The Bodyguard's
Paybacks

Carlo, already overcome with emotion, immediately kicked Roderyk in the head violently. Though the middle-aged man was already in a lifeless condition, but Carlo seemed not satisfied to vent all the anger in him. He did that a few times. While Carlo was beating Roderyk blindly, the caller lying near the middle-aged man's body rang. Carlo picked it up immediately.

“Dad. I will execute Karl Voklov's wife right now. You can watch it from the watchdog.” Vlad Ignashevich's voice was clear. However, I don't know where the man is.

“What will you do to my wife, asshole?” furious Carlo. “Say where your current position is!” joked the leader of the Red Wolf Clan.

“Ah, Karl Volkov? Apparently it's true that you're the intruder who messed up my adoptive father's big show,” Vlad said with a tone that seemed to sneer. “Do you want to see how I finish your beautiful wife?” Vlad's cynical laughter further burned the emotion in Carlo. “Omong-by the way, why is this calling device on you? Where's my foster father?” asked the young businessman again in surprise.

“Your father has gone to hell!” carlo replied with satisfaction.

“Fuck you, Karl Volkov!” dengus Vlad's. “Then I will not waste any more time to finish off your wife.”

Hearing that, immediately the head of the Red Wolf Clan walked towards the next room, which was partly made of thick glass. In the room with a size not much different from where Carlo finished Roderyk earlier, there are several monitors that show every corner of the mansion owned by Vlad Ignashevich's adoptive father.

Carlo's pair of blue eyes were so agile to check every screen, that his gaze was fixed on an object that made the blood in the body of the man with the posture of 189 cm instantly freeze. “You will regret having been born into this world, Vlad Ignashevich!” carlo said with a threat. His words sounded full of emphasis.

Vlad just laughed. His figure which was then clearly visible on the monitor screen, turned towards the surveillance camera. Vlad waved with his right hand holding the handle of the gun. In front of the blond man earlier, there appeared a woman in a sitting position. The head of the woman in the red dress was bowed, with long brown hair that fell forward and covered her face. Both of the women's hands were tied back.

Carlo was still glued to the screen. He seemed to be analyzing everything that seemed there. Likewise, the figure of the woman in the red dress that Carlo knew belonged to Miabella. “Fight me, asshole!” carlo growled when he saw Vlad pointing the firearm he was holding towards the woman.

Three shots Vlad slated. Three bullets pierced the head of the poor woman who was immediately slumped into her leg. Fresh blood was clearly seen flooding the floor around the woman's body.

Vlad dropped the gun he had used to execute earlier. The body of the man with the man bun hairstyle collapsed. He sat in front of a body that was no longer moving.

The face of the handsome Russian man implied a deep pain. He even seemed to wipe the corner of his eye, as three bodyguards entered while carrying a large pouch.

The three bodyguards carried the body of the woman in a red dress, believed to be Miabella, into the black bag. After that, they came out of the room where Vlad executed the wife of the head of the Red Wolf Clan.

“We break even, Karl Volkov,” Vlad said after a while had passed. The man's voice sounded trembling. Vlad could not believe that he had just finished off the woman who had managed to captivate his heart. “You killed my real father and my foster father. It feels worth one life from the woman you love so much.” Finished saying so, Vlad then stood up. The handsome man with the black blazer suddenly threw the communication tool he had just used.

Carlo rushed out of the room. He ran down the dimly lit hallway. Carlo intends to pursue the three bodyguards who carry Miabella's body. I don't know where Vlad's men were going to dump the body of the poor woman.

Room by room Carlo check. However, no details are the same, as in the surveillance footage.

“Bella!” shouted Carlo loudly. His voice echoed, creeping into every corner of the hallway. “Bella!” Carlo continued to shout, until he saw several men in black clothes walking from the front. Charles recognized the men as members of the Clan de Luca. “Where is Mr Marco?” ask her with a loud tone.

“Master Marco is coordinating with his aides to clean up the mess in this mansion, Mister,” replied one of the tallest men.

“Then, help me find Miabella. Have your friends comb through every room in this mansion!” Carlo's Order. Tense rails mixed in agitation, clearly visible on the handsome face of the thin mustache man. Until then, Carlo still did not believe that the woman in the video was his wife. He was so sure that Vlad was playing tricks on him and bullying him.

“Bella, please. Come to me, dear.” The distraught Carlo, fumigated himself while opening one door after another that he found. Finally, the man's steady steps led him to the bottom floor dominated by iron walls and bright incandescent lights.

“Bella!” Carlo exclaimed loudly. While the bodyguards of the Clan de Luca, faithfully walked by his side while breaking down every door that was there.

“Master, look at this!” shouted a guard at Carlo who was standing at the very end of the doorway. The eyes of the bodyguard showed incredible horror. One of its index points leads straight into the middle of the room.

Without wasting any time, Carlo immediately barged in. His blue eyes were perfectly wide when he saw a pool of blood filling the floor. His body trembled violently, as he caught an object lying just above the pool of blood earlier.

“That's Bella's communication tool with me,” Carlo said as he walked closer. Carefully, he bowed then picked up the thing that turned out to be a black earpiece. Not far from the earpiece, there was a jewel bracelet that Carlo knew belonged to his wife. In addition to these two objects, Carlo also mensukan next to Miabella's party shoes. The other one was somewhere else.

“Does all this belong to Young Miss, Mister?” ask one of the guards carefully.

“Yes. It all belongs to my wife.” Carlo, who had always looked gallant and tough like a rock, now looked weak like a wet white paper. His strength evaporated as the faint shadow of Miabella moved away.

“Miabella is unlikely to die. No. .. it is impossible ...” Carlo raved as he continued to shake his head. He balked at the reality that had already happened.

“Miabella is still here. Around here ...” Carlo got up immediately. He saw a small bed that also contained blood spots, along with some strands of brown hair Miabella on the pillow.

Carlo picked up the hair, then inhaled the aroma deeply. After that, his body stiffened. Carlo froze in place as he continued to tightly grip the strands of hair earlier. “This ... this is the smell of shampoo commonly used by Miabella,”.

Half of Carlo's soul seemed to float. His bones were no longer able to support the weight of the body. Carlo collapsed, then stuck to the floor. “No. This is impossible. Bella can't leave me. He has promised ...”

“Bella, come back, Bella! I'm already here. Pick you up." Carlo's getting more and more raved about it. “You don't play games with me, Vlad!” This time, the head of the Red Wolf Clan immediately got up. His eyes swept to every corner of the room. Made some of the members of the de Luca clan who were with him back away in fear.

“Give me Bella, Vlad!” Carlo's screams were loud. He began to lose control. Anger and sadness took over his senses.

Carlo crazy. He hit every dead thing around him. Walls, tables, chairs, and beds. All did not escape the target of his deadly blow. The bed made of wood must be broken and split in two in the middle.

Not stopping there, Carlo kicked the edge of the bed upside down. That's when he saw an awkwardness. There was a tear of white cloth that Carlo believed belonged to someone else. He picked up the cloth, then inhaled its aroma. “This is not the body odor of Miabella,” her murmur.

“Maybe it belongs to another victim who has been tortured here, Sir,” said one clan member.

Carlo immediately turned his head towards the man while looking at him sharply. “There is only one way to find out.” The handsome blue-eyed man walked over to Marco de Luca's bodyguard. “Take the blood sample on the floor, as well as the blood spots on the pillow. Take some hair nearby as well. You sent them all to the hospital for DNA testing. We will wait for what the outcome will be. I hope it doesn't belong to Miabella."

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