The Bodyguard's
Bleeding

"Issador!" call Igor with a voice that sounds so loud, when they have arrived inside the house. In fact, the men only need a few steps if entering through the main door. However, because it had to go through the narrow hallway earlier, everything felt so tiring.

"Issador!" call Igor again. His voice echoed in a quiet room, because the occupants of the house had fallen asleep.

Not long after, a woman who was none other than Isodora came in a hurry while tying her hair. In addition, he was also busy tying a kimono strap to sleep on the waist. Isodora looked up in disbelief, when she saw that there were four men who had been sitting quietly in the living room of the house she lived in.

"God, Gentlemen. How did you all get in here?" ask the woman of the tall body. He turned to the door that was still locked.

"Tell me if I'm not dreaming" said Isadora, pinching her own arm. He then grimaced. It means he still feels pain. "Not a dream turned out," he thought half-murmuring.

"Easy-after. You better get a room ready for the four of us, because we're so tired" Igor told him.

However, Isodora was only riveted. His gaze was fixed on the figure of Grigori and also Ivan who was there. "Mr Kostya, Mr. Lunev. How are you two doing? Long time no news of you," the middle-aged woman asked softly.

"This is how we are now, Isadora," said Ivan who did know the middle-aged woman well.

"I'm glad to see you're still in this state of health" Grigori said.

"thank you. God gave me a priceless age and health. I think, He must have deliberately kept me because the young master would be back. Hopefully after this I can be reunited with Miss Fabiola." Isadora wiped the corner of her eyes that were getting wet.

"What did he say, Grigori?" whispered Carlo. The Grigori explained the content of their conversation, so that Carlo could understand it.

"After all this is done, I'm going back to Italy to bring mom home. Russia is her real home, near her husband and the twin sons she cares about so much" Carlo said in Italian. "Moreover ...." Carlo turned to Grigori who was smiling confidently while nodding softly. Carlo responded by doing the same.

"I'll wait until that time comes. I hope that Young Master can learn Russian soon, because I am not very fluent in Italian, let alone English," Isadora said with a shy smile, before he passed to another part of the building.

While waiting for Isadora who was preparing a room for them, the four men across the ages again spoke. Everything they discuss, ranging from a light theme, to continue to talk heavy about strategy and other problems.

After a while, Isadora returned. Without wasting any time, those who had been so tired just walked into their respective rooms on the second floor. No different from Carlo who was also very tired. Upon arrival in the room, the man did not immediately take off the hoodie jacket he was wearing.

Carlo stood for a moment near the small glass window. He stared at the situation out there that was already completely deserted. The weather in Russia is so cold. Carlo has to get used to it and start adapting.

'Bellas. It's the last night of summer. For the first time in a long time, I'm going to go through many seasons without you. Either you can survive or you can't. At least remember me a little. May you also always be in good condition.'

Omitting, Carlo said in his heart. He did not know if nature would be kind enough to pass on that little whisper to a Miabella who was somehow in her current state. Carlo only hoped that there would be a way in which he could express his love, love, and longing to the girl.

Grigori himself returned to Italy. He has a job and a lot of business to deal with. In addition, Grigori also has the responsibility to oversee Fabiola's security and provide news about Miabella.

While Igor also handed the management of his simple inn to one he had trusted, so that he could calm down and also focus on accompanying the young master in arranging all strategies.

Within a few days of being in Moscow, Fyodor often visited there. They discussed the cooperation agreement that had been agreed, between the government and Carlo as the prospective heir to the throne.

The cooperation was proven by Fyodor. He deployed several members of the selected force to assist Carlo, who began to move bit by bit towards the city of St. Petersburg, where the Red Wolf headquarters are located. Slowly, but surely. Charles mustered a force that he believed could one day defeat Viktor's power.

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It had been two months since Carlo had left from Miabella's side. The girl still looked glum, as if only yesterday the lover had left her. Like that morning, the digital clock above the nightstand shows at eight in the morning. Supposedly, by then Miabella was ready at the dinner table for breakfast, then went to the plantation.

But I don't know why he felt so tired that morning. His whole body was also painful. Miabella decided to close her eyes again. Unfortunately, it didn't work out for him. The pain was increased with extreme pain in the abdomen.

The girl's feeling said that something was wrong with her body, so she rushed down from the bed and was intending to seek help. Just when he was about to open the door, someone had already knocked on him “Luciella?” miabella lirih. His face also looked pale.

“Nona? Are you sick? I was just about to offer Miss breakfast," the young maid looked worried.

“Iya. My stomach hurts so much. Me ...” No time had Miabella continued her words, she already felt something wet seeping in between her thighs. The girl lowered her head, along with Luciella who was looking in the same direction.

“Gosh!” Luciella was so shocked that she covered her mouth with both hands. She was completely panicked when her employer's pajama pants had turned blood red.

“A-what happened? What blood is this? I'm not coming month.” Miabella's pretty face was turning pale.

“Nona ...” Luciella's eyes are round. It seemed like he had already guessed about what happened to Miabella. “I have to take you to the hospital!” break it without hesitation. “Can you walk up to the front?”

“Yes, I can. I'm not that weak,” Miabella replied in a crisp tone. However, Luciella was already used to her employer's attitude.

“Good. I'll lead you.” Luciella immediately wrapped her hands around Miabella's slender waist. Slowly and carefully, they walked until they arrived at the front porch. “Wait a minute, Miss. I'll call the driver to be here soon!” the message while running towards the garage area.

Shortly after, a black sedan had stopped right in the front yard of the Casa de Luca. Luciella rushed down and helped the gray-eyed beautiful girl to get in the vehicle. Several servants and bodyguards saw it, including Dante who served as his personal aide. “Hei! What the hell's going on? What did you do to Miss?” dante Exclamation.

“Let me tell you, Dante! I need to hurry to the hospital. Remember, don't say anything to daddy zio or you'll receive the consequences!” threaten Miabella before Luciella can respond to Dante's call. When the lady said so, there was nothing Dante could do but shut up and watch the black car move away.