The Bodyguard's
The Result

“Gosh! What are you doing, Adriano?” Mia rushed to grab Adriano's arm, keeping her away from Carlo who was not fighting back at all. “Don't be crazy!” sergeant Mia.

Forcibly, Adriano removed his grip from Carlo's collar. He threw down the body of the son-in-law who was already severely injured. Adriano snorted angrily while throwing the rest of the bottle he was still holding, until it was completely smashed into pieces. “You're so brainless, Carlo!” Hardic Adriano. He has not fully vented his anger. The middle-aged man intended to re-attack Carlo.

But Marco immediately prevented it. “Stop, Adriano. What you're doing is not going to solve the problem.” Marco tried to calm his brother-in-law. A moment later, the Klan de Luca chief turned his attention to Carlo who was trying to get back on his feet. “Listen to me, Carlo. Your actions this time are indeed very rash. I know that you have good skills when it comes to fighting. However, infiltrating the enemy's place without any preparation and mature strategy, it was tantamount to suicide. Moreover, you also implicated Miabella in this,” Marco scolded.

“You are stupid!” clasped Adriano again who was not satisfied to vent all his anger.

“Being a clan leader, requires an experience. I admit you don't have that. You're just relying on inheritance! However, you should know yourself, Carlo!” Adriano continues to denounce the reckless actions of his son-in-law.

“Adriano's right. I was just like you, Carlo. I was blind about the organization. It was like having a nightmare, when Matteo appointed me as his successor to occupy the highest leadership seat of the Klan de Luca. However, in living it all, I continue to coordinate with Matteo as someone who is much more experienced,” Marco said looking closely at Miabella's husband.

“You can actually coordinate with me or Adriano. We can negotiate this thoroughly. If you did it before, maybe something like this we can avoid. However, even Miabella said nothing to me. He was just saying goodbye to the invitation to a masquerade party from Vlad Ignashevich. I didn't think you'd be there at all, because I thought it was purely about business,” Marco said.

Carlo did not dispute all of Marco or Adriano's remarks. He admitted his carelessness which resulted in Miabella becoming a victim.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while. Mia who looked restless, wiped her tears many times. “Then, what will we do now?” he asked in between sobs, because he was worried about the state of Miabella that there was no clarity.

“I want Mom to come with me to Palermo County Police Hospital. They will take a sample of Mom's DNA as a comparison to the blood found at the scene, ” Carlo said. He rubbed the blood that kept pouring from his nose and the corners of his lips.

“I still have confidence that the blood does not belong to Miabella,” Carlo said again despite a speck of doubt that had touched his heart.

“I think, that's what we should do right now. By making sure whether Miabella is alive or not, then we can take the next step,” Daniella suggested. “Mari, Carlo. Let me help you treat your wound,”. He grabbed Carlo's arm, intending to help him walk.

“No need, Mistress. I can walk on my own,” reject Carlo subtly.

“Obati. After that, we will leave for the hospital,” said Marco as he patted the arm of Carlo passing nearby. “It just so happens, Ignazio Raineri is handling the case. I asked for his help yesterday,” said Marco again directed attention to Adriano.

“I haven't seen him in a long time, ” Adriano said, starting to calm down. He then looked at Mia. The middle-aged woman still looked glum. Adriano immediately grabbed the wife's arm with affection. His attitude is much sweeter than when he faced Carlo. “Quiet, Darling. Everything's gonna be fine. I just feel the need to reprimand your son-in-law,” Adriano said.

However, Mia did not respond. His feelings cannot be as calm as Adriano or Marco. Although she was used to being far away from Miabella, her instincts as a mother could not help but grieve over the fate of the princess.

Mia's unrest continued, even as lab workers had finished picking up a few strands of hair to examine and sample her DNA as a comparison. All hope that the results that will come out later are negative.

Especially Carlo. He kept saying prayers. However, while living in an orphanage under Miranda's tutelage, Carlo often attended church. The positive thing, he remembered this moment. He didn't go straight to the Palace de Luca. The man decided to stop by the sacred building for a moment.

In there, Charles offered a solemn prayer. He pleaded with God to protect Miabella, if she were alive today. Carlo also asked to be given peace of mind and an airy heart, if it turned out that the results of laboratory tests showed positive.

With lethargic steps, Carlo walked out of the church. Just as he set foot on the steps of the stairs, Carlo felt the phone he had stored in his jacket pocket vibrate. The head of the Red Wolf Clan immediately checked his mobile phone. At that moment, he got a call from the Grigori.

“What's up, Grigori?” ask Carlo.

“How is the identification process, sir?” ask Grigori who already knows about the terrible tragedy.

“All is done. We just wait for the results tomorrow,” replied Carlo. “Is there anything important?” ask Carlo then.

“Oh yes. Then, how?” ask Carlo who immediately put on a different look. He seems to be getting interested in the conversation.

“Fyodor told me that he had found the address where Roderyk lived in Germany. The man was noted to have a luxury residence in the city of Hamburg. Do you want to track him there? Who knows you can get a clue about the whereabouts of Vlad Ignashevich.” Grigori gave his input.

Carlo did not immediately answer. He thinks before making a decision. “I will discuss this with my father-in-law and also Mr. Marco de Luca,”he said a moment later. “Then, what about the men you ordered to comb Russia and its surroundings?”

“Some of them have already given a report. The average person said that he found no sign of Vlad Ignashevich there. However, we will wait for reports from the others,” explained Grigori.

“Good. My mind is fucked right now. I'll call you later.” After saying so, Carlo hung up his phone. The blue-eyed handsome man's destination was the Palace de Luca, which was a short distance from the church earlier. Carlo walked quietly down the street, arriving at the Klan de Luca headquarters.

Upon his arrival, Carlo immediately headed to the room that had been prepared by Daniella. After all, he needed a place to rest the body.

After cleaning himself and changing clothes, Carlo laid down his athletic body on the bed in a recumbent position. In fact, he could not close his eyes perfectly, before making sure that Miabella was fine. However, a sense of tiredness, plus pain all over the body due to the actions of Adriano, made him sleep so quickly. His sleep was very sound, so Carlo did not realize that the day had changed.

Carlo opened his eyes when he heard a loud bang on the door. At a glance, Carlo had seen the time indicator numbers listed on the phone screen before opening the room door. “Master Marco?” sapanya slow.

“Gosh. I thought you were fainting or in a coma. I've been knocking on this door since then until my hands ache,” complained Marco, “but, I think it's natural that you faint. Considering Adriano beat you all out. If you were an ordinary person, you would have died getting a deadly blow many times like that,”.

“I've been feeling better now, Sir,” said Carlo imposing a smile, although the heart in the heart otherwise..

“Good then. Now, get ready. Police Chief Ignazio Ranieri is waiting for us downstairs. He brought the results of the DNA test,” explained Marco who made Carlo gasp.

“Wait a minute, Mr.” Carlo hurriedly snatched his shirt, then stepped gallantly following Marco on the side. Arriving in the living room, it turned out that everyone was waiting there. No exception Mia who was anxiously waiting with a face as pale as a corpse.

“How was the result, Mister?” ask Carlo without further ado. He hasn't even shaken hands with Ignazio.

“Sit first, Carlo,” whispered Marco. He led the husband of his nephew to sit next to Adriano who would not look at Carlo.

“Good. Earlier, I thanked you for being willing to wait until Miabella de Luca's husband is present in this room. I need to remind you, the DNA identification process shouldn't be this fast. Ordinary people should generally wait between a week to fourteen days. However, since you guys are-are special people in my eyes, then I can speed up the process,” Ignazio explained calmly.

“Good. No need to linger. I can feel your shock,” the police chief tried to joke, even though no one laughed at all.

Carefully, the middle-aged man, ripped off the tip of the brown envelope, then took out a few sheets of paper from inside. He had time to observe the writing listed there before reading out loud.

“From the results of laboratory identification, it can be concluded that 99% of the blood found on the floor does not belong to Miabella de Luca,” Ignazio said which spontaneously made them all able to breathe freely. Mia even hugged Carlo many times as a sign of gratitude

“However, the blood on the pillow and the hair on the bed, it belongs to your daughter, Mrs Mia,” continued Ignazio, who made the happiness on the faces of everyone instantly disappear.

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