The Bodyguard's
Suprising Words

Miabella awoke on a raspur carpet with Carlo's burly hands coiled over her belly. The girl smiled wryly considering the madness she had done last night with her husband. “Jeez, my husband.” He kept repeating the words, then laughed softly. On a whim, he blew Carlo's tightly closed eyelids.

The head of the Red Wolf clan immediately woke up, then squinted his eyes. “What's up, How's mia? Do you want to eat now? I can cook for you ...” Carlo was silent for a moment while gathering all his consciousness. In his shadow earlier, the man felt that he was still the personal bodyguard of the wife. In the past, when he was Miabella's bodyguard, Carlo often made a variety of appetizing foods, special for his girlfriend.

“What will your men say if you cook for me?” Miabella chuckled softly as she shifted her innocent body onto Carlo's body which was also in the same state.

“Do not start again, Cara mia. What time is it? I have an appointment to meet with Mr. Vasiliev to discuss some things,” said Carlo. Easily, he turned his wife's body upside down, so the young woman was now confined underneath.

“Entah what time it is now, which is clear outside has started to light,” said the beautiful gray-eyed girl laughed amusedly.

“Jam five morning.” Carlo muttered softly as he gazed towards the large clock in a unique shape, and it had been installed in the room he had been in since Carlo moved there. “There is still a little time.” The beautiful man smirked. He intended to immerse his face in the beautifully puffed up chest of Miabella. However, his movements had to stop when he heard a very disturbing sound. “Your phone is ringing, my dear. Do you want me to lift it?” bargain Carlo.

“Have it, don't mind it.” Miabella glances mischievously while embracing her athletic body. He wrapped his hands affectionately around Carlo's neck. Miabella then directed the husband to continue the activity that had paused.

However, the ringing of the phone did not stop even though a few moments had passed, thus making Carlo feel disturbed. “Maybe there is something important,” he said as he got up and walked towards the nightstand. Carlo was silent for a moment while reading the name on the screen of Miabella's phone.

“Who?” ask the owner of the mobile phone, who finally felt curious and got up.

“Marya Mia. Your mother,” replied Carlo briefly. An awkward feeling was suddenly present and filled his chest just then.

“Why do you still call her madam? Weren't we married.” Miabella imitated Carlo's words last night, then laughed. “Alright, maybe there's something important. I'll call back mom.” The girl snatched the phone from her husband's hand, then called back the mother.

“Hai, Mom. How are you today?” hello Miabella cheerful. But the carefree look of his face turned tense at once. “What?” mumbled wailing.

Carlo was curious. Using a gesture, she asks Miabella to press the loud speaker button so she can listen to the conversation.

“Your father is angry because you did not go back to Casa de Luca. Moreover, Marco insisted on continuing the contest that yesterday had been postponed,” explained Mia. His voice was clearly heard in Carlo's ears.

“For what uncle Marco forwarded that silly idea, ma'am? I don't want to be contested at a stupid show like he designed! I'm not an item!” reject Miabella firmly.

“Because of that, Bella. Come and talk about everything with your father and uncle. They also want to meet you in person, baby. Especially Adriano. She's really worried about you, son,” persuade Mia gently.

“Mom should also know one thing,” Miabella said later. However, before he continued his words, Carlo shook his head first and took the flat object out of Miabella's hand.

“Mrs D'Angelo,” greet Carlo politely.

“Carlo, son. Please persuade Miabella to return to Casa de Luca. This is not how to solve the problem,” Pinta Mia still with a very soft tone of speech.

“Good, Mistress. I will take the lady home later tonight, after my work here is done,” said Carlo who immediately made Miabella widen her eyes wide, then hit firmly the burly arms filled by the tattoo.

“I will deliver miss, and want to convey something to Mr. Adriano,” continued Carlo who was not affected by the anger of Miabella.

“Appreciate your good intentions, son. I'll wait for you guys tonight,” concluded Mia before ending her call.

“I'm not crazy, Cara mia. After fighting so hard to get you, why should I leave you again? That is very unreasonable,” he said while continuing to bring the face closer to the beautiful face of the wife. Anxiously, he kissed Miabella to the satisfaction. “Trust me, please.” Tight, Carlo's blue eyes clashed with Miabella's gray.

“So, later tonight we will return to Italy?” asked the brown-haired young lady to convince herself. “Padahal already hard we drive to arrive at this place. We were even followed by unknown people,” Miabella grumbled nonstop.

“I have to do this, Honey. Sooner or later, we have to tell the status between you and me to your parents,”, Carlo said.

“Alright,” Miabella replied in the end after thinking for a moment. He then put his head on the chest of the husband's field. “Later tonight we leave?” the beautiful girl looked up at the face.

“Later tonight,” Carlo reset while peeping those sweet lips repeatedly.

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As Carlo had said, right at eight o'clock the newlyweds were already preparing in the special hangar of the Red Wolf Organization. It is located at Pulkovo Airport, St. Petersburg. After everything was ready, the two lovebirds entered the cabin of a private plane symbolizing the head of a wolf nervously. Especially Miabella, the girl looked agitated.

“All will be fine, How to mia,” said Carlo gently. He then helped his wife put her seatbelt on and made sure that Miabella was sitting comfortably.

Two hours later, they arrived at the Malpensa airport in Milan. From there, they continued on with the car that the Grigori had prepared a few minutes earlier. The journey was quite smooth until Carlo and Miabella arrived at the front yard of Casa de Luca.

Look Adriano who has stood gallantly on the steps of the top stairs. Mia was standing right to her left. Highlight the blue eyes of the ruler of the Tigre Nero organization were sharply pointed at Carlo who was walking closer and closer while guiding Miabella's hand. “Buona sera, Mr. Adriano,” say politely.

Adriano only responded with a slow nod. “Come in,” he said before turning around and stepping into the luxury building.

“Bella.” Mia, who also looked nervous, immediately hugged her eldest daughter lovingly, then turned to hug Carlo.

“Why does everyone look tegan?,” Carlo tries to throw jokes in order to cover the pounding in the chest that has begun to get out of control. The feeling of unworthiness was even more pronounced, as they arrived at the meeting room not far from the living room.

There, Marco, Romeo, and Adriano had stood proudly to welcome the arrival of Miabella and Carlo. “This is the kidnapper,” rattled Marco. His lips could smile, but his eyes seemed to harbor considerable anger towards Carlo.

“I was forced to take him away, gentlemen,” said the handsome man began his defense.

“That's what I regret. Why should it be in such an inappropriate way?” Marco clucked softly, then glanced at Adriano who did not show any expression on his beautiful face. The look on my face, Miabella, looked flat.

“You should follow the contest and try to win Miabella in a fair way,” chirps Romeo, join in chiming in.

“I don't need to follow the contest, gentlemen, because Miabella is completely mine,” replied Carlo with confidence.

“What do you mean?” hiss Adriano.

“I married your daughter yesterday,” Carlo replied.