriano chose not to pay attention to the girl.

The handsome man immediately jumped into the helicopter, put on the aviator headphones, and tightened his seatbelt. Miabella is doing the same thing. Adriano was able to breathe with relief because her daughter was able to properly and correctly fasten her seatbelt. All this time, it was always him who did everything for Miabella.

Moments after the helicopter went into the air, Miabella never looked at her father. He kept turning his face towards the window. This continued until they arrived at Casa de Luca. Coco and her eldest son were greeted at the end of the runway.

Coco herself hasn't changed much. Only a few strands of gray hair were visible between his curls. The rest, he still looks perfect. Enzo, the fourteen-year-old's first son, looked very excited as Miabella got off the helicopter. “Welcome, Cugina (my cousin),” greet the teenage boy as he stretches his hands.

“Enzo!” Miabella half-running while dragging her suitcase in response. “Look, you're getting good-looking,” his flattery.

Meanwhile, Adriano chose to walk casually, then approached Coco and greeted the man. “How are you doing, Ricci?” sapana.

“It's been almost four months you guys haven't visited. Have you forgotten about this place, Amico?” coco Protest.

“I'm sorry for being too busy to go nowhere. Just this time there is a loose time,” Adriano while smiling widely.

“How are you, Miabella? I heard that you just graduated,” said Coco who then turned her attention to the nephew.

“Yes that way, Uncle. Nothing special. It was just a mere ceremony,” said Miabella indifferently. He grabbed Enzo's shoulder, then went down the stairs to the floor below.

Miabella's attitude made Coco frown. He turned back to Adriano. “Hey, what happened?” tanyanya astonishment.

“He's been getting out of control since he came home from England. I don't know what made him turn like that,” Adriano replied as she shook her head slowly.

“Patience, Amico.” Coco grabbed Adriano by the shoulder and directed her to come down. “I remember when Theo just came home after four years of college in America. He burned all his shirts and expensive clothes, then started wearing butut t-shirts with belle pants,” he said while directing Mia's husband to the family room.

“What makes him behave like that?” adriano asked in surprise.

“Let's go, only he and God know. Just like Bella is today. His behavior is totally unpredictable. Sometimes I feel sorry for seeing you. Your life is tied to that little devil. You can't run anymore, Amico.” Finished saying so, Coco laughed out loud. He seemed very satisfied, to the point of not realizing that his attitude back then had made everyone focus on him.

“Are you talking about me, Uncle?” A terribly poignant tone slid just like that from Miabella's mouth. The girl was already standing in the middle of the family room. Damiano, Francesca, and their three sons, Enzo, Neve, and Lilla.