The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
La Fuga

After the stranger died, Adriano was silent. He did nothing but observe the dozens of men standing around him. Their stature looked firm, with firm facial lines. Adriano begins to guess what their background really looks like. If they are not from the black world, they must be people who are accustomed to dealing with violence every day. In Adriano's view, the characteristics of those people are more suitable to be mercenaries or at least dabbling in the military. The way they held weapons and coordinated looked very neat was also orderly. “I don't think, it turns out I got a pretty tough opponent,” muttered while smiling faintly.

He felt the sword-robed necklace that he managed to steal from the mysterious woman earlier. The necklace is now hidden under the soles of his feet. When the men were caught off guard, Adriano flapped his necklace to the left side, not far from the foot of the iron chair. Slowly, Adriano leaned forward, so the chair shifted slightly forward as well.

“Hei! What are you doing?” exclaimed one who managed to catch the action.

“Ah, it looks like I'm getting sleepy,” Adriano grinned wide, then went back to silence. Not long after, he tilted his body and dropped to the side, where his hand was directly above the golden-roofed necklace that had been lying on the wooden floor. Snapping, the man's hand grabbed the necklace earlier and grasped the object tightly.

Actually, Adriano's arm was painful due to the iron chair. The weight of his body now rests on a pinched arm. But Adriano ignored him. He was quite satisfied because he was able to hold the necklace.

“What the fuck are you!” hardik those people. Some of them approached Adriano, then re-established his seat.

“As I said earlier, I am sleepy,” replied Adriano flatly. The smile that had adorned his handsome face began to fade, especially when one of them threw a punch in the face. Fresh blood dripped from the corner of Adriano's lips. He wiped the blood using the tip of his tongue. After that, the blue-eyed man stared intently at the person who had dared to make his face hurt. A cold and cruel look he gave. “Look at me later if my body is no longer bound, you are the one I will first finish,” his hiss with a threatening tone.

“Don't dream!” the guy was intending to hit Adriano again. However, the handsome man immediately dodged, so the stranger just hit the wind. Adriano then tried to stand up, until his chair was lifted. He punched the man with all his might. The stranger staggered back and fell unconscious.

“Hei!” yell at the others. They're trying to get back at Adriano.

However, one other friend immediately prevented. “Bos says that we should not make physical contact with him!” stop that guy.

“You didn't see he hurt Bruce!” reject any of the people that seem emotional.

“Quiet! Can't you just wait till tomorrow morning?” prevent his friend again.

Adriano chuckled at the debate of those people. While they were busy fighting, Adriano freely used the tip of the sword pendulum to break the rope that tied his wrist. He had enough difficulty because the blunt pendulum was not too strong to break the large-diameter slap rope.

However, it turns out that the necklace he stole, has another secret that is quite surprising. Adriano did not expect, as he held the sword-shaped pendulum tightly behind his body, he accidentally pressed a small button that was almost invisible. The button was able to open the object earlier, so that the sword pendulum was split into two. Adriano felt the contents of the pendulum carefully. He could feel a sharp object hidden inside. It was shaped like a needle of a wider size.

Slowly, Adriano swiped the sharp object over the surface of the slap rope. Moments later, his efforts bore fruit, his slap rope slipping away along with the atmosphere returning to silence. The men managed to temper their disputes and return to their respective positions.

Adriano did not want to take any risks. He still pretended to be in a perfectly bound state. At that time, Adriano could do nothing but wait until the night got late. Adriano then bowed his head while closed. Tiredness that whack, making himself powerless to withstand drowsiness. In the end, he fell asleep for a while and recovered his energy, until the night had passed.

The beautiful man tried to gather all his consciousness. The blue eyes of the chairman Tigre Nero, keen to see a pair of leather boots with black color in front of him. “Adriano D’Angelo.” heard the owner of the boots mentioned his name.

The man's voice Adriano had heard before. In order to eliminate the curiosity in the heart, Adriano then looked up. Instantly, the blue-eyed man was silently glued to the glare of the eyes that implied disbelief. Timothy Dixon stood proudly, folding both hands to his chest. His appearance also looks different from the one Adriano met yesterday while on the project site. No shirt or anything that shows that he's a nice guy. At that time, Timothy was only wearing a white singlet with blue jeans.

Next to the architect, stood the woman who sat on Adriano's lap last night. While the men were sturdy with a fierce face, lined up behind the two people. The woman smiled with satisfaction as she continued to chew gum. He let his arm dangle just like that over Timothy's shoulder. While his gaze was fixed on Adriano and looked a little mischievous.

“Adriano D’Angelo,” again, the man mentioned Adriano's name with a tone full of ridicule. The sound of a heavy sigh slipping from his beard-filled lips was quite thick. He may feel the upper hand, because he saw Adriano who was still in a tight bond.

“Timothy Dixon or ... what is your real name?” Adriano knitted his eyebrows with a curious-sounding tone, but still seemed so calm.

The man who claimed to be Timothy Dixon laughed. Instead of answering, the man glanced at the woman next to him. “You hear that, Duscha? He asked who I was ...” The man laughed again, then followed by those who were there. Everything sounds banged up Adriano. The mockery was evident from the faces that now appeared without face cover, so Adriano could see them one by one clearly. There was also a driver who yesterday carried him between those faces.

The man with the white singlet had half bowed. His face was quite close to Adriano. “Then, what is your real purpose for coming to England? I'm sure it's not just the casino project with Don Vargas, is it?” tanyanya while re-enforcing the body wrapped in tanned skin.

Adriano stared fixedly at the man standing before him. A moment later, he squinted his eyes. “Thomas Bolton?” hissing slowly.

Immediately, Adriano's slow speech was greeted with a clap of hands from the thick-bearded man. A wide laugh came back from his lips. “The great chairman of Tigre Nero. It is only fitting that the mafia association that you lead can dominate mainland Europe,” decaknya several times while shaking slowly.

“I am my greatness,” Adriano smiled widely. “So, are you really the Thomas Bolton I'm looking for? Ah, what a coincidence. That means I don't have to go into the sewers to find you,” grinned the blue-eyed beautiful man. Then he laughed crisply.

“Yes, I'm Thomas Bolton you're looking for. You should know that I'm a ferocious crocodile hiding in a culvert, just waiting for its prey to fall on its own. Look what's happening to you now. You're already in the sewers of my power,” the man who turned out to be Thomas Bolton clenched his hand firmly in front of Adriano. He then glanced at the woman next to him. “Do you know how strong a crocodile bite is, Duscha?” tanyakanya.

The woman who turned out to be named Duscha laughed crisply while continuing to chew her gum. “Oh, Thomas. I've never been bitten by a crocodile,” he then walked up to Adriano and slightly lowered his body next to the man. Duscha then brought his lips closer to Adriano's ears. “I want you to bite me,” whispered the woman was naughty, then laughed wide.

“Listen to me. Crocodiles have a bite force of more than five thousand pounds per square inch. The bite can be juxtaposed against a T-rex. Please imagine for yourself. How great are you, Adriano D’Angelo? Don't feel like you've managed to finish off my best friend Andreja Borislav, so you think you can kill me easily. That will never happen, because before you finish me off, I will beat you mercilessly first!” a hard kick leads right to Adriano.

However, as quickly as lightning the man who was still sitting loosened the bond that had indeed been broken from last night. Adriano's reflexes were still good when he held Thomas's lunge towards him. He twisted the leg and wrapped it around with a rope that immediately detached as he moved. While Thomas, who had lost his balance, fell on his back on the floor.

With a quick movement, Adriano pulled the man and made him a living shield. He held Thomas's hands folded behind the man's back. Adriano also pressed his neck firmly. Meanwhile, well-built men were ready with their pistols pointed directly at Adriano. Watchful and sharp, the man's blue eyes observed every movement around him.