The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Other Threats

“You ...” Carlo was in disbelief. He did not expect that the foreign man standing before him, could find out about the folding knife and also his new identity.

“Listen, Sir. I'll make sure that only you can defeat Czar and his employer." The man bowed deeply, then stood up straight again. He then put his hand in his pocket. Suddenly it made all members of the de Luca clan point their weapons simultaneously to the foreign man.

“Quiet, Gentlemen. I'll just give this to Mr. Karl. Um, I mean Carlo,” failed the guy. He then took out his hand which was already holding a business card. A moment later, he gave the business card to Carlo.

Carlo himself was still on standby. The beautiful blue-eyed man did not immediately read the name on the card. She preferred to watch the man before her closely. “I offer cooperation to get rid of Czar forever, so there is no need to disturb the peace of all members of the clan de Luca,” said the foreign man again.

“Klan de Luca doesn't need help from anyone!” There was a thunderous cry of someone coming from outside the barricade. That voice belongs to Romeo. He split the ranks of his men, then walked over and stood beside Carlo. “No need to bother. Even now I have managed to eradicate all members of the organization is not clear it. I took them off from all sides. North, south, east, and now here.” Romeo grinned as he stared intently at the foreign man before him.

“Oh, we're not part of them, sir. Precisely we are the most tormented if they still exist and live in this world,” explained the man whose name is not yet known. “We know if the de Luca clan is the oldest organization and one of the strongest. However, it's good that you are alert with Czar,” his advice reminds.

“The guy's a coward. He only deployed his men, while he himself was nowhere to be seen,” Romeo sneer.

“No, Sir. Czar never feared anything. He was only afraid of the master ..Young master Mikhailov and his master. The rest, even the devil he will dare to challenge,” reply the foreign man.

“Who?” Romeo squinted his eyes, while Carlo seemed to be holding his breath in shock. The squeezing of a business card that was given by a man in a stranger earlier, then held it tightly.

“Good. If indeed we are not needed, we better retreat from here, Mr. Romeo de Luca.” The man half-bent, then stood up straight and smiled.

“You know my name?” Romeo squinted his eyes.

“Your name is very famous in our organization, Sir. Viktor Drozdov, the employer of Czar has marked your name as the next target,” explained the man.

“Tag for what?” Romeo who was curious, brought himself closer to the man earlier.

“Viktor Drozdov has a penchant for conquering large mafia groups. Now he glances at your clan to establish his power in Italy,” replied the man. “As long as Viktor is not dead, then he will continue to be a threat.”

“Hm.” Romeo watched the man before him, who looked to be about the same age as Marco. “Thank you for warning. However, I can handle everything myself.” The handsome young man with blonde hair turned his back, then left the foreign man with it. Romeo also broke up the barricades and ordered his men to return to their respective posts.

Now, it was only Carlo who was still fixated even after the mysterious man nodded respectfully, then left there with all his men. Carlo's still there. The business card that he had squeezed, returned to tidy up and opened slowly. “Grigori Kostya,” murmured slowly.

Carlo was stuck for a while, then looked up when he felt that someone was watching him. Highlight those blue eyes were fixed on the top of the tower visible from where it stood. At first glance he saw Coco was still there waving her hands. Carlo nodded in understanding, then rushed over to Coco at the top of the tower.

“They are not part of Czar, Sir. They're another group whose interests are still unclear. However, they had warned young master Romeo about how dangerous Viktor Drozdov, the master of Czar,” explained Carlo unsolicitedly.

“Possibly not, Sir. However, it never hurts to be on guard,” advice Carlo.

“Hm. Alright.” Coco mangosteen while crossing. He seems to be thinking seriously. “Let Adriano and Marco think only. My head is hot,” he said after a while. He grimaced, then patted Carlo on the shoulder. “Come, we're down,” take him. “I have to hurry back to Rome, because Francy is already waiting there. Good thing my wife came home first." Coco continued to chatter as she went down the stairs. He was silent when his brown eyes caught Miabella running towards them.

“Gosh! How did he get out of the main building?” Charles was astonished, for he had previously ordered Dante to lock all access in and out of the main building.

“Ah! You don't seem to know how the little devil behaves, Carlo,” said Coco casually before passing away from the place.

“You haven't left yet, Uncle?” Miabella said hello.

“Stai zitto (hush up), Bella! It's all because of you and your cousin! I should have been quiet by now and relaxed at home,” grumbled Coco.

Instead of being afraid, Miabella giggled. He continued to watch over the uncle until his sturdy body disappeared from sight. After he was sure that there was no one there, Miabella rushed straight at the bodyguard and hugged him tightly. “I'm so worried about you,” whispered with a face hiding in Carlo's field chest.

“You see that I'm fine, Miss. Nothing less,” said Carlo with a soft and soothing intonation.

“Are they the same people who kidnapped us back then?” Miabella took off her embrace and stared fixedly at Carlo.

“Iya,” Carlo reply. There was doubt in his tone, as he recalled a person with a name on a card he still kept in his pants pocket. ‘Grigori Kostya’, the figure kept spinning in his brain.

“What do you think?” miabella asked when she saw Carlo's unusual facial expression.

“Ti-no, Miss.” Carlo stuttered, then smiled broadly to cover up his fret. “Come, we're in,” take the man. Carlo's burly arms clutching Miabella's slender body. Carlo also landed a short kiss on the lips of the beautiful girl.

Carlo intends to drive Miabella back to her room, when she remembers someone who is still locked in the secret room. “Jeez, Oxana!” his hiss while patting the forehead.

“Who?” miabella repeated, when she heard Carlo mention a woman's name. However, Carlo did not reply, he turned instead in the opposite direction.

“Hei, Carlo! Wait!” Miabella turned around and followed the handsome man's quick steps. They continued to walk towards the passageway that connected the main building with the plantation. Carlo then stopped in front of one of the dozens of doors in the hallway. She recalls a message from Coco, where Francesca's husband hid the key. Carlo began to fumble around the wall surface around the door slowly and carefully.

“What are you doing?” miabella asked impatiently.

“Finally!” Carlo smiled grinningly, as he felt the surface of the wall protruding slightly. He then pressed the surface. Not long after, a hole appeared from the wall on the top side of the door. Carlo's tall body, making him able to reach something from the hole easily.

Is a manual key with a fairly ancient silver model. That thing Charles used to open the door in front of him. “Successful,” Carlo said when he was able to enter the secret room. He smiled broadly, when he saw Oxana was still in there without any shortage of anything.