The Love of the Mafia World 2
Mysterious Man

Salwa's body stiffened with a paled face when Sean's words he accidentally heard from inside the car. Her hand holding baby Kinan felt trembling. Bad memories of the man are still vividly imprinted in Salwa's memory.

Anders a man who has no compassion for anyone, even a pregnant woman who is already helpless. The man cruelly trapped the pregnant old Salwa, leading her to a stuffy empty room by paying two hoodlums to impose their will on Salwa. The heartbreaking tragedy made Salwa have to give up her baby to be picked up by God first. The man also who had made Sean hurt until he had to be treated in a hospital with a critical condition.

Anders, with all his cunning, detonates a private jet in the middle of Sean and Salwa, and they must be trapped on a mysterious island. If only then they were unlucky maybe the current Sean and Salwa just stayed names.

Anders' chuckling face that looked terrible reflected back in Salwa's mind. The man has escaped from custody and he may now be seeking to avenge Sean for taking him behind bars. Somehow Anders managed to escape from prison, which Sean and Salwa must be more vigilant at this time.

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Sean escorts Salwa and baby Kinan to board his room, while below is waiting for Abust and Leon. Anders' shock escape brought many people a lot of trouble. The man was not really strong but he had a cunning nature that made his enemies overwhelmed him.

He is good at disguising by camouflaging his face with masks that he does not get from anywhere. Sean was once fooled by receiving an Anders man wearing a mask with the face of Uncle Chou to go with him and successfully blow up his private jet, so he had to be trapped on a remote and isolated island. Sean must be vigilant, anything a cunning man can do to achieve his goals.

The first step that Sean must do is to find Anders' whereabouts before the man does anything or devises a revenge plan. Sean would not take the risk of waiting around for the man to come to attack him, rather he paralyzed him before he could even think of acting.

Sean hugged Salwa who looked deathly pale, he understood very well what his wife was worried about. They are not currently facing a strong enemy and attacking openly with all their best strength, but against someone with a cunning and petty mind as well as a capable tongue-licking ability.

In fact, facing a clear and equal opponent in a power struggle makes it easier than an opponent like Anders. He can flip through someone's emotions with his cunning, he is also able to make people who love each other to hate each other. Sean had almost lost Salwa because of Anders's shameful trap. He makes Sean lose his mind by screwing Anders' mercenary girl in front of Salwa's eyes.

"Rest, all will be well" Sean said, calming his anxiety-stricken wife. Salwa nodded, trying to be calm and eliminate the excessive anxiety that lingered in her mind, but all that felt futile.

"Mas, we'll always be together, won't we? No one can hurt Kinan, right?" Salwa said with trembling, her face covered with anxiety that was so noticeable. The bitter experience he had gone through made Salwa feel excessive fear, especially now there is a baby Kinan with those who desperately need protection from the threat of the damn Anders.

Sean nodded, then smiled ironically. If only he could make Salwa calmer at this time he would. But for a while Sean could only provide reassurance that Salwa and Kinan would be fine. His determination to find Anders, conquer the man before he harms someone is already round. Sean will start his plan as soon as possible.

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Sean opens a digital map in an enlarged Abust workspace using a projector. They held an impromptu meeting like they were in a secret ambush. Maybe now the authorities are trying to search Anders and put the man in the search list of people with criminal status. But of course Sean will not stay silent, he must act quickly, because the lives of Salwa and her son may be in danger. Not only that, it could be Anders is eyeing Sean's own life.

"We're going to do a sweep, all the places where the headquarters of the criminals are hiding we're going to go one by one." Sean shows some of the areas he has known as mafia nests meeting. He also explained who and what were the weak points or strengths of the people they were facing.

"Are you still going to ask Fang Yi to take part in this mission? Seeing how she helped me find Catherine I was sure she would be very useful" Abust told Sean, because he was confident that Fang Yi could be more reliable looking at his football lunge all along in the underground world than the two of them.

"Fang Yi? I wish I hadn't met that bar-bar girl!" Leon snorted when he heard Fang Yi's name called, their uneasy meeting made Leon reluctant to meet with Fang Yi once again. He will feel his blood pressure rise if he has to meet and interact with the woman again.

"Don't hate someone Leon too much. You might one day turn around to chase after Fang Yi for wanting so badly." Abust again said a statement that made Leon could only roll his eyeballs lazy.

"I'll ask him to join. And someone who'll be a big help." Sean spoke with a sharp look full of meaning by clenching his hand.

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In a dark room that seemed spacious, several people were gathering to hold a secret meeting. The room was like being left dirty with a stuffy smell enveloping, the cobwebs were left alone without any intention of wanting to clean up. Whereas in that place gather healthy humans with faces full of tattoo marks or scars. They take shelter in an inappropriate place with a shabby mat that has been worn for decades without any intention of replacing it.

In a place that is minimal lighting there is a special room whose condition is very different from the conditions around it. The room was so bright, neatly arranged various types of research with glass tubes and pipes that were currently being fed by chemicals that were somehow connected. It appears someone is sniffing the aroma of the results of his research and then dripping it in a clear cup that has been given a special liquid bright red with a thick aroma. The mysterious person mixed it with a special stick and then shook slowly until the liquid was mixed with one and the other. His face grinned after what he was doing was already in the near-completed stage.

"Bring him here!" his orders with an indisputable cruel tone.

A man who was behind another room in a strongly bound condition was dragged forcefully to meet the mysterious man. The poor man knelt down, begging to be released by begging the mysterious man for forgiveness. But only a terrible grin appeared from his lips. He sucked the liquid results of his research in a syringe with a certain dose and then flicked his fingers into the tube.

"Hold him!"his orders again that immediately made the poor man's face paled, his face radiated with fear by inching away as much as possible, but he stopped because there was another body that blocked him from behind. The poor man was dragged back by two well-bodied men whose faces were filled with strangely frightening images.

"Don't be afraid, this won't hurt. Just like being bitten by an insect." The man deftly stuck the syringe into the arm of the helpless poor man under his control, moving all the fluid in the syringe into the body of the poor man.

"Let go of the binders, I want to know the reaction!"

The poor man looked limp after all the liquid was absorbed into his body, but in the next second the man's body stiffened, stiffening, the heat penetrated all over the body makes the man can not stand the clothes that stick to the surface of his skin. Forcibly he tore his clothes by removing one by one the clothes attached to his body until now the man was almost alone.

The man groaned in excruciating pain, his face crimson with bulging eyes like he was holding something turbulent within him. The injection fluid managed to stimulate his sexual hormones increased many times over, it made him hit his own head because he did not find an impingement in that place.

The man groaned again, as if endless pain was hitting him again. His condition was very sad, with a naked body he rubbed his genitals against the wall to complete such a great desire. His head was pulsating strongly resulting in extreme dizziness. The groans came back and the longer the louder, the man grabbed his hair and pulled it to relieve the pain that was pounding on his head.

The mysterious man smirked, "Take the disgusting man away! Just finish him off, I want to puke looking at his behavior." As for the tyrannical orders, two large-bodied men came and hurriedly dragged the poor man forcefully out of the research room. They ruthlessly executed the helpless poor man somewhere else they had prepared.

"What do you think?" ask the mysterious man to his partner.

"perfect. We can use a higher dose to torture my enemy, so he knows who he's dealing with."

"Do you want to kill him?" ask again after hearing his friend's request to increase the dose he has determined.

The man thinned his lips, then walked closer towards the mysterious man who was still carrying a syringe. Highlighting his eyes emitting such a deep grudge, with clenched hands and a serious look, the man said, "I want him to die in such a disgusting condition."

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Covert Announcement 📣📣

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Hello loyal readers The Recovery Of Love, Because the second season will end soon author want to give an announcement 😁.

Novel season two will be finished insya Allah is mentioned until the end of December, the author plans to save the first episode as before until the conflict is all over, so let's not hang the story 😄.

Extra Chapter will be given after the status of the novel is finished, which means the story of Sean and Salwa is finished. Later there will be a third season but not Sean and Salwa who are the priority but the love story of Yang Pou Han and Nindy. For later the same Sean and Salwa will be tucked a little there because they still have a relationship.

\=》Eh, how do you want to end thor? Then when did the story of Yang Pou Han and Nindy start to release?

At the beginning of the new year Author there is a new novel project titled K.O.M.A, previously already author promoin in the group FB Noveltoon, there may be a time to read, heheheh 😁.

Given in NT is mostly raised the problem of arranged marriage, forced marriage, Ceo, mafia-mafiaan, suffering wives etc which is a favorite of readers here, he said, so the author wants to raise a different theme that God willing there is no resemblance to other similar titles 😊.

Okay, this is a covert promotion also for upcoming projects. Hopefully it matches the story that the author made 😄😊.

Chapter : 2 (Pavement Number)

This is not a ghost story...

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It was late at night, but the rain did not stop, making officer Zack wait for it to subside. The clock has shown past the time to go home, but he still faithfully looks up at the sky from behind the glass window of his study.

While sipping a cup of hot coffee he again read the cases that have not been resolved. The sound of lightning returned to the sea and strong wind seemed to blow not to be defeated. This rain will last longer.

Officer Zack decided to lay down for a moment his body on the soft sofa at the side of the room to release the fatigue that had been struggling all over his body. Without realizing it, sleepiness began to attack so that he was unable to resist closing his eyes until he fell asleep.

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"Sir, the rain has stopped. Are you going home now?" One of his men woke up the officer, opened his eyes that felt very heavy. He twirled his neck from left to right and vice versa repeatedly to relax his stiff muscles.

Zack glanced at his watch, it was almost ten o'clock in the night. He fell asleep long enough not to realize that time had gone by so fast.

"I'm going home, thanks for waking me up," the man put on a tired face but was still as firm as ever.

Zack looked up when he was outside his office, staring at the dark ceiling, but the stars had started to appear. It seemed like the heavy rain had eroded the dark clouds that looked scary so that the current expanse of stars scattered around the crescent moon made the sky slightly bright.

Zack rode his 400 cc motor at a constant speed through the currently not-so-dense highway. He turned his motorbike to a minimarket on the side of the road considering that he had not had time to eat dinner. Zack wants to buy a sandwich with warm milk that is usually provided in the minimarket.

From a distance he saw a girl sitting on the edge of the sidewalk while covering her face with both hands. The long-haired girl wearing a knee-length sleeveless dress appeared to be crying alone.

Zack looked at the girl from a distance, she was an officer, surely he wanted to know what made the girl look sad alone without anyone accompanying him. Is the girl one of the rape victims where at night there are usually street thugs who seek prey, so the girl who is without protection becomes the victim.

Zack decided to go to the minimarket to buy two sandwiches and two glasses of warm drinks . After making a payment using his debit card, Zack walked up to the sidewalk girl and left his motorcycle in the minimarket parking lot.

"Miss, drink it" Zack thrusts a still-warm glass of the drink in front of the sidewalk girl who is still down. The girl looked unmoved, she was just crying without caring for Zack who was offering her a drink.

Zack exhaled violently, it seemed that this girl could not be spoken to in a subtle way, perhaps she should be more resolute to persuade the sidewalk lady to pay attention to her.

"Miss, stop crying and listen to me," Zack raised his tone of voice that made the girl look up in surprise. Instead of answering or focusing her attention on Zack, the girl turned to her right and left like a confused person.

"Miss, who are you looking for. I'm here talking to you" Zack said again with a slight annoyance at being ignored.

The girl's face looked a little pale, probably from crying for too long, especially when it was night and she was only wearing a thin short dress without wearing footwear. Zack assumed that the girl was sick, or that her body was unwell and cold.

The girl looked at Zack in surprise, she waved her hand to the right and to the left in front of Zack's face.

"You're talking to me, sir?" The girl's voice sounded hoarse but it felt smooth and faint yet Zack could still clearly hear it.

"Miss, only you are here with me. Do you think I've gone crazy talking to the electric pole next to you," Zack shook his head, not expecting to talk to a sidewalk girl in front of him to be annoying.

Highlight the girl's eyes looked blank but it was as if her gaze had directly penetrated into the depths of Zack's eyes. Zack was hypnotized for a few seconds with the aura the girl emitted, but in the next second he regained consciousness.

"Can you see me?" The girl again asked with a question that seemed to need no answer.

"Is your name a ghost?"

The girl shook her head vigorously "Of course not, I'm still alive."

Zack chuckled at the girl's reply, usually someone called a ghost would be furious and replied, "I'm human of course" but the girl in front of him replied that she was still alive.

"Miss if you're not a ghost, of course I can see you." Zack took a deep breath and exhaled quickly. His eyes returned cold and firm.

"I'm a police officer, a very dangerous girl like you to be on the side of the road nights like this alone. You can give someone a chance to do bad to you. You better get home soon."Zack warns the girl to return home. But the girl stretched out her hand to shake hands with the officer.

"Nayla Shair," the girl introduced herself without being asked. Zack lazily welcomed the girl's helping hand as it was impolite to let a woman's hand float in the air for too long just to wait to shake hands with her.

"Zack Abraham, just call Zack."

The girl's face turned even more astonished, not by the name of Zack, but her astonishment was only fixed on Zack's hand shaking his hand.

"You can touch me, you can touch me" said the girl astonished.

"Sorry, you shake my hand first." Zack immediately lowered his hand as it was impolite to shake hands with a girl's hand for too long.

"No, that's not what I mean... Can you see me and touch me?" The girl looked at Zack as if in disbelief. Zack furrowed his brows, how could he meet such a strange girl, whether this girl was a mental disorder and maybe he was currently fleeing from his treatment in a mental hospital.

"Miss, you'd better get home soon, you're talking more and more. I'll drive you." Zack pulled Nayla's arm out of the place quickly because it was too late, and she was too tired to go home and rest her body.

"Zack. wait," the girl pulled her arm rough. "People will think you're crazy if you pull my hand like this."

Zack looked at some people who happened to pass by looking at him a little strange, then just passed by. Zack ignores her and continues to pull the girl's arm along with her to the parking lot of her motorcycle.

Zack accidentally stared at the rearview mirror of his motorcycle which he parked in front of the minimarket. He stared again, and it made him distrustful. He widened his eyes again after several times he rubbed his eyes with his index finger to look at his reflection in the rearview mirror of the motorbike.

The shadow of the girl he pulled on his arm was not at all caught in the rearview mirror and his own hand was seen floating in the air without anything he touched even he pulled.

Zack thinned his lips, gulped. He often said that the ghost did not exist, nonsense, but at this time it seemed he had to retract the words. Slowly he looked back to make sure the girl he was holding his hand was still in place.

The girl smiled by showing her teeth and managed to make Zack creep. He had never seen a ghost, but this time in front of him was a girl whose physique could not be captured by a mirror, could this be called a ghost?