The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Empty Rooms

Adriano looked at each other for a moment with Coco, before she turned her attention back to the already helpless young man. “John who?” press the blue-eyed man. Curiosity is clearly visible on his face.

“John, te. I thought in .. a good friend,” the young man stammered as his breath began to wheeze.

“Tell me, where does he live? I need a last name John!” adriano was impatient.

While the young man occasionally grimaced because he endured the pain of the wounds he had suffered. “John Dixon's. He was at ...” with the remains of his breath still remaining, the young man mentioned a flat address in a suburb of London. He finished his sentence together with both eyes perfectly closed. The young man finally exhaled his last breath.

“What is he dead?” Coco looked at Adriano questioningly.

“Yes. He's dead and my fingerprints fill his shirt. The tire tracks of our rented car were also left clearly here,” half-frenched, Adriano stood up and swept a glance around the warehouse, before finally turning his attention back to Coco. “Can you contact Ranieri now?” ask Adriano at the end.

“For what?” Coco asked back.

“We need his help to clear up and cover all the traces we leave here,” Adriano replied giving an explanation, making Coco able to understand it immediately well.

Without waiting for long, the curly-haired man immediately grabbed his phone and contacted detective Ranieri. Coco doesn't do much pleasantry. He immediately expressed the purpose of contacting the detectives who had offered to cooperate with them before.

Ignazio Ranieri immediately agreed. He knows what he has to do. “Go away from there! I'll take care of everything. My friends are already preparing in London,” said the detective.

Coco and Adriano looked at each other then both nodded. “Do you think about what I think?” Coco raised one of her eyebrows.

“Let's find John Dixon's address,” reply Adriano. They both rushed back to the car and drove from there to the outskirts of London.

It was not difficult for Coco to find the address that the young man had mentioned earlier.

His attention is now focused on apartments or slum flats as high as dozens of floors. At the entrance, Adriano asked the old man who seemed to be a guard of the place. “How much is John Dixon's room number?” Adriano asked without further ado.

“Are you one of the victims too?” sahut the man.

“What do you mean?” Adriano scrunched his forehead while folding his hands on his chest.

“He's a big liar! That bastard tricked me by two hundred pounds. He hasn't been back here in a week!” the old man was full of emotion. “If you are indeed the same fate as me, please come to his room on the eleventh floor, number 43B. Bring her valuable items that I can sell,” she said with a thick British English accent.

“Alright, I'll remember,” Adriano and Coco nodded, then entered the elevator. Adriano then hit the number eleven. Arriving there, he sorted the room numbers until they stopped in front of the door number 43B. Without having to be asked, Coco immediately turned the handle. However, he then shook his head. “Locked,” said the curly-haired man while shrugging both his shoulders.

“Get aside,” Adriano shifts Coco's body slowly towards the side. As powerful as he was, he then kicked the door with just one move until it collapsed instantly.

“Wow,” Coco clapping. “Your strength turns out to be balanced with Matteo,” his flattery while passing Adriano and into the empty-looking room.

“Cracked once,” Adriano clucked. He returned to being vigilant. Examine it room by room carefully, although it should end up disappointed. “Nobody here,” grumbled Adriano.

“See what I found,” Coco picked up some business cards scattered on the table. Read them one by one. However, in the end he returned to throw the small cards on the table earlier, “It turns out only the names of women call," he said disappointed mixed with annoyance.

“Do you know the person who occupies this room?” Adriano asked with a friendly-looking attitude.

“Yes! He's my neighbor, why?” replied the woman still in a high tone. His eyes filled with suspicion on the two men who were not far from where he was standing.

“Do you know where he is now?” adriano asked again still with his calm attitude.

“How do I know!" said the woman was indifferent and very taut. "He hasn't been home in a week! Just try to find her place of work at Devil’s Angel Pub and Restaurant!” obviously the woman with a loud voice. The calm and friendly attitude that Adriano showed him, it did not make the woman's attitude soft.

“Where is it?” coco's turn is now to ask her.

“Ah, you are definitely not English! That famous pub you don't know? Incredibly,” the woman's lips were still with a hostile tone of speech.

“Tell me where, Madam! Please,” Coco put on a hardened look while gluing her palms together near her chest.

“That place is in central London! Now get the rest of you out of here or I'll call the police! right now too. Basic intruder!” threaten the woman firmly.

“Not even you say, we will definitely leave,” Coco blinked one eye, then walked past the woman just like that.

Adriano followed him from behind. He intended to go to the place the woman mentioned last night as well. However, the phone that rang stopped its steady pace. Adriano froze when he saw Mia's name on the screen.

"Ah, fuck! Wife woke. I can't make him worry,” Adriano said as he gulped. He walked a little away from Coco. "Mia," Adriano opened the conversation.

"I woke up and found you nowhere. Where are you now?" mia asked with her voice that sounded a bit raucous.

"I went out for a while with Ricci. We just want to catch a breeze while enjoying the night in London, before leaving for Birmingham" Adriano replied, trying to stay calm, even though he felt bad about having to lie to Mia.

"You think I'm just gonna believe it?" Mia sounded suspicious.

Adriano laughed softly. He beckoned Coco to come closer. He gave his cell phone to the man. "Hi, Mia. You'd better go to sleep and stop bothering us. Don't worry, because I won't hesitate to beat your husband if he glances at the big-headed girls here" said Coco, who immediately replied to an elbow from Adriano. Soon, Adriano snatches his phone from Coco's hands.

"Tell me where you are now!" mia's voice suddenly sounded much more resolute than before.

"Don't listen to him, Mia. We just sat around the hotel. There are no big-headed girls here" Adriano assured his wife. "We'll be in the room in a minute. You better go back to sleep and accompany Miabella. Don't worry, I'll be fine" quietly and in Adriano's voice sounded so soothing to Mia.

"alright. I want you back before twelve. If not, then I won't open the door for you" threatened Mia before hanging up her phone.

Adriano took a deep breath. He scratched his forehead for a moment. "You must be ready to be the same fate as me" said the blue-eyed man as he passed before Coco who immediately followed him.

"I'm sure Francy wouldn't behave like that" Coco replied. "Yes, hopefully not" he said, hesitatingly. Adriano did not respond to the curly-haired man. He got into the car and took over the wheel. "Why are you driving?" coco Protest.

"To find it safe" Adriano replied very calmly.