The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Giuramento

“What happened to you? Didn't you go to Italy to attend a party Mr de Luca held?” bianca asked as she sat down near Adriano.

“I didn't get there,” replied Adriano flat. He covered up all the bad things that happened on Elba Island. I don't know what Adriano meant to do. One thing is for sure, all of that is certainly related to Mia.

“Then, where are you going? I can't call you at all. Though, you know if we should attend an important meeting in Athens. I went there alone. After that, we headed straight to Lyon. Suddenly, Pierre told me that you were in Ajaccio hospital, having disappeared for more than three days,” Bianca said, correcting her sitting position. The beautiful woman crossed her legs, so that the tight short span skirt she was wearing rose further and exposed her smooth thighs.

“Say what exactly?” bianca asked again half persuaded. He touched Adriano's thigh in a seductive manner.

However, Adriano did not feel any anger at all. The man still looked calm. “I'm fine. It's just a little squabble,” the man replied still not revealing the truth.

“Small scuffles and you got a lot of gunshot wounds. Come, Adriano. Don't brag!” bianca protest in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Adriano only smiled faintly upon hearing that. The man meant to say something. Adriano may have been about to respond to the beautiful woman's words, but he soon paused because Olivia came and stood up while watching him.

A happy roar was clearly visible on the black-haired girl's face. That certainly makes Bianca feel disturbed. “Hey! Why are you standing there? It's not polite!” reprimand the gray-eyed woman, with a very slender tone of speech.

Olivia doesn't care about Bianca's words. His attention was still on Adriano. “I'm happy that you've returned, Sir,” said the sweet girl. Meanwhile, Adriano just nodded and smiled. “Do you need anything? If yes, then I will immediately prepare,” bargain Olivia again with a friendly.

“Not necessary. I just want to go to the room and rest,” replied Adriano as she stood up from her seat. “Do you still want to be here, Bianca?” Adriano glanced at the sexy and elegant looking beautiful woman.

“Before, I wanted to discuss yesterday's meeting with Mr. Tzavellas. However, it seems like this is not the right time,” Bianca said as she stood right in front of Adriano. “Let's discuss again,” he continued slowly, touching the handsome face of the man. Bianca kissed her cheek gently, making Olivia immediately bow her face. He doesn't want to see that. Olivia decided to move on from there.

“Do you want me to take you to your room?” bianca bargain with amused laughter.

“Not necessary. I just had a gunshot wound. Not amnesia. So, I have not forgotten the direction to my room,” reject Adriano with his trademark charming smile. He knew that Bianca was just asking him to joke. “Sorry, I can't take you to the exit,” Adriano said.

“Tak what. Be rested. I want you to recover soon. Remember, there's a lot of work we need to get done right away. Next week you and I are leaving for Los Angeles. May your wounds have been completely healed, so that it can make you feel much comfortable,” said Bianca again with a sweet attitude. He then grabbed the expensive bag placed on the table. Bianca held it on her right arm. “One more. While in Greece, I met Arsen Moras. He sends greetings to you.”

“Oh, yes. Arsenic? It feels like it's been a long time since I've met him.” Adriano responds to Bianca's remarks.

“He looks more handsome, but unfortunately not my type,” Bianca said lightly. After that he laughed softly, then immediately said goodbye to Adriano who just stood staring at his departure.

After Bianca was not seen again, Adriano passed into the room. One room is spacious and no less luxurious, when compared to other rooms. There, the atmosphere is more than just comfortable, because the room is equipped with all the ornaments of the support is very adequate.

However, Adriano entered the room not to check all the collection of expensive trinkets, which filled the dressing room earlier. He was just standing in front of a mirror almost the same height as himself. Adriano stared at the athletic body that was whipped up using a bandage.

The blue-eyed man then touched the belly wrapped around the bandage. Highlight his eyes that always look warm and friendly, showing a deep sense of disappointment. “You've really hurt me, Mia. I make sure that you will also heal him,” Adriano said slowly. He swore to himself. Adriano did not open his mouth to anyone, that Mia had made him almost dead.

A moment later, the chairman Tigre Nero opened the wardrobe. He picked up a black round neck T-Shirt. He immediately put on the shirt. The man came out of the dressing room. His intention to rest, he paused. Adriano, choose to get out of the room. His steps looked gallant towards another room, which was the room that used to be occupied by Mia and Matteo when they visited Monaco.

Arriving in a room that is quite luxurious for the criteria of the guest room, a pair of blue eyes Adriano immediately fixed on three books that piled on the table next to the bed. He stepped over there and picked up the books earlier. Those are the books he actually gave to Mia.

However, due to an unexpected incident on the night that she kissed the woman, it seems that Mia did not intend to take her to Casa de Luca. ”This book is yours, Mia. I'll make sure to come back to you, even if you don't want to. Adriano D’Angelo never takes back what he has given to others,” Adriano said with great emphasis.

“Master!” call someone from outside the room. Adriano immediately turned his head and saw that Pierre had been standing in the doorway.

“What's up?” ask Adriano flat.

“Master Sergei Redomir is waiting for you in the workspace,” replied Pierre.

Adriano took a long breath. The man paused for a moment, before deciding to meet the man he had been feuding with. Adriano nodded, then exited room1 to head for the study. There, it was already waiting for Sergei with a wide smile. “How are you, Drug (Friends)?” warm sap.

Adriano did not answer immediately. He instead watched Sergei Redomir from head to toe. “What do you want?” the tan is cold and flat.

“Is that how you welcome a friend?” Sergei's face turned disappointed.

“I don't remember we were friends,” Adriano said flatly, then moved towards his desk. Adriano sat there.

“Cih! All because of Matteo de Luca! We're being stretched like this, because of him! Remember, Drug! Don't defend her too much. You don't know what he looks like,” Sergei replied while leaning towards Adriano. Both hands rested on the edge of the table.

“Oh, I know very clearly what Matteo de Luca really is. Now, no need to beat around the bush. Say what you want,” insists Adriano.

“I just want to give you information. The day after tomorrow, there will be land auctioned off to the public in eastern Greece. Maybe you're interested in buying that land and making it a new casino location. Didn't you just build two nightclubs there? I guess, that's a very small amount for an Adriano D’Angelo,” grinned Sergei while raising one of his eyebrows.