The Bodyguard's
Finding Her

“Is there a chance that Miabella is still alive?” ask Carlo. He kept fighting doubt in his heart. However, Carlo did not want to stop, before he actually saw the body of the wife directly.

“The possibility will always be there. However, I don't know what percentage,” Ignazio said. The police chief breathed out slowly. “Good. I've been here too long. I'd better just say goodbye.” The man who had helped Adriano in uncovering the death of Matteo de Luca, then moved from his seat. Ignazio met Adriano, Marco, and finally Carlo. After that, he left the living room of the Palace de Luca, escorted by Marco as the host.

Carlo hung out for a while. And so is Mia. Miabella's mother didn't know what to say. Mia repeatedly wiped away the tears that endlessly drenched the cheeks and corners of the lips. “What is left of my memories with Matteo?” racau Mia slowly. Not long after, her tears broke.

Seeing that, Adriano immediately grabbed the body of the wife. He had to act quickly, so as not to let the anxiety disorder that had suffered Mia relapse again. Gentle and careful, Adriano treated the woman he loved so much. “Please yourself, Darling.” Miabella continued to stroke Mia's hair. As much as possible, Adriano gives a sense of comfort for his beloved wife.

“What will we do now?” marco just got back from dropping off Chief Ignazio. Mia's sister-in-law was back in the chair she had left behind.

“I'll be heading to Germany right now.” Carlo stand. He intended to pass away leaving his mother and father-in-law, who immediately looked in wonder at him.

“What will you do in Germany?” ask Adriano cynically.

Carlo did not answer immediately. He who had been standing, sat back down. The youngest son, Nikolai Volkov, seemed to be thinking about something.

“If there is something you want to do, then you should talk to us first. Let's negotiate, Carlo,” said Marco. He seemed very careful in saying. The leader of the Klan de Luca, turned for a moment to Adriano who was still holding Mia. Marco then turned his attention to Daniella who had been silent since. First brother Mia looked confused as to what to say.

Marco gestured for Daniella to bring Mia into the room. Without having to be ordered through speech, Daniella already understood the meaning of the husband. The woman who always looks fit with the typical makeup and appearance of the young man, immediately stood up and moved from her seat.

Daniella approaches Mia who is still in Adriano's arms. “Come, Mia. We should rest in the room,” take the mother of two sons. Daniella helps Mia stand up, then breaks her down to walk to the room occupied by her sister.

After the death of Mia and Daniella, in the living room there are now only three men who are all leaders of their respective organizations. Adriano has returned to his dignified sitting attitude. And Marco too. His attention could not be separated from the figure of Carlo who had been silent since.

“Say, what are you going to do by going to Germany? What other ridiculous plan are you devising without our knowledge?” Adriano's question sounded so intimidating in Carlo's ears.

“It's good you can be more open to us, Carlo. Who knows, we can give you feedback,” Marco's advice with a much friendlier-sounding tone. However, Carlo remained silent. He looked at his temple.

“Ah, of course. For us men, it is good to talk without the company of cigarettes.” Marco took one stick from the cigarette box with a brand that has been worldwide. He received the lighter that Adriano had just used. Thin smoke billowed from the mouths of the two middle-aged men.

"Do you want to, Carlo?” tawar Adriano's. The little corner of the dark-haired man's heart actually felt unbearable, seeing that someone who had become his adopted son was in such a non-dressful situation like this moment. Adriano exhaled a rough breath.

“Speak, Carlo.” Adriano looked closely at the son-in-law. “I know, your concern for Miabella's safety must be much greater than ours. I also have no doubt about it.” Adriano smoked a cigarette flanked by his index and middle fingers. He smokes his smoke regularly. “Me and Marco just don't want you to act rashly anymore,” said chairman Tigre Nero added.

“What Adriano said is true,” timpal Marco. “You know how hard it is to uncover the murder case that happened to my cousin, Matteo. Your real father-in-law.” Marco threw the cigarette ash in the ashtray, then again sucked the remaining half of the tobacco roll. “We can break it. Difficult things that can succeed because of cooperation.”

“Me and Marco are old, Carlo. But that doesn't mean we've lost our ability to think. In terms of energy, I will not force myself. Even though I can still fight with you normally.” Adriano eventually pecked out the rest of the cigarettes that stayed a little inside the ashtray. He sat down while leaning forward. Adriano rubbed both palms, without distracting from the son-in-law.

“I have never doubted your ability or Mr. Marco's. I was just embarrassed, and obliged to settle the mess I had caused. To be honest, I don't want to trouble you both.” Carlo who had been silent since, finally made a sound.

Adriano shook his head slowly. He re-stands his body. The man sits in the favorite position, which is to put the right leg over the left thigh. He checked his phone. I don't know what that guy saw there. Not long after, the mobile phone was back himself put on the table.

“I got a call from Grigori yesterday. He has got the address of Roderyk Lenkov's residence in Germany. I don't know why, it feels like I want to go there,” Carlo explained.

“What will you get there? Roderyk you've finished off in Italy.” Adriano's tone sounded very dubious.

“I don't care what gets there, and won't ignore the slightest clue. My resolve is round. Before seeing his body directly, I assumed he was still alive. I'll bring Miabella back.”

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