The Bodyguard's
Bad Dreams

Charles forced himself to close his eyes that night. He should get enough rest, because tomorrow is a big day for him. Carlo will meet Boris and also Fyodor Vasiliev. If their meeting is successful and can find a word of agreement, then it will become much easier for him to get support from the government. In addition, he will also not be too difficult in destroying Viktor. Power will soon return to his hands.

However, when his eyes began to close, in the mind of the man again appeared the shadow of the figure of Miabella. Carlo is awake again. “Gosh.” The man rubbed his face rough, then changed positions. At first he slept on his back. Now, he turned it to the right. As much as possible Carlo took his mind off the beautiful shadow of Miabella who kept teasing, and made himself become restless.

However, the more the man tried, it turned out that the flashes about Miabella actually came more and more in his mind. The makeup body and pretty face that he had enjoyed for a while, from the girl who made him crazy was very difficult for him to get rid of. The smell of the girl's body seemed to be clearly smelled by her. “Bella,” sigh Carlo slowly.

A moment later, the handsome man took a breath and exhaled slowly. It was Carlo did it repeatedly, until finally he was able to close his eyes and fall asleep.

However, in a dream Carlo again met with Miabella. He saw Matteo de Luca's biological daughter running across the meadow. While the crown prince of the Red Wolf Clan was chasing after the lover. A little more, Carlo's hand was able to reach the slender body when another man suddenly appeared. The man greeted and grabbed Miabella from the front. He also has the same blue eyes as her. He grabbed Miabella, kissed her lips, and took her away.

At first, Carlo just stood stunned watching it all. “Bella!” As much as Carlo tried to reach the girl, but it did not work. Miabella got further away, then disappeared into the white mist that suddenly appeared and made the girl completely invisible.

“Bella!” Carlo shouted again with his arms outstretched and tried to reach for something. However, instead of catching the figure of Miabella, he actually woke up. With sweat pouring out, the beautiful man immediately sat on the bed. Carlo was stuck for a while, until a knock was heard on the door.

“Come in!” carlo guessed that the one who came and knocked on the door was Igor.

What Carlo thought was true. Not long after, Igor appeared with a warm smile at the end of that summer. He looks neat. The brown-haired man then entered, then walked closer to Carlo. “Young master, it is time for you to get ready,” he said politely.

“What time is it now?” Carlo ruffled his hair. He supports the head with both hands resting on the elbows, and is placed on knees that are deliberately folded.

“Now it's almost ten in the morning, sir. We have to get ready first, before we leave for Moscow. You don't forget the schedule of the meeting tonight with Boris and Fyodor Vasiliev?" obviously Igor reminded me again.

“Of course not. These are the moments I've been waiting for" Carlo said. "alright. I'll get ready for a minute.” Carlo rushed down from the bed. As usual, she was wearing only jeans and bare-chested. Tattoos all over her body were perfectly exposed.

Igor who saw that just smiled. "Since when did you start tattooing your body with that many tattoos, young master?" tanyakanya.

Carlo, who was wearing his plain black shirt, immediately turned his head. "Since the age of twenty. This is my first tattoo" Carlo points to an Italian inscription on the right waist. "This is an ancient philosophy. Miabella suggested that I ...." The man was silent too.

"Miabellas. What a beautiful name," Igor replied.

"Yes. As beautiful as the owner," said Carlo with eyes that looked sad. However, a moment later he immediately dismissed that sense. Without saying much, Carlo rushed into the bathroom to wash his face to make himself more fresh. While Igor was still glued to where he stood. A small smile was painted on the corner of the lips of the man who chose to be single, at that age.

Not long after, Carlo had already returned from the bathroom. He looked much fresher and brighter. Igor is still waiting there. "What time will we meet them?" carlo asked as he sat at the end of the bed wearing his shoes.

"Although Fyodor dares to guarantee your safety, but Grigori decided that you should meet with Boris and Fyodor at night only. We will go there using the last flight schedule," explained Igor continues to follow the young master's movements with eyes filled with admiration and pride.

"Last flight at twenty or less ten minutes, sir. There are still a few hours to prepare everything. Grigori will give you a little direction, before meeting with them" Igor explained.

"alright. Where is he now?" Carlo stepped near the door. Igor immediately opened it up for him. It made Carlo uncomfortable. "No need to overdo it. I can do it myself" Carlo said in a very calm manner.

"It's nice to be of service to you, sir," Igor replied as he nodded politely. He followed Carlo out of the room.

"It's nothing. I'm just not used to this kind of treatment. All my life, I've always done everything alone. You must not have known that I was good at cooking," Carlo said as he continued to step up and began to descend the steps.

"Certainly that?" Igor sounded in disbelief.

"When will I make it for you. I hope you like Italian cuisine" said Carlo, who looked very dashing as he walked.

"Italian food is very global. I think almost everyone likes it" Igor said. They headed straight to the dining room. Downstairs, Carlo runs into several people who are room tenants. They seem to be foreign tourists. Igor himself had asked one of the employees there to replace his duties.

In the dining room that was not as spacious as it was, Grigori and Ivan were already waiting. The two men were speaking in Russian. However, they immediately stopped the conversation, when they saw the presence of Carlo and Igor.

"Buon giorno, sir," said Grigori warmly.

"You've been very fluent in Italian, Grigori." Igor responds to his old friend's greeting to Carlo, though he does not understand what it means.

"Italy is a second home for me. It would be outrageous to not be able to speak the language of the country" Grigori replied. He invited Carlo to sit down. "I want to talk to you" whispered Grigori.

"You don't have to whisper. They don't understand what we're talking about" replied Carlo, who was about to start breakfast. "Are you not eating?" ask Carlo astonished. He forgot that it was ten o'clock.

"You woke up too late, sir," said Ivan, with a smile.

Carlo smiled in response to what Ivan said. While enjoying the food that had been served to him, the man again turned his attention to the Grigori. "What happened to her?"

"Informanku says that the young lady is having an argument with her parents, because of your departure. However, they are currently in Palermo to attend a party hosted by Marco de Luca" Grigori said.

"Is he okay?" Carlo was silent for a moment. The man looked worried. "Miabella is not the type of person who feels comfortable in the crowd" he murmured, then resumed eating.

"I hope this doesn't affect your concentration. Remember to always be focused. The sooner this problem is solved, the sooner you can meet it."