The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Stalking

Adriano waited until both Mia and Miabella were fast asleep, before she gradually edged down from the super-sized bed. The man had deliberately ordered a single bed, with the intention that he could sleep three with his wife and daughter. For some reason, since arriving in England, Adriano always felt like being near the mother and child. Stared at him for a moment both beautiful faces across the ages who were already in the cradle of dreams. The man smiled a little.

A moment later, Adriano opened the closet. He changed his shirt with a black hoodie jacket and a pair of jeans. Something that is rarely used by him. The last time Adriano wore such clothes was when she was a teenager. He was still living with his uncle. The casual clothes he had at the moment, settled more in the closet. However, it turned out that he could use it for reconnaissance purposes this time.

Slowly, Adriano opened the door without a sound. She then sneaks into Coco's room next to hers. “Are you ready?” ask Adriano.

Coco who was currently slipping the weapon behind her back, nodded quickly. He threw a black backpack at Adriano. “Bring that bag. There's a laptop in it. From there I can observe the movement of the young man we will intai,” he explained.

“How? What was the result of your reconnaissance of that young man?” Adriano who was interested in hearing Coco's words finally chose to sit for a moment on one of the chairs that were not far from the curly-haired man.

Coco squinted her nape before replying. “You're right, Amico. I think he's just an ordinary guy. I did not find anything interesting, apart from the scolding of a mother he received at all times. Don't you think it's something weird?” inexplicably.

Adriano, who was sitting cross-legged with a backpack on his lap, looked to be knitting eyebrows. “Devil's hands are a gathering of high-class assassins. The young man yesterday was just an amateur. He didn't even know if the gun he used to terrorize the visitors was empty,” the man seemed to think.

“Mia told me if she heard the sound of a firearm eruption earlier. That means that some of them are wearing bullets,” Coco said.

“Yes, that's true. However, if indeed those whom I saw yesterday were really groups of the Hand of Satan, then I think that's too funny. They did manage to scare and make noise. However, the way they did at that time seemed unprofessional. They just brandished weapons and chased after people. Not as brutal as I've heard so far,” thought Adriano again still showed a strange look.

“Are you sure if it is indeed a Satanic Hand group or ..” Coco did not continue her words. He raised his eyebrows when he looked at Adriano.

“You know what we have to do,” Adriano said as he moved on from his seat. “Let's move now,” the handsome man raises the hoodie hood up to cover the hair. He also placed the rope from the black backpack on the right shoulder.

“Jeez,” Coco shook her head in amazement as she clucked in disbelief.

“What's up?” Adriano who was already at the doorway, immediately turned his head in surprise.

“In my opinion, you look much more handsome wearing this kind of outfit than wearing a neat suit at all times,” Coco grinned. “You have the aura of a bad man, Adriano. You should have stayed single and ensnared a lot of girls" he said.

“I'm not interested!” his objection. “Come, don't waste time!” adriano again rushed to the elevator. In the elevator, Coco continued to pay attention to Adriano's appearance from head to toe.

“You also wear sneakers,” Coco chirps again.

“What's the reason?” Adriano glanced at a glance, then re-directed his gaze straight ahead.

“Have you prepared all this since Monaco?” search Coco.

“I plan to prepare casual clothes to invite Mia and Miabella to explore the outdoors in Birmingham. However, who would have thought if these clothes were useful for me to wear now,” Adriano replied casually.

“You better throw away all those slippery shirts of yours, Amico. You look more dashing wearing a shirt like this.”

a ridiculous suggestion from Coco that Adriano had not heard at all. In addition to the fact that he considered it unimportant, at that time they also arrived at the ground floor of the hotel which served as a luxury lobby.

“I drive,” said Coco fast. He took the car keys and overtook Adriano. After unlocking her, Coco sat behind the wheel with a wide smile.

“Your task now is to turn on that laptop,” point it at Adriano who just sat next to him.

Adriano just took a deep breath. He had no other choice but to obey Matteo's late friend. "How dare you rule me" Adriano murmured softly and only replied to a crisp laugh from Coco.

After the laptop turns on, Coco directs Adriano to open one application that is on the screen. “Supervise the moving red dot on the map. The red dot was the young man,” he explained while continuing to drive.

“She moves and spins somewhere in ...” Adriano squinted, then brought the laptop screen closer to his face, “ in East London,” he continued.

“Hmm, now he's in East London. I saw that he was still in his apartment not far from here,” Coco said.

“Ah, ward, Ricci!" Adriano showed a tense look.

“What's up?” Coco looked at it briefly.

“The red dot is gone. Do you think he found the tracking device, or now that he's changing clothes,” Adriano sounds hesitant.

“If he changed clothes, he would have done it since in the apartment earlier,” Coco replied. “Where was the last location of the red dot that disappeared?” tanyakanya.

Adriano zoomed in on the map and found its exact location. “In an abandoned warehouse, twenty kilometers from here,”.

Not wanting to lose track, Coco immediately stepped on the gas pedal. The soul of the rider, buried for a dozen years, has now resurfaced. Cleverly, he steered the steering wheel according to the direction of the road and arrived at the destination for no more than ten minutes. While Adriano's hand firmly gripped the handle above the car door. “You made us almost ticketed,” growled.

“Take it easy, Amico. The allowed speed limit is 110 km/h. I only got to a hundred,” him while removing the seat belt. “Come! Don't let us lose track!” take Coco with you immediately.

Adriano put the laptop in the passenger seat then got out of the car. The two of them were sneaking towards the large warehouse in the middle of the dusty field. There is a gap in the door of the warehouse that is rather open. A bit of light from the lamp came out from inside. Adriano then opened the door made of light steel vigilantly. Coco had even cocked a weapon. However, how surprised the two, when they saw the target they had been spying on was lying just on the warehouse floor.

The two of them immediately ran over to the young man whose stomach was filled with blood. “This child was hit by a puncture wound,” Adriano revealed carefully the long-sleeved black T-shirt worn by the young man. There were some rather severe cuts on his stomach.

“Please,” heard a soft mutter from the young man.

“He's alive, Amico!” Coco slips.

“Yes, I know,” Adriano again closed the shirt of the young man who turned out not to change clothes since the last time he met him last afternoon in the cafeteria. He then brought his face closer to the young man's face. “Who did this to you?” tanyakanya.

At first the young man nodded. However, in the end Coco managed to persuade him to be willing to talk. “Do not cover up the perpetrator who has made you seriously injured like this,” he said.

“It’s John,” replied the young man later. His voice sounded very weak.