The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Fedor

Miabella dropped her phone just like that. He kept on revolting to reject the two big tall men who forced him in. “Carlo!” the girl shouted, but her voice instantly disappeared as they immediately smothered Miabella's mouth, while continuing to force her into the car.

While Carlo stood still. He seemed to be able to clearly describe all the scenes experienced by Miabella. Without a second thought, Miabella's bodyguard rushed to Adriano's room. The man with the tattoo that filled his arm put aside any sense of reluctance. During his stay in the mansion, this was the first time he had knocked on the personal space of the great master. Moreover, Carlo did it at midnight like that.

Enough with two knocks on the door, it had immediately made Adriano open it. He appeared while tying the kimono strap around the waist. “What are you doing here these nights?” asked the blue-eyed man in surprise. Adriano then restores her slightly disheveled black hair.

“Nona Miabella and first son of master Marco de Luca have been kidnapped. With or without your permission, at this time I will leave for Italy,” reports Carlo. His tone and tone at that time were more than serious.

“Do not make it up, Carlo. It's too late, my daughter's in Casa de Luca. I've made sure of it from Dante that Miabella isn't going anywhere,” Adriano argued.

“He didn't go with Dante, Sir. Miss came out alone with Mr. Marco's eldest son. He didn't even bring his phone. I think the lady left quietly.” Carlo's hands were perfectly clenched beside the body. Still ringing in her ears, as Miabella chanted the name 'Carlo' as a form of plea for help.

Adriano did not answer immediately. He stared at Carlo for a while, before finally coming back in to pick up the phone. Without making Mia feel disturbed from her sleep, the chairman Tigre Nero returned to the door and invited the man who was much younger than her to move away a little. The room was tightly closed.

Adriano seemed to be contacting someone who was none other than Dante. He told one of his confidants to check on Miabella's room. For a while the two men waited for a report from Dante, until Adriano's cell phone vibrated as a sign of an incoming call. The man immediately answered the call. “How?” ask Adriano who started putting on a serious look.

“Nona is not in her room, sir,” reported Dante who immediately made Adriano's handsome face turn red.

“Stupid!” adriano's jolt suddenly. “You really can't count on!” Adriano was so angry.

“I'm sorry, sir. A few hours ago I made sure that Miss was inside the house. On the surveillance cameras there was nothing suspicious either. I only saw young master Romeo and his sister who ..” Dante did not continue his speech, when he saw Tobia walking towards the kitchen. “Gosh ...” The dog lovers complained slowly.

“Why?” ask Adriano.

“Nona went by flogging me, sir. It seems like he and young master Romeo are indeed working together in order to sneak out,” Dante said regretfully.

Adriano grunts annoyed. “Contact Benigno and ask him to deploy his men to comb the Brescia region. I'll call Marco. Let me know if there is any news,” said Adriano who just closed the conversation even though Dante has not given an answer.

“I'll be in Italy soon. Excuse me, Sir,” firmly Carlo. But before that, he remembered something. Carlo then opened the screen of the phone he had been holding. “These are the last photos that the lady sent me through the mobile phone belonging to the son of master Marco.” The tattooed man sent all three photos of Miabella to Adriano's mobile number. After that, he immediately turned his back.

Carlo strode valiantly leaving Adriano glued to his disappearance. This time, the father of two children could not prevent the strong determination of his foster children earlier. The chairman of Tigre Nero then immediately contacted Marco. He reported the news that befell Romeo and Miabella. The de Luca clan head was similarly shocked by Adriano. “Who did it?” marco asked with a worried look on his face.

“I've sent the license plate photo to my men in Rome. Wait a minute until they find the name of the owner of the car,” explained Adriano. He can't be calm now.

I don't know where Miabella is and how she's doing right now. It had made Adriano so upset, that he decided to wake Mia up slowly and carefully.

“My darling.” Adriano rubbed Mia's arm gently. “We have to go to Brescia right now. Get ready,” the whisper.

Although Adriano's voice sounded so slow, it was enough to make Mia wake up with a confused look mixed with surprise. “Brescia? What was? What happened?” scowl the beautiful woman with misgivings. Instantly his mind floated on the two princesses who were staying for some time in Casa de Luca. "Miabella? Adriana?" muttered fretfully.

Adriano hesitated to tell his wife. However, Mia still had to know the truth. Adriano took a deep breath before starting to speak.

“Adriano, don't scare me,” urges Mia who is feeling impatient.

“Bella disappeared. He and Romeo have been kidnapped by an unknown person,” Adriano replied later.

“Gosh!” Mia was surprised not to be a bitch. “How can it?” ask her again with a trembling voice.

“Dante was negligent in guarding him,” regrets Adriano while shaking his head.

“Ah, you should have let Carlo take care of our daughter, Adriano. You know that only he is reliable,” said Mia disappointed. His eyes looked teary.

“I'll get ready.” Wiping her tears, Mia got off the bed and changed clothes. Same with Adriano. In just a few minutes, they were ready to exit the room towards the helicopter pad on the roof of the mansion. Mia didn't talk much at the time. Adriano was silent in a thousand languages, because he felt regret and also tremendous worry.

Carlo has driven his favorite motorcycle. He has even arrived at the border between Monaco and Italy via a major inter-city road. Carlo did not relax the speed of the motorbike he was driving, so he felt his phone vibrate in his pants pocket.

Carlo pulled the bike over and checked it. He hoped that it was good news coming from Miabella. However, what appeared turned out to be Adriano's number. He immediately answered the incoming call. “Pronto."

“Carlo, Benigno and his men have managed to find information about the license plate of the vehicle. They even found the owner's address. However, there is nothing there,” said Adriano.

“Who is the owner of the vehicle, sir?” ask Carlo curiously.

“Pictured on behalf of Alessio Bagliani, owner of the largest textile company in Milan,” Adriano replied.

“Looks like I know where to look. Alright. Wait to hear from me, sir,”, Carlo closed. He returned to the bike at high speed.

Carlo's destination this time was the city of Milan. The length of the journey that should take four hours, is enough to be taken in three hours. Time showed at three in the morning when Carlo arrived at the outskirts of the city.

He pulled down his motorbike and stopped at a simple house.

Without wasting much time, Carlo immediately parked the big motorbike right in front of the porch of the house. He tapped his hand slowly and waited for a while, until the owner opened it.

The door is open. A man of Carlo's age was rubbing his eyes. He was astonished to see the bodyguard Miabella standing gallantly before him. “You? What are you doing here? Don't you live in Monaco?” ask the man.

“I need your help, Cedro,” Carlo replied as he entered the house without permission. For him, the owner of the house is more than a friend. Living together in an orphanage from their toddler years to their teens, Carlo considers the man named Cedro to be like his biological brother.

“Is there a problem, Carlo? You didn't make Mr Adriano angry, ‘kan?” ask Cedro curiously.

“No. Of course not. He's been very nice to me. I just came here to find information,” replied Carlo.

“What information?” ask Cedro again.

“About a businessman named Alessio Bagliani. Does he still live in downtown housing?” Carlo asked back.

“I've long since quit the debt collection service agency, Amico. However, from the last news I got, his house had been confiscated by the bank. Alessio is bankrupt. His company has also been taken over by an organization ..” Cedro then fell silent. He did not continue his words.

“What organization?” insist Carlo.

“Um, sorry I can't say it,” replied Cedro in doubt.

“Why? What are you afraid of? Don't worry, Cedro. I work under Mr. Adriano. Just so you know, he is also one of the most powerful in Italy,” persuaded Carlo not to give up.

“Yes, but .. Mr. Adriano is just a businessman. Didn't you?” timpal Cedro, made Carlo smile at him. It is only natural that Cedro does not know who Adriano really is, because indeed Adriano himself who hides his identity as the chairman of the largest mafia in Europe.

“Just imagine Mr. Adriano can pay anyone to protect you. Trust me, Cedro. You'll be safe. I will also never divulge your name as an informer,”, Carlo again.

“Hm.” Cedro scratched his temple while thinking for a while. Shortly after, he nodded and began to speak. “Alessio once hired a mafia organization called Fedor. The organization is small, but strong enough to keep all its assets. Until a year ago, Alessio went bankrupt and could not afford to pay tribute to Fedor. From then on, he disappeared. I heard Fedor members killed him,” Cedro said.

“Tell me, where can I find the headquarters of that organization?” carlo's blue eyes looked shiny

“Don't be crazy! I won't let you be in danger by getting into their lair!” reject Cedro firmly.