The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
The Returned Destiny

Carlo slowly retreated. She passed quietly from the door of Miabella's room.

Just at that moment, the beautiful girl opened the door and looked outside. It is undeniable that Miabella is also feeling turmoil, so she feels she has to find the bodyguard to talk. “Carlo?” miabella muttered while linking eyebrows. He saw the man walking hastily down the corridor.

Miabella felt strange about the man's attitude. Carlo's never been like that. Every time he faced his sulking self, Carlo would stop at nothing to pursue and seduce. As much as possible he will try to restore his cheerfulness.

However, now the handsome man did not even check the situation or at least send a message. Suspicious, Miabella thought of following Carlo, who was already further and further along the corridor. The girl continued to step silently. He immediately hid by standing behind a huge pillar, as Carlo looked back. The man seemed to be able to sense that someone was following. Miabella was there for a while, until she followed Carlo, who moved on quite quickly.

Miabella only stopped when her gray eyes saw Carlo enter the garage. The guard then pulled out his favorite big motorbike. In a short time, the man had been wearing a biker jacket complete with a helmet and gloves.

“Oh, no!” Not wanting to lose track, the girl immediately ran towards the back of the garage and snuck in through the side door. He ducked and crept, until he arrived near an antique black jeep. Miabella had heard the story from Coco, that the car belonged to her late father Matteo de Luca.

Without thinking, the girl immediately opened the steering door which turned out to be unlocked. Security in Casa de Luca has been improved, especially after the car bomb attack that killed Roberto and Gabriella.

After being in the vehicle. Miabella sat quietly and remembered where the keys were kept. A moment later, the beautiful girl opened the glove box and inserted her hand deeper. Miabella immediately smiled as she managed to find what she was looking for.

Quickly, Miabella grabbed the key. He then started the jeep car engine left by his father. The gray-eyed beautiful girl unhesitatingly moved the gears and stepped on the gas pedal firmly. The old Jeep that still looked ferocious was speeding away from the garage.

So tight in driving, the vehicle even almost hit the second gate if the guards did not deftly open it. The same thing happened when Miabella arrived at the first gate. The girl doesn't seem to care about anything. His mind was fixed on Carlo, so as not to lose track of the bodyguard who was either going to go where.

The speed of Miabella's vehicle grew uncontrollable, when the girl had already arrived on the highway. Easily, he could catch up with Carlo who seemed to be riding the bike unhurriedly. However, Miabella must keep her distance so that Carlo does not realize that he is being followed.

Moments later, Miabella stopped her car when she appeared to stop in front of a downtown Milan office building. After that, Miabella returned to the jeep she was driving, when Carlo turned on his motorbike and entered the parking area in the basement. Miabella parked the vehicle without Carlo's knowledge. He then followed the bodyguard who had gotten off the motorbike and walked hurriedly into the elevator.

“Wire!” Miabella looks panicked. Feeling no choice, the girl finally ran to the elevator before the door closed. Undoubtedly how surprised Carlo was when he saw that Miabella was already standing there. He looked full of wonder, at the girl who had now entered and stood quietly next to him.

Miabella acted as if nothing had happened.

“Why did you leave secretly without telling me first? Things like this have never happened before, Carlo,” reprimands Miabella suspiciously. "What are you gonna do here? Who are you meeting?" Miabella chases Carlo with questions.

“Nona.” Carlo complained quietly, then rubbed his nape. He was confused as to what to explain to Miabella. “How can you .. ah, please.” The blue-eyed man nodded slowly. However, the longer Carlo felt it was useless to hide something from Miabella. Carlo took out the business card he had just obtained. He handed the paper to the girl who read it immediately.

“Whose name card is this? Grigori Kostya?” Miabella knitted her eyebrows while spelling out a name that felt so strange. He had never heard that name before either.

“That I got from someone who claimed to be an enemy of Czar,” replied Carlo slowly.

“Who is he?” ask Miabella again.

“In a moment we will get the answer," said Carlo along with the elevator door that opened. He hurriedly guided Miabella's wrist to get out of the elevator.

“Who else is this guy? Why does he seem to know that you're coming?” miabella whispered right in Carlo's ear.

“I am also the same as you, Miss,” replied Carlo slowly while following the steps of the man in a neat suit earlier, towards a large door. The man opened it wide, then invited Carlo and Miabella to enter.

Apparently, there was no one in the room. While the man in the suit just disappeared. “Stay near me, Miss.” Carlo began to be wary. He pulled Miabella closer to him. Highlight the eyes of the guard was watching every corner of the room.

In that place, there is a meeting table of considerable size. There are also several other office supplies. On the left wall, hung a large painting of a man.

Carlo approached the painting. He noticed the face of the man drawn there so closely.

“Look, Carlo. The face in the painting is really similar to yours. Jesus, is the owner of this room one of your fans too?” chirp Miabella who turned out to be watching the painting earlier. Carlo did not respond. He just mumbled slowly.

“It was a painting of master Nikolai Volkov, father of master Karl Mikhailov,” sahut a voice coming from the back of the two lovebirds. Miabella and Carlo instantly turned around simultaneously.

A few steps behind them, there stood a middle-aged man who was none other than Grigori Kostya. The man looked handsome with warm eyes looking towards Carlo and also Miabella.

“I don't understand at all what you're saying,” said Carlo. His hand clasped Miabella's fingers tighter, indicating that the man was holding back the agitation.

“Your name is Karl Mikhailov, Sir. The folding knife you saved is proof of that.” Grigori's index finger pointed at Carlo.

“Where did you know about the folding knife?” hiss Carlo who took a cautious stance.

“Let's just say I know everything, my lord. Including when Madame Fabiola was forced to flee you who are still babies for the safety of the two of you,” he explained in a calm tone.

“Fabiola?” repeat Carlo squinting.

“Yes. That's your real mother's name. He brought a ten-month-old baby out of the Russian border only by himself. Mrs Fabiola returned to her native Italy. We lost track of you both. Decades we searched, until finally the bright spot appeared, when the original folding knife belonging to Mr. Volkov was stuck in the palm of Czar's hand. It was a sign that the destruction of Viktor Drozdov was getting closer,” explained Grigori at length.

“I think you're wrong,” refutes Carlo stay evasive. He was about to take Miabella out of the room earlier.

“Is the locket also on you, Mister?” grigori exclaimed as Carlo's steps were at the door.

Carlo stunned. His body seemed to freeze when Grigori mentioned about the pendant that had been attached to his neck, since the first time he got the object. Carlo then turned around slowly and looked at the sharp Grigori without making a sound.

“On that bloody night, master Nikolai Volkov hid his wife and baby in a secret passageway. At the same place, master Nikolai Volkov handed over his pendant necklace and folding knife as a symbol of the direct descent of Yuri Volkov, the first generation of Red Wolves. He gave it to Madame Fabiola, hours before Viktor Drozdov mercilessly slammed her. Mr. Nikolai was killed so the reins of the Red Wolf leadership were forcibly taken by Viktor,” Grigori continued his explanation.

Grigori then walked closer towards Carlo. “Viktor Drozdov is very greedy. He intends to seize the power of everyone and aspires to hold the world in his hands. He's so dangerous. We all have to stop it ...” Grigori was silent for a moment. “No. I'm mistaken. Kuralat. You're the one who has to stop it. Yes, only you can,”.