The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Black Shirts

The next day, a group from Italy had arrived in Monaco. The helicopter bearing the words De Luca landed smoothly in Adriano's heliped mansion. With a raised smile, the blue-eyed man stood up gallantly welcoming his special guests. On the left and right stood Pierre and Arsen who were accompanying. While Mia is busy preparing food with Olivia and some other maids.

“How are you, Mr. D’Angelo,” greet Marco while greeting Adriano familiarly. Coco followed him later. However, the man was acting ordinary. Daniella and Francesca were behind the two men. Daniella accidentally brings two caregivers to look after her two amazing children.

“Welcome to Monaco. This is my loyal aide, Pierre Corbyn. She is from France but speaks fluent Italian. While this is my colleague Arsen Moras. She is originally from Greece and happens to be on vacation here. Arsen quite mastered Italian,” Adriano glanced at the handsome man with a black shirt beside him. Arsen nodded with a smile. “Two of you, this is Mr. Marco de Luca. He was the head of the Clan de Luca and was a cousin of Matteo. While the one next to him is Mr. Ricci .. ah I do not know your full name,” Adriano said as he scrunched his forehead.

Seeing Adriano's attitude, Coco just responded calmly. The curly-haired man laughed softly. “No need to worry about my name, Mr. D’Angelo. For me it does not matter if not recognized by one or two people only,” chirp that immediately reply an elbow from Marco. “Coco is always joking,” said Marco immediately.

“Where is Mia?” sidelines Francesca from behind, who immediately received attention from Arsen. The soul of the man's basket eyes popped up every time he saw the beautiful girl. The Greek man smiled as he watched the hazel-eyed girl. While Coco who realized that, immediately grabbed the lover's shoulder with affection, making Arsen turn his gaze in the other direction while taking a short breath.

“Mia is inside. You know not if he likes to cook,” Adriano's handsome face looks radiant when discussing the wife. “Alright, we'd better get in soon,” take the man again. As a good host, Adriano should make his guests feel really comfortable. The Italian group immediately followed the owner of the mansion.

“Daddy Zio!” miabella who ran welcomed Adriano. Immediately, the man lowered his body as the little girl burst into his arms. Adriano took Miabella and brought her in. The daughter of Matteo hugged her father while facing back. At that moment he looked at the group from Italy. However, instantly his round eyes looked disappointed. “Grandfather Damiano didn't come here?” the question is either addressed to whom.

“Your grandfather is busy taking care of the plantation, darling,” replied Coco as he continued to walk after Adriano.

“Why did Uncle even come here and not help him there?” miabella chirps with her speech style that sounds so adorable. Coco doesn't know what to answer. He's not good at small talk with a kid. The brown-eyed man only scratched his non-itchy head while smiling widely, hoping to impress Miabella. However, the little girl actually stuck out her tongue, making Marco unable to hold back laughter.

Not long after, they also arrived in the living room of the magnificent building. Mia was already standing there welcoming. A big smile and a big cry mixed together, as she hugged Daniella and Francesca. The longing that arises feels very different from the past, even though they are used to living far apart. But this time it felt so good. “Come, come with me. We let the men here,” invite Mia who immediately brought her two sisters passed from the living room. “Bella, come. Let Daddy Zio with his guests,” Mia also invites and Miabella. The little girl complied with her mother, albeit with some force.

Now, in the spacious living room there are only men. After some waiters served them drinks and cigars, the conversation began. “Yesterday my sister said something about the Hand of Satan. He had just returned from Sicily and saw the members of the stealth group in action at one of the bars there. I was so excited to visit that place. You may know where the bar is,” Adriano directed her gaze at Marco. Long settled in Palermo, he should have controlled the Sicilian region well.

“What is the name of the bar you mean?” ask Marco. He picked up a cigar and started to light it up.

“Palazzo Del Rosso,” reply Adriano briefly. He who has first lit a cigar, sucked and smokes its smoke slowly.

Marco still seems to think. “Yes, I think I know that place. I can accompany you there. Just tell me when you want to go,” Marco said.

“The place has been closed and given a police line, at least that's what Valerie said. The owner of the bar was killed on the spot in the attack,” Adriano explained.

“Then, why did the members of the Devil Hand attack an entertainment venue? As far as I know the group is only interested in weapons, not drinks or comfort women,” interrupted Arsen in wonder.

“Do you know anything about the Hand of Satan?” Adriano directed his gaze at the colleague.

“No,” Arsen object immediately. “I only heard it at a glance from Redomir. He once discussed the group with someone on the phone. However, I also don't know who he was calling at that time. They only talk about weapons,” explained Arsen who then gulped down his drink

“When did you hear that?” adriano's search looks increasingly interesting.

“For a long time, Adriano," replied Arsen calmly. “You remember when you saw the land auctioned on the island of Crete? Redomir called someone before you got there. They speak in English. At first glance I heard him mention the name of the Hand of Satan back then. However, I didn't ask him anything either, because I thought it was just the name of an ordinary mafia kingpin" Arsen said, again sipping his drink.

Adriano was silent and thought deeply. He tried to pull the common thread of all the information that had already entered him.

“From the results of my investigation in America yesterday, there was someone who said that Matteo-made weapons were sold freely on a dark site. They also sell it at a cheaper price than the actual price tag,” explained Adriano again.

“ Are you sure that the weapon they sold cheaply was really a weapon from de Luca and not a clone of it?” Coco who had been listening since just now made a sound. Instantly Adriano's and the others' attention was on him. “Can you, right? What is not possible in modern times like today. Everyone justifies everything in order to make a big profit,”, Coco said. Adriano and Marco looked at each other for a moment.

“It could have been,” Arsen responded to Coco's remarks.

“Don't Sergei Redomir ever order weapons to Matteo in large quantities? You should also investigate where the weapons ran,” Coco said again with a cynical smile that she addressed to Adriano. However, Adriano did not want to respond to the man's cynical smile. He accepted Coco's opinion well.

“I think we should go through these cases one by one. If indeed everything was interrelated, then in the end the clues would definitely refer to one person, not branching out as it is today. In every murder case, everyone can be a suspect,” Pierre expressed his opinion. “If you think the Hand of Satan is behind all this, then we should first reveal the stealth group,” the advice of the French man.

“I told you first that it was a very difficult thing,” refuted Marco.

“Difficult but they exist and are real. In Sicily,” Adriano responded. “I've decided we'll go there tomorrow. Marco and Ricci accompany me. Arsen, I gave you a job yesterday. While Pierre stays here. We'll leave the ladies for a few days. Prepare layered security,” break Adriano with full authority. Marco immediately agreed to that. While Coco just rubbed her forehead. Arsen and Pierre nodded in understanding of their task.

The next day, after breakfast Adriano began to get ready. He immediately headed to the dressing room and picked up one of his black shirts. Adriano always looks neat every time he wants to go out. He is the opposite of Matteo who is more comfortable with a casual look. Standing in front of the mirror, the man began to change clothes. Focused, he looked into the mirror where there was a reflection of him. However, now looks a beautiful figure in the reflection of the mirror. Mia was already standing next to him. Adriano turned his head, then turned his head to face his wife. Unasked, Mia buttoned the shirt that was still open. “Save two on top,” says Adriano slowly.

“You're leaving now?” mia asked as she buttoned the shirt Adriano wore, one by one. As per the instructions, he left the two upper buttons and left them open. “Thank you for everything you've done. I'm sure Matteo will say the same to you,” said the brunette slowly.

“I did it all for you,” reply Adriano stared fixedly at the pretty face in front of him. While Mia bowed for a moment. A short breath slid from his lips. “Whatever I will do to make you feel calm,” said the blue-eyed man again while rubbing Mia's cheek gently using the back of his hand.

Mia then raised her face slowly and looked at the handsome face of the husband. A small smile appeared on his lips which now belonged to Adriano. Just like this time, he let the man kiss her again. Mia even replied to him. “Be careful. Hopefully from there you can find a lot of clues,” hope Mia shortly after they stop kissing.

“Thank you for your concern, Mia. That means a lot to me. Take care of yourself here. I've ordered Pierre to do the layered security. You don't have to worry, because my mansion is the safest place for you and also Miabella,” Adriano's message just before he exits the room and passes towards the helicopter runway that will take him flying towards Sicily.

Meanwhile, Mia was only fixated on staring at the departure of the husband, until Adriano's dashing steps completely disappeared from her sight. Miabella's mother's feelings were so strange. I don't know if he can interpret it well or not.

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