Let Me Remove Your Wounds, Mr. Mafia.
Want to harm me

"But, unfortunately, I'm not interested in you at all, sir" Amera said. While floating a faint smile on Dion's face.

"Don't be too confident being a woman. I've never been interested in you." Dion turned his eyes away. He looked in any direction. He does not want to keep in touch with women. It was as if his heart was still full of his lover. He still could not forget his lover. Although death is imposing. In his heart, Dion could not be replaced by another woman.

"Are you not sane?" ask Amera.

"Maybe you're the one who's not sane." Dion nodded his head slowly. He stared intently at Amera. Approaching face. Amera was stunned, the two eyes were perfectly rounded. Staring very close to Dion's handsome face in front of him. Dion's breath felt swirling on his face. His head began to lull with the fragrance of Dion's body.

"You're a woman. Don't put yourself down too much." Amera blinked her two eyes confused. Instantly the look of admiration turned into a dislike in a matter of seconds.

"Hello, sir. Who is humbling themselves. No one is interested in you."

"Then don't marry me."

"Married?" Amera was silent for a moment. He pursed his lips. A little downcast eye.

What did he say? Am I really going to marry her? Is this my start to break into this mafia family. I can prove my brother's murder.

"Why are you quiet?" ask Deon.

"No, it's just that I don't know if we're getting married" Amera said.

"Don't pretend not to know. I'm sure if you're planning on marrying my father." Deon looked at the two confused Amera eyes.

"But, remember. Although it's true that you want to marry me. I won't be able to love Linda." Deon said. He held both Amera's arms. Gripping his arm very tightly.

Amera sighed. He pushed Deon's body away from him. "Forget over! I don't like you either. You take it easy." Amera widened her steps. Leaving Deon still silent behind. Staring at the back of Amera who slowly went away. His eyes immediately narrowed. When he saw a figure he was very familiar with. Two cars were driving very fast. From right and left. Amera was still unconscious. He walked slowly across the road in front of him.

"Amera!" shout Deon. He ran his power voice. Grab Amera's arm. Until falling down on the asphalt right Amera's body saved in a warm embrace Deon's body. Deon's left hand held Amera's rear head which was almost bumped with the edge of the pavement.

"Aren't you papa?" ask Deon. Amera closed her eyes. His body trembled in fear.

"Am I dead now? I don't even know who killed my brother!" geram Amera.

"Amera.." call Deon.

"You're okay, right?" ask Deon again.

"I'm still alive?" ask Amera lirih. He was afraid to look at his eyes. Afraid to see the truth about him.

"Are you the angel who took my life?" ask Amera.

"Open your eyes, I'm Deon." Deon annoyed. He scrunched his face. Resisting the pain in his hand. A violent clash hit his hand. Wound in his arm.

Amera slowly opened her eyes. He raised his head. He looked at Deon slowly. Both Amera eyes rounded instantly. When he saw the figure of the man in front of him.

"You're right, Deon," asked Amera. He brought his face closer. Their breaths are against each other.

The deg!

Deon's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment. He looked at the beautiful face of Amera who was so close to him. Those two brownish eyes were very clear in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Amera was silent. His eyes looked at each other.

Amera covered Deon's lips with her forefinger. "Sstt... Don't talk much" Amera said.

What's wrong with me, I've never had a heart history. My heart is starting to get abnormal again. I have to go to the doctor after this.

Amera pulled both corners of her thin lips. A sweet smile was engraved on his lips. Amera raised both hands slowly. Touching Deon's cheek. I nipped it a few times.

"What are you doing?" Deon sat down. He couldn't lie in there for too long with the woman he thought was a little crazy.

"Why is my cheek flushed?" ask Amera wonder.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Amera sits down. He glanced to the right and left. Make sure he's safe now. Amera raised both her hands. Two made sure there were no wounds on his hands either.

"Is anyone hurt?" ask Deon.

"No, ada!" Amera nodded her head slowly towards Deon. The man next to her still scrunched his face. It seems he still endured the pain. Amera holds Deon's left hand.

"Aw-" collapsed Deon.

"sick! Just slow down."

"Alright, I just want to see it." Amera saw the wound on Deon's arm that was so wide.

"We're going to the hospital?" amera asked.he helped deon to immediately thorny.

"No need to go to the hospital!!" resolute Deon.

"Why?" ask Amera confused.

"Take me home. Treat my wounds at home. I don't want to go to the hospital. I'm like this because I helped. So now you have to help me" Deon said. He pulled Amera's rough arm to leave immediately. An old car approached him. And, stop right in front of him.

A man got out of the car. He's approaching Deon. "Sorry, sir! I was late" said the man.

"Where have you been?" peekik Deon's.

"So on the road there's a car following us guan. So they have to distract them. So you can get away with coming to see the master." That class of men.

"Black car?" tanya Deon made sure. He suspected that the black car actually wanted to kill him. But, he was mistargeted and injured another victim.

"Yes, sir!"

"It's true, that car again." Deon sighed his napan. His lips curled up his anger.

"One more time, sorry sir!" said the man

"All right, no problem!" deon.

"Sir, can I help you?" ask one of the guards to get out of the car.

"You all go up. The car's after us. They want to kill me. We better get in!" Deon pulls Amera's arm into his car. And, some of the guards also came inside. They immediately left the location.

"Sir, all right?" ask one of the guards sitting in front.

"No problem! It's just a little abrasive" Deon said. He glanced towards Amera The woman just kept quiet beside him.