BADGIRL BELOVED SON OF MAFIA
30/Morning Story

Carlista blinked his eyes slowly, staring at the ceiling of the room which was dominated by white. Trying to rise from his position to sit with his back leaning on the back cover bed. His head still felt quite dizzy and the two eyes were slightly twitching.

He spread his eyes around the room. No matter where he was at the moment, it was clear that the room was very spacious and luxurious. In fact, it's more than Marvel's apartment. Yes, he became Deja Vu the first time he blinked his eyes and was in someone else's room.

Always like this. However, he remembers the last time he was unconscious due to Raskal's violent slap on him and his arm being hurt by a syringe before he lost consciousness completely. After that, he didn't know what was going on.

He looked back around the room. Very spacious room, maybe about 15 meters. Mumbos,

There are several pictures of him clearly displayed on the study table. And there was also a large figura perched behind that bed. For the figura that is right behind him at this time, there is a candid photo of him consisting of several pieces of figura.

Carlista dumbfounded at once made gaping in disbelief. Is there someone who seems to be obsessed with him to the extent? Is this maybe Raskal's room? Because as he remembered, he was unconscious after being in Raskal's support.

Oh my God! Don't you think Carlista was unboxed by that bastard guy?!

"No! No! No! No way! No way Raskal's been my macemin. Nook. Just be careful until he's macem-macem the same me let alone********** my seamless body, I shoot dead all at once."

Carlista quickly grabbed the thick blanket that covered his body, watching his entire body from the tip of his foot to his hand. No exception to the part of his neck that he saw through his cellphone. Coincidentally, his cell phone was on the nightstand.

But he found nothing in her. No sign of ownership or kissmark. He was able to breathe a little easier this time. However, there was a slight awkwardness that he encountered this time, where he was still in a neat state and no sign of his body being touched.

Be it the neck or sensitive parts. There's no way the bastard didn't touch him. Carlista alone who saw the lustful gazes of his two eyes, shuddered in horror instantly. In fact, it exceeds a Marvel's lust for him.

"It's Raskal's room, I don't think it's possible. The proof is I am clean. There is no trace of***** in the neck," he muttered alone while continuing to pay attention to his reflection through the camera phone.

"There were no blood spots on the bed either. Means, I'm dong's balled up, same him,"

Don't be surprised by Carlista's mouth that there is no brake. Because that's the character. His mouth has no filter.

The bathroom door was open, it was seen if someone came out using only the winding of a towel on his waist and wet hair. Showing his sispack stomach makes Carlista who accidentally saw it meet red and turn his eyes in the other direction.

Wait a minute, the one that came out of the bathroom was Marvel. Means right now, Carlista is not in Raskal's room, but in the masculine guy's room.

"Marvels?" carlista murmured, as he saw Marvel walking to get to him.

Instantly Carlista salting and do not know how to. He could not show his two cheeks that were meeting red because of Marvel. However, he was also confused and inexhaustible with all this.

How can he be in Marvel's room, while Raskal has rendered him powerless?

Carlista flinched as his chin was grabbed by that cold hand and had to look at it with a distance that could be said to be quite close to Marvel.

Cup

"Morning kiss, Baby," Marvel said as he muttered.

Carlista instantly stiffened when Marvel had just gently kissed his lips. Why they want the same thing for longer. What, the effect of the drug has not disappeared completely? What's up with him?

Marvel distanced his face from Carlista's face and removed his hand from that smooth chin. Turning its body axis and walking towards the walk in closet. After a few minutes, Marvel emerged from behind the dressing room and walked over to Carlista.

Taking a position to sit right in front of Carlista while continuing to pay attention to the girl who had just regained consciousness from her sleep.

He recoiled the chin gently, Marvel looked at the lover's face intensely and deeply. Make sure the girl's doing okay. And the effect of the drug should have disappeared and subsided.

"You're not papa, are you? Hm?" ask Marvel gently.

****! Her voice is sexy again,

Carlista swore in the heart. Just hearing Marvel's voice that was a little hoarse with the typical baritone voice of a Marvel, made his heart rustle. Like being seduced by a lover. In fact, it's just Marvel asking loh, not dreadlocks.

"Carl, hey. Wh why? There's something you want to talk to me about, um?" said Marvel while gently rubbing the cheek next to it.

Carlista swallowed his saliva with difficulty when he again had to hear the voice. "Huh? Eeuumm.. g-gue is not papa," he said a little salting. Both of his cheeks were red.

Marvel immediately smelled his smile when he saw the behavior of the girl who was salting. "Yaudah, you wait here. I'll get you some breakfast first. Short yeah," he said, then briefly peeked Carlista's forehead.

While Marvel was out of the room, Carlista tried to get off the mattress. Walking on a marble floor that felt quite cold to the skin of his feet. He looked at every gap in the room. Including the figurines.

Wow, that's so crazy!

"Eat first, yuk!"

Carlista slightly gasped at the sound of Marvel appearing behind his back. He turned his body around and saw Marvel coming up with a trolley filled with food that seemed like it was for the two of them.

Marvel opened the service, there were several dishes containing fried rice, sandwich bread, fried chicken flour, and a glass of milk and a glass of orange juice. There are also some fruit pieces. He put it all on a glass table near the front sofa of the television.

"From yesterday you haven't eaten. So now you eat first. You'll be sick if you don't eat" said Marvel full of orders.

"Gue doesn't want to eat. I want to go home." Carlista replied flatly.

Marvel breathed slowly. "Eat first, Carl. You will be sick later" he said gently.

"Gue said I don't want to eat. I want to go home. Why am I here the same. Lo that's weird. It's not clear." exclaimed Carlista a little sniffy.

Marvel breathed slowly. "Carl, from yesterday you haven't eaten. Now eat first. I brought you food. There is fried rice as well as a glass of your favorite white milk," he said gently to persuade the girl who was sulking.

Carlista took a quick glance at the food that was neatly served on the table. The worms in his stomach were already demo. Ask for food and intake of food juices that seem to look very delicious. However, he is still a little annoyed with Marvel.

Upset because yesterday, he was embarrassed by his perverted behavior. Kissing Carlista in front of a crowd and without the slightest guilt. Marvel also forced him to change his cheers shirt and wait for him at the doorstep of the dressing room.

Really sucks!

"Kok lo maksa anyway?! If I say no, I don't want to!"

Marvel is trying to be patient and unwilling to hurt her girl as she already is. Although Marvel's patience is only as thin as a tissue, as much as possible he must be patient to face the stubbornness of the girl.

Marvel grabs Carlista's wrist and takes him to the couch. He sat there with Marvel sitting right next to him. Grabbing a plate of fried rice then spooning a spoonful and then thrust to Carlista.

"Eat!" tell Marvel flatly.

Carlista locked his mouth tightly, then shook his head loudly. Sign rejects Marvel's welcome.

Marvel still retained his hand that continued to thrust out a spoonful of fried rice. While the owner did not budge in the slightest. There is no intention to open your mouth or accept the bribe with pleasure. Both are silent in their respective positions.

Marvel again thrust a spoonful of rice closer toward Carlista's mouth. But Carlista's mouth refused to open. Until the voice that Marvel accidentally heard made him smile amusedly withholding his laughter. Carlista was embarrassed.

It could be in this situation, Carlista's stomach was crunched. Ask to eat. And that's why Marvel couldn't help but laugh.

"Eat first eat. Worms in your stomach also need to eat," said Marvel laughing amusedly while continuing to maintain the position of his hands.

Carlista is only able to curse in the heart and cursed worms in his stomach that can not be compromised.

"Let's eat."

Carlista took the bribe from the spoon that Marvel had been keeping for the past few minutes. It was not in vain that he persuaded his girl to have breakfast with him. In fact, Marvel just smiled faintly when he saw how greedy Carlista took a bribe after a bribe from his hand.

What's more when his mouth is full of both cute bulging cheeks. Marvel couldn't bear to not leave a single kiss on the cheek. And not to mention his lips that look pursed forward. What a cute girl that.

"Last bite," Marvel feeds the last fried rice from the plate. "Good girl" he said, slowly shaking the top of Carlista's head.

Carlista's gaze turned to a plate containing several pieces of sandwich that seemed to be waving asking to be touched. Marvel watched the girl with an amused smile. "You eat it. It's special to you,"

Carlista's two eyeballs immediately sparkled, grabbing a plate containing several slices of sandwiches and devouring them. The sandwich was deliberately made by Marvel for him. Because he knew, how the state of the belly of the girl who can stretch like rubber.

But Carlista has its own advantages. Want to eat a lot though, still bodygoals. I don't know where all the food went. If Jenna said anyway, Carlista eat a lot, but grow in certain parts doang.

Yes, Marvel, too, admitted it.

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