The Journey of the Mafia Boss Love
Chapter 13

Aaaaa....

Aqilla and Meyra screamed hysterically, after seeing the face of the man before her. His gaze seemed as if he wanted to kill them, Meyra instantly sharpened her eyes looking at the man. While Aqilla, he still hid his face behind the flower package that he brought.

" Well, apparently met again with this crazy man. Aiiss, really nice to come here. " Meyra's hands crossed forward.

" Heh, I have nothing to do with you. But, your friend is the one who has the same business as me. You better get out of here, wush wush." Akhtar moved his hand, like he was evicting.

" Basic stone man, yes Qilla. We just leave here, this person does not know will thank you and manners. If it wasn't you who broke him, he might have been underground. " Mey immediately withdrew Aqilla's hand to immediately leave Akhtar's house.

" Excuse me sir." Aqilla placed her flower package on the sofa she was sitting on earlier.

" Wait !!!." Shouted Akhtar.

However, meyra remained unmoved and continued to withdraw Aqilla's hand. Aqilla, who felt pain in her abdomen and head, slowed her pace. His eyes closed withstanding the pain, trying to speed up his pace to get to Meyra's car.

aaaaaarrrgh...

Aqilla's hand was pulled by Akhtar violently, until Aqilla's body balance was lost. He fell in front of Akhtar, crowding to endure the pain. Meyra saw that, becoming very angry at Akhtar.

" STOP!!! I have nothing to do with you, go!!!." Akhtar without a care pulled Aqilla's hand back into the house and closed the door.

" Hey crazy, open the door." Meyra hit the door of Akhtar's house with all her might.

" Aauuw, it hurts !." Aqilla grimaced withstanding all the pain on her body.

" Wake up!!! Don't pretend in front of me, huh. People like you are disgusting bitches, you can cheat using something as sneaky as this. Want to make me owe you guys a favor? don't expect, I'll finish you guys off without a trace. How much do you want, answer." Akhtar looked at Aqilla who was still sharply lowered.

However, Aqilla could only strip away. He did not know what was going on, being insulted, humiliated and humiliated. It was so fulfilling his life this time, the pain he felt made him resigned.

" ANSWER!!!, are you mute, huh? Tell me how much you want? People like you just want money, money and money. You trash!". It was a very harsh word that he uttered to Aqilla.

" I'm sorry sir, thank you for the insults you've given me. Money is not everything, sir, you better give it to someone else who is as rich as you. Money can buy everything, but not for people like us. We just need money to survive, excuse me." Aqilla ventured into self-defense, holding her body from falling. He walked to the door to get out, but his hair was pulled from behind.

" Aakkkhh, sick sir. Please let go, sa is sick. " The Rintih Aqilla.

" Don't expect me to let you go, you think it's as easy as going after insulting and humiliating me, Akhtar Wijaya, huh!!!." With ease, Akhtar kicked Aqilla's stomach very hard.

Aqilla crowed with blood spots on her shirt, her surgical suture wound re-opened after getting a kick from Akhtar, Aqilla Consciousness slowly disappearing.

Bbbraakkk!!!

The door opened very hard.

" AQILLA!!! " She cried Meyra, seeing Aqilla's body was unconscious. The splattered blood was visible to her, and made Meyra become brutal.