The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
The Guards' First Kiss

Hearing Carlo's words that seemed to reject him, Miabella immediately opened her eyes. The girl looked strangely at the man who immediately turned his back and looked guilty. Miabella said nothing. He also doesn't have to be disappointed when Carlo doesn't kiss him.

"It's been too late, miss. You'd better get back to the room, please" suggested Carlo. He then moved from there with a plate that still left a few more spoons of food in it. Not long after, the man returned with a glass of water which he immediately offered to Miabella.

Miabella. However, he did not say a word. The girl gulped down the white water that Carlo brought her, leaving half of it.

"Let me take you to your room" Carlo asked as he reached out. He wanted to help Miabella stand up.

However, the long-haired beautiful girl shook her head slowly. "I still want to be here" he declined slowly. Doldrums, Miabella again set her sights on the plantation.

Carlo was just standing looking at him. "Come," he asked again. Undeterred, he reached out to the beautiful girl again.

"You just go, Carlo. Don't worry" said Miabella. Implied a disappointment in his tone.

"I won't leave you alone here" Carlo refused.

"Then, what are you gonna do? Seeing me pensive? Go!" throw Miabella away without looking at the man. "I want to be alone" he said again.

"Miss ...."

"Let me alone!" miabella again.

If it's like that, Carlo can't argue anymore. He had to get out of there and leave Miabella alone.

After Carlo's death, Miabella then rose. For a moment, the girl was just glued to look towards the plantation. Actually, there was nothing he could see other than the thick of the night and also the quiet atmosphere. After feeling bored, Miabella then chose to sit on the sofa. The girl placed her head on the back of the seat with a look up position. Staring at the ceiling of the living room with wood left exposed, typical of a tuscany-style house.

Moments later, Miabella closed her eyes. He began to permeate the strange feelings that were now plaguing his conscience. It's something that hasn't existed all this time. Yes, the strange and erratic feeling made her want to cry. However, Miabella realized that there was no logical reason for her to shed tears, as she mourned Damiano's death.

While Carlo, who had not really left the room, stood looking at the young lady who now looked unusual. That's the Miabella Conchetta. He always does things that no one else can understand. Feeling unbearable to see the beautiful girl alone, Carlo decided to go back to him. Without excuse, he chose to sit next to Mia's eldest daughter after putting a cell phone on the table.

Miabella immediately opened her eyes. He looked at the man sitting quietly next to him. "You? Why are you still here?"

Carlo turned his gaze to the girl who seemed to be protesting against him. The man smiled calmly. "I'll never leave you alone" replied Carlo calmly. "Come here." He grabbed Miabella's shoulder, then directed the girl to lay her head on her lap. Miabella complied, but she was upset and even told Carlo to stay away from her.

"If you want to stay here, then I will accompany you," said Carlo again while putting his head on the back of the sofa with a raised position. The man then closed his eyes. After all, he had to force himself to sleep even if it was only a few hours.

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The sound of a mobile phone vibrating on the table, makes Miabella wake up from sleep. The girl rubbed her eyes and tried to fully awaken from dreamland, especially when the sky began to light up. The sun had risen in the eastern horizon, removing the thick covering the Casa de Luca.

Meanwhile, Carlo's phone kept shaking. Curious, Miabella checked. Delana's name was clearly on the screen, making Miabella immediately put the phone down. He left the sleeping man in a sitting position.

"Bella´s. From where?" greet Francesca who happened to cross paths with Miabella.

"I'm going to go to the room" Miabella replied not according to what Francesca asked. It was obvious that the girl was not focusing on him.

"Bella, are you okay?" reprimanded Francesca again who felt strange with the attitude of her nephew.

"Yes, Auntie. Don't worry" said Miabella intending to continue. However, he had to again undo that intention, when Francesca spoke to him again.

"Ricci called me last night. He ordered that you monitor the plantation today. You know not that by the end of this summer the grapes will be harvested?"

After breakfast, Miabella had prepared to go to the plantation. The girl looks very pretty and also fashionable. Miabella ties her long hair in a ponytail model. He was wearing a white singlet coated in a shirt as an exterior. Skinny jeans and a pair of boots also accompanied his appearance at that time.

The beautiful girl used a horse to go around the plantation. He left alone, although Carlo had intended to accompany him. Miabella immediately refused with unclear reasons.

The girl's feelings are not good. He felt confused and also did not know how to interpret something that made him feel disturbed. Miabella would rather avoid it than have to keep thinking about it. He began his first day among a sea of thousands of acres of vineyards belonging to the de Luca family.

Apparently, the job that Miabella is now living feels so fun. The beautiful girl even forgot the time, because it was too fun to be on the plantation. It certainly made Carlo feel worried, especially because Miabella also did not seem to bring a cell phone there.

An anxious Carlo couldn't just keep quiet. He immediately went to the plantation. The man intends to search for Miabella on foot.

The hot day will soon change. At that time, the time had already shown at three in the afternoon. I don't know what Miabella did, so she could stay on the estate for so long. Carlo also did not undo the intention to keep looking for him.

When Carlo was about a quarter of the way into the plantation area, from a distance the girl appeared to be riding her horse skillfully. The handsome man stopped his steps and waited until the girl approached.

"Miss!' exclaim Carlo sonorous.

Within a few steps, Miabella stopped her horse. But the girl did not come down. He simply stared at the man standing gallantly before him while continuing to control the horse to keep quiet. "What's up, Carlo?" miabella asked normally.

"I'm worried about you" Carlo replied as he walked closer. He was standing right next to Miabella's feet.

"I'm fine" said Miabella indifferently.

"Tell you why? If your attitude like this continues, then I should just go back to Monaco" Carlo threatened.

"I don't care if you're going to Monaco or Milan!" miabella's words soon left Carlo stunned to hear her.

"Is that so? Alright." Carlo turned around and passed from in front of Miabella. As he stepped up, the dark-haired man continued muttering, "Three ... two ... one .. come on!"

"Carlos!" miabella exclaimed as she tried to stop the man.

Carlo stunned. A smile appeared on his lips. The man turned around, and saw Miabella again raising the horse she was riding towards him. The girl then stopped right in front of Carlo. Unasked, the bodyguard helped his master's daughter down.

"You're really going?" Miabella was seen putting on a very serious look.

"That's what you want? Why do I stay near you, if I can't understand what you want" Carlo said, staring fixedly at Miabella. While the girl just bowed. Not long ago. Carlo was getting closer. "Why?" The man's voice sounded very deep.

"I don't know," replied Miabella quietly. Carlo did not speak immediately. He kept watching the beautiful girl. Slowly he moved forward so they got closer. Miabella could hear the breath of the handsome man clearly. "Carlo," he sighed softly as he continued to bow.

"I am before you" said Carlo slowly and deeply. His voice mingled with the wind of the plantation in the afternoon. So soft, but able to blow away all the doubts that had haunted Carlo's feelings. The handsome, sturdy man now ventured, to break the wall between himself and the beautiful girl he had been guarding everywhere. "Miss ...." Carlo touched Miabella's chin, then lifted her up slowly.

The pair of blue eyes also collided with Miabella's gray eyes. The longer it went deeper, and finally came to a bottom that made both of them fall. Miabella flinched, but immediately Carlo's sturdy arm held her back. The man clenched tightly onto the slender body of the young miss. He relented, subduing himself in order to reach a peach-colored smile that had only been seen from a distance.

Miabella looked up to welcome the gentle touch that kept her closed. The girl seemed to drift back from the bottom of her mind, as Carlo melted his lips deeper and deeper.

"Mr Adriano will kill me for this" said Carlo shortly after releasing the kiss. She caresses the pretty face of Miabella who still looks in disbelief because the man kissed her.

"Daddy Zio is not here" Miabella replied quietly, in a gesture that she wanted Carlo to repeat.