The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Crazy Ideas

“Why did you bring this girl here?" miabella protested decisively. Raut does not like to be clearly adorned the beautiful face of the gray-eyed girl. Even a sharp look he gave to the bodyguard who looked wrong at the time.

"Take care of me, Carlo! When and where did you meet him? How can you do this? You know for yourself he's the one who put me and Romeo in danger!” miabella chirped incessantly while hitting Carlo's arm many times, to protest the actions of the bodyguard. In addition, Miabella also behaved so because coupled with a passionate jealousy. He did not like it when he saw his beloved bodyguard giving a warm smile to Oxana.

“Aduh, sick. Stop it, Miss." Carlo grimaced and pretended to be in pain. In fact, the slightest blow from the hand of a Miabella will never work on his athletic body. "It was not me who brought this girl here, but young master Romeo,” denied Carlo while retreating to avoid. Oxana herself just silently watched the behavior of the two of them.

“Why did Romeo bring him here? You stupid young man!” ask Miabella again who ended a curse.

“Entahlah. I think maybe the young master just wants to help,” replied Carlo doubtfully. Every now and then, the tail of her eyes glanced at Oxana who was still standing looking at her and Miabella in turn.

“Sok be a hero!” miabella's snort was upset. The girl then simply passed by without any regard for Carlo who was still there. Miabella stepped up rather hastily.

“Wait, Miss!” prevent Carlo. He intended to catch up with the beautiful girl.

However, Oxana immediately restrained Carlo from staying in his place. The Russian girl blocked the man's arm quite tightly. “Wait a minute, how about this necklace? The curly-haired master told me that he would help open the lock,” asked Oxana nervously.

“Gosh. Right too.” Carlo just remembered that. He patted his forehead slowly. “Hopefully Mr. Ricci has not yet left for Rome,” hopefully. “Come. Follow me!” Carlo decides to take Oxana to Coco's room on the first floor. Luckily, the handsome, curly-haired man was still there. Coco seemed to be getting ready to tidy up. Married to a former model, Coco is forced to pay attention to her appearance.

“Master!" Carlo knocked on Coco's half-open room door. “Oxana is looking for you,” she said after the father of three turned to look at the two of them.

“Oh. Yeah, God! Her necklace. I almost forgot.” Coco hurriedly approached Oxana and told the girl to look up. “We have no other way but to try one by one the number combination,”, said the brown-eyed man as he clucked softly.

“I'll try to help, sir," said Carlo.

“Good idea. Now get the paper and stationery. You're the one who wrote the combination of numbers I tried. Starting from the sequence of numbers of one twin lined up,” Coco's word. Carlo agreed too.

The two cross-age men began to seriously try out a hundred possibilities. For almost two hours they struggled with the padlock of numbers, so that on the one hundredth trial, the necklace managed to open. It was inconceivable how excited Coco and Carlo were at that moment. They are like someone who won the lottery with millions of euros.

Oxana herself also looked so relieved. Many times he rubbed the neck that was long bound by the necklace. The little thing that has been hindering its movement towards freedom.

However, that happiness soon ended when Coco's phone rang. Francesca's name was on her screen. “Yes geez. I forgot to. I have a dinner appointment with Francy and her friends.” Coco rushed to pick up the phone, then walked away. The man's cheerful roar turned paled instantly, while scratching his non-itchy head.

“Thank you,” Oxana said half a whisper. “You have freed my life,” continued the girl while smiling sweetly.

“Not a problem,” reply Carlo nodded while showing off his charming smile. “What's your plan after this?” ask him pleasantries.

“Entah, maybe ...” Oxana had not had time to finish her sentence, there was a slow knock on the door of the room that made them turn their attention to it.

Romeo walked up to Oxana while throwing a meaningful look. “I'm looking for you everywhere,” said the blond young man. He pulled Oxana's arm closer to him. “Did Uncle Ricci have managed to open your necklace?” tanyanya while lifting the chin of the girl, so as to show the neckline that has been freed from the tungsten necklace earlier. “Good,” continued later.

“Now ... can I go home?” asked Oxana doubtfully.

“My friends ...“ Oxana's voice sounded so soft. Romeo could still hear it.

“They are all safe. I told my men to bring them here. Your friends will be accommodated for a while in Casa de Luca,” Romeo said lightly.

What Romeo said made Coco, who had finished her call, turn to the niece. “What?” the father of three said he could not believe it. Coco's brown eyes glared sharply at Marco's eldest putras. “You can't do anything! Have you discussed this with Miabella? Remember, that little devil has power over this place!” reprimand Coco firmly. He again grinned, because again made not understand by the work of the twenty-year-old young man. "After coming home from here, I will immediately check my blood pressure," he said, shaking his waist.

“Gosh." Romeo smiled calmly. "You take it easy, Uncle. Bella could not have rejected my idea,” Romeo said again as he shook his hand. He acted as if what he said just now was nothing serious.

“I don't think this is a good idea, Young Master.” Carlo also expressed his opinion. However, the man was instantly speechless, as Romeo looked at him with a strange smile. “Ah, whatever. It'sit's okay. Let me talk about this with Miss. Excuse me,” said to Carlo to everyone there.

While Romeo directly checks incoming calls to his main phone. Why is it called the main phone, because there contains important numbers from the contact of all family members. As is well known, Romeo collects many mobile phones with a specific purpose. Marco's name is on the screen as a caller. Without lingering, Romeo immediately answered the call from his father. "Pronto," said.

"Finally you can be contacted as well. Tell me what's going on?" ask Marco without making small talk.

"Nothing serious, dad. Why why?" Romeo asked back.

"I'm going to Casa de Luca the day after tomorrow. You must go home immediately" replied Marco firmly.

"What's? Going home?" reiterate Romeo can't believe it.

"Yes. Back to Palermo. Your uncle complained about me a lot. Come, Romeo. Never look for trouble, especially with your mother. You know what he's like. Your mother when she's angry will be a lot scarier than a Grizzly bear." Marco, who was in the living room at the time, looked around to make sure that Daniella had not heard what she said. The man breathed a sigh of relief. However, the feeling did not last long, when he saw the figure of Tobia who suddenly appeared from behind the wall.

"Should I return as soon as possible?" ask Romeo.

"Yes!" firmly Marco. "I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow. I want to see the state of the plantation. So, get ready."

Romeo fell silent as he took a deep breath. His intention to accommodate the girls in Casa de Luca, certainly not possible to continue if Marco will come there. Romeo then turned to Coco who was already preparing to leave. "So how, Uncle?" ask the young man.

"How's what? My time has been wasted here" Coco lamented.

"I mean the fate of Oxana and her friends" Romeo said confusedly.

Coco took a deep breath, then gently flung it down. "Let Oxana here, but not with her friends. Talk to your father. He can definitely help," Coco advised.

While Carlo stepped dashingly with a mindless mind. Romeo has the weapons to do as he pleases. It is not impossible if someday, the young man will reveal the secret relationship between him and Miabella. Carlo thought too deeply, to the point that he did not realize he was already in front of the girl's room.

The thirty-four-year-old was wondering whether he would knock on the door or just contact the girl who had stolen his heart through a messaging app. Carlo decided to knock. However, before his hand touched the door leaf, he suddenly recalled again the figure of Grigori Kostya. Curiosity again whack the handsome bodyguard.