The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
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“Genaro!” with a warm smile, Adriano spread her hands to the man. He was someone he had known for a long time. Genaro was an aide and personal adviser to the late Vincenzo. The man decides to quit the black world, after his boss dies. Genaro decided to move to America.

“You are getting tall and handsome,” welcome Genaro while hugging Adriano with great familiarity. “What made you come here?” tanyanya.

“Dia,” Adriano pointed towards Mia and Miabella who had just come out of the hangar and came up to her.

“Who is he?” Genaro knitted his brows.

“This is my wife, Florecita Mia. She is the widow of Matteo de Luca,” Adriano replied while clutching Mia's slender waist.

“Matteo de Luca? How's that bar-bar guy doing?” genaro's tone sounded half-mockful.

“The bar-bar guy you're talking about is dead. He was shot dead by an unknown person,” said Mia with a trembling voice.

“I'm here to investigate his death,” Adriano continued.

Genaro looked surprised. However, the look on his face immediately changed as Pierre Corbyn walked over. He returned with a friendly face. “Pierre, what happened to your employer? Suddenly he cares a lot for his enemy,” Genaro quipped while greeting the adjutant Adriano.

“Many things have changed over the past few years or so,” Pierre patted Genaro's shoulder slowly.

While Mia was not at all comfortable with Genaro. It was evident from his restless gesture. Similarly, Miabella is more hiding behind the slender body of her mother.

“I hope you don't forget what Matteo did to Vincenzo,” Genaro's eyes are sharp looking at Adriano's handsome face.

“I've found out about everything. It was not Matteo who had eliminated my cousin's sister,” argued Adriano sure, but still with his style that looks calm.

“Oh, yes? Did Matteo's widow tell you?” genaro's insinuation sounded even more scathing, making Adriano feel compelled to act decisively.

“Stop! You're one of my friends, but that doesn't mean you can talk! I won't let anyone offend or hurt Florecita Mia! She is my wife now. It is my duty to protect her! Like it or not, you have to accept that reality!” the atmosphere that was once warm and familiar, now turned tense. However, Mia's heart suddenly warmed. Blatantly, Adriano defended herself, impressing Mia on the blue-eyed man.

Pierre could understand things quickly. He immediately acted as a mediator. “Hey, stop. Don't waste this rare moment. We haven't seen each other in a long time. Come on,” persuade him with a tone that sounds as calm as possible.

Adriano snorted in annoyance, then embraced Mia. He also did not want to be more ignited emotions, especially there was Miabella. “I wanted to relax at your house while talking about a lot of things. Looks like I have to change my plans,” lamented. “Come, Mia!" bring him.

Adriano had already taken Mia in the other direction when Genaro called out to her.

“Wait! I'm sorry, Adriano. I'm just a little surprised. That'sthat's all. However, I appreciate your every decision,” Genaro again spread his arms, looking at Adriano regretfully.

Adriano turned around and looked at Genaro. “Do you still provide my favorite coffee?” he laughed, then smiled broadly. A smile that was reciprocated with a wide laugh from Genaro. The two men embraced again.

However, before long they let go of each other's hugs when Miabella's babble sounded. “Daddy Zio, I want to take shelter. It's so hot in here. Later my hair blackened like her hair aunty.”

Instead of answering, Mia instead advised Miabella, “Black hair is beautiful, dear. Daddy Zio, your father and Zia (aunt) Olivia, are all dark and beautiful. Mom really likes it.” Not only Olivia, Adriano also blushed of Mia's soft speech.

“Good. Enough to waste his time. I'm taking you to my house. We relax for a while there,” Genaro raises his hand as a gesture for everyone to follow him.

Outside the hangar, several black-painted cars were ready to welcome Adriano and his entourage. “Enter. They will take you to my place,” said Genaro friendly.

Without waiting for a long time, Adriano immediately invited his wife and also Miabella and Olivia to enter in one of the vehicles. While Pierre and some of his men entered another car.

The vehicle drove side by side to an area in downtown Miami, then stopped at a three-story house that looked magnificent with a large courtyard.

“Welcome,” Genaro who went down first. He opened the door for his guests.

Doubtful, Mia stepped behind Adriano's strapping body. Her hands clasped tightly onto Miabella's fingers. His discomfort became more and more a time when many times Genaro glanced at him with a strange and indecipherable highlight.

“Your room is above. Rest first. I'll talk to your husband,” Genaro said without looking at Mia. He was busy showing the two women their rooms.

“Genaro correct. You rest first,” Adriano said as she gently kissed Mia's forehead. For a moment he watched the figure of his wife with Miabella until it disappeared to the top floor.

“What do you want to investigate here, Adriano?” genaro asked when downstairs there were only the two of them.

“A man named Marcus Bolt displays a Matteo de Luca-made weapon on his website. After I investigated his IP address, it turned out that he was in the state of Florida,” Adriano said.

“In which city exactly?” ask Genaro again.

“Here. In Miami,” Adriano replied in a whisper.

“Marcus Bolt,” reset Genaro while wiping chin. “Wait,” the middle-aged man then grabbed the phone from his pants pocket and contacted someone. For a while, Genaro talked to the man on the phone. “I'll wait,” he said before ending the call.

“Ketrika. He is an expert in finding someone's name,” Genaro points his index finger at the screen of a recently dead phone. “He's a great hacker. In five minutes he'll call me" he continued.

Shortly after Genaro ended his sentence, the man's phone rang again. Genaro immediately answered the call again and nodded in understanding. The look on his face indicates that he is memorizing something. “Good,” close later. He rushed to find a stationery. Genaro apparently recorded something on a piece of paper and gave it to Adriano. “I don't know why I should help you with this. Honestly, I hate Matteo for destroying the Moriarty clan, but I love you, son,”.

Adriano received the little paper and read it. “In which area is this address?” Adriano scrunched his forehead.

“Not far from here. Are you going to investigate today? If you want, I can take you,” bargain Genaro.

“I'll take Mia. I need it to explain about the ins and outs of Matteo's work in detail,” Adriano said. Immediately, he headed upstairs and called for his wife. A moment later, the newlyweds came down the stairs hand in hand.

While Genaro looked at the two of them with a glare. “I drove,” he said without further ado, when Mia was already standing before him. The man's friendly face disappeared instantly. He passed before them both.