The Journey of the Mafia Boss Love
Chapter 22

" Aaaaa, go, go there!!!." Aqilla shouted, as her eyes saw Akhtar being near her.

" Stranquilo, Aqilla. I won't hurt you, calm down. " Akhtar slowly approached Aqilla's body in the corner of the room.

" No sir, don't come any closer. Don't hurt me, please. " Aqilla keeps stripping.

When Aqilla was caught off guard, Akhtar immediately hugged Aqilla's body which was already shaking from the stripping. Although Aqilla rebelled to escape, Akhtar persisted. Because Aqilla's power was fine to him, compared to when he was fighting with the other group. Aqilla's body slowly weakened, and no longer rebelled. He saw a knife lying nearby, he quickly grabbed it and unhesitatingly injured Akhtar.

" Aakkhhh, what are you doing Aqilla." Akhtar released Aqilla, as the knife threatened the back of his hand.

" Ja don't hurt me then sir. " Aqilla was shocked to see the knife.

Akhtar pulled the knife, fresh blood pooled with a great deal of the wound. Aqilla looked at the wound, she felt very guilty.

" Ta hand An you master !" Aqilla's hand pointed towards Akhtar.

" It's okay, don't be afraid. I will not hurt you, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Aqilla!." Akhtar knelt before him.

Seeing this man's attitude before him, made Aqilla's mind become confused. The fear was still within him, but. Seeing Akhtar kneeling with a bloody hand made Aqilla's heart melt. Even for Akhtar, the wound was only a small one. Aqilla slowly approached Akhtar's body.

" Mister, forgive me. The wound." Aqilla grabbed Akhtar's injured hand.

" It's okay, it's just a small wound. Not worth the wounds I've given you. Forgive me Aqilla, will you forgive me? " . Akhtar held Aqilla's hand and looked at her.

Aqilla felt strange with the current situation, that feeling of fear was still there.

" Uh... Sorry about what, sir?."

When Akhtar saw the expression on Aqilla's face, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. Akhtar hugged Aqilla's body again, making Aqilla even more confused.

" Have been quiet, you must have forgiven me right? Don't move on, or I'll do something you don't like." Akhtar threatened Aqilla, as Aqilla continued to rebel to break away.

" Sir, I want to breathe. " The hug was tight.

Akhtar noticed, he hugged very tightly. Then he smiled looking at Aqilla's adorable face.

" Aaww, sick sir. The master! Doesn't this hurt? " Aqilla pointed at the injured hand.

" It's not sick and it's okay, don't feel guilty. " Akhtar stood up and wrapped his hands with a small towel nearby.

" Iiss, how not to hurt sir. This is so much blood, does the master have a medicine box? " Aqilla held Akhtar's wounded hand.

" I told you, it's okay!!! " the tone of Akhtar's voice is high.

Aqilla was instantly afraid to hear her voice.

" Hmm, well sir if it's okay. Sorry for the injury, sir. " Aqilla got up from there and walked towards the door to get out, her tears dripping down.

" Hey, who allowed you to come out, huh!!? Come here!!! "

Aqilla did not dare to turn her head, because her tears had already gathered so much. Since Aqilla was not approaching, Akhtar finally walked towards the door.

" Already, don't strip. This wound is just a small wound, you don't have to worry. Thanks for worrying about me, and ... Don't go." Akhtar hugged Aqilla from behind.

" Sir..." Aqilla was shocked that Akhtar was hugging her.

" Ssttt, don't protest too much. Leave it like this, you really make me comfortable." Akhtar's head landed on Aqilla's shoulders. And Aqilla let him go, fearing Akhtar.

For a long time they hugged, until the dark feeling Aqilla felt on her shoulders and neck.

" Mister, can you let me go. My neck is cramped sir, it hurts." Aqilla.

" Ah, sorry. Why didn't you tell me from before, you are. " Akhtar immediately let go of his embrace and brought Aqilla to sit on the sofa in his room.

Feeling well, Aqilla searched the medicine box and met. He immediately approached Akhtar and began to treat his hands.

" Done!."

" Hey, why are you laughing like that, huh?" Akhtar looked at Aqilla.