Mafia And Me
A tiring journey

00.55, Tibury Dock, England.

Dark, dark,

I don't know where I am at the moment,

I was lost and trapped in the darkness of the night,

What possible. It's the day of my death.

The sentence was all that now kept repeating itself in Ale's head, running fast as if in the taste, his legs kept running as his brain spurred him to run as if he were tired, what he expected was a direction that led him out of the way that was currently avoiding the pursuit of the five big men behind him.

His quick footsteps made Ale look slightly back just to make sure the five big-bodied men were still far away from him.

His breath felt heavy with his chest movements up and down. Tired and the thought of being scolded in his head if he was caught and killed in a dark deserted place like an uninhabited.

Ale condemned his stupidity that always has a curious nature of the affairs of others, making himself chased back by others who he believes if the people are the men of the black berhoddie man.

Supposedly from the pursuit of the Gina people, the, Ale had already been able to find a way out of this place and found a person who could help himself instead of being chased back from a person who should not interfere and not see what Ale should be can't see.

For a moment stopped with a severed breath, glancing behind the five men behind him still chasing after him despite looking far away.

'I have to hide, I have to hide, ' said Ale again running with his legs not strong felt weak but he had to keep running from their pursuit.

He saw the gap behind the container along his net trying to turn and get into the open gap closed it slowly.

“Yes God please save me. I beg. I want to go home from this city, I want to go back with my father and brothers,” lirih Ale pray in his heart to watch his eyes full of confidence.

He had not finished praying yet he had to be surprised by the horde of men who were not far from him. The voice of the man was talking about him, lamenting that he would lose track of him. He bit his lower lip by closing his mouth tightly so as not to make a sound.

"Damn! We lost track of the woman. Where did it go?” the grunt of one of the men smashed his hand hard towards the container nearby made Ale who inside was trembling in fear of the blow that echoed inside his container.

"O Lord, protect me, O Lord. I can't fight the five men themselves with their big bodies,” he said in fear.

For a while he felt safe and he did not hear the men's voices anymore. Ale came out of his hiding place which he felt was quite safe and this was his chance to escape from his hiding place.

As he remembered since he had walked far and lost in this always the same path, maybe there was a turn ahead that would make him escape from the horde of men.

Ale looked back to make sure no one followed him back in full hope he would not return to the chase but when he returned to the front, his legs stopped immediately before hitting a man who was blocking his way with his face covered in a hoddie veil that had no visible appearance of his face behind the darkness.

His breath rose and fell, Ale standing in front of him with a very real fear of the man in front of him who was just silent doing nothing but why Ale seemed unable to move. Though the only chance was to turn around and run as fast as possible away from the man.

But Ale froze in place looking at the man in front of him who was the leader of the people who had been chasing him. Yeah, Ale saw that man kill a lot of people inside that old building in there, but it was nothing but mercy.

The berhoddie man moved forward and now they stood face to face. Ale held his breath crowded as if he was shocked, himself this close to the lead of those people.

The man raised his head slightly to open his hood from the darkness with the two eyes meeting and back together.

Ale flinched in front of him looking closely at the figure of an angel tampa wings that descended from the sky because of his appearance, his beautiful golden-gray eyeballs, his shady gaze was able to bewitch the woman who was nearby.

But all of that turned out to be a mere trick as Ale felt the swift movement of the man in front of him extending his hand wrapped in black gloves that gripped his neck firmly ignoring the fact that he was a woman.

“Please..le-fit.” Ale held back the man's strong arms with both of his own hands trying to talk to the man with a berhoddie.

“A-I didn't see anything.” His grip strengthened Ale hissed feeling the excruciating pain in his neck.

Why did he have to meet a devil that resembles an angel, like what he recently met. His handsome face covered all his bleakness like what Mike Shander did even though the demon that made him fall in love never hurt his physique, but his heart still hurt.

“Ya I believe.” The man replied to her words, though a little strange sounded in Ale's ears.

“But I must first pry these two beautiful eyeballs, so that I can believe.”

“To-long le-pass a-ku.” Ale's getting less and more unable to breathe properly will be his grip.

“A-ku will not tell anyone.” The man pulled a slight corner of his lips to the side staring fixedly at the woman in front of him.

“I often hear that sentence from people who met me before.” Ale closed his eyes as his neck grew more and more clenched.

“Sadly a woman as beautiful as you is in the wrong place and time who is to blame hmm?” Ale opened his eyes again.

“Please..Am-puni a-ku.”.

“Sorry?” The man snorted lazily tired of listening to such words that he had always heard.

“Bored I listen to the same words begging for forgiveness but realize there are consequences in every action and I don't like people who are too curious like you.” Added full emphasis.

“Ap-a who bi-sa I practiced to get your forgiveness?”

“What can you offer hmm?” the man asked back.

“Don't tell me your body because I have absolutely no interest in this body, cih,” he said throwing a little spit down.

“A-ku not su-di,” hiss Ale increasingly feel tightness. The berhoddie man chuckled faintly staring at the bravery of the woman he was clutching in front of him.

“It seems tonight is not your lucky night because you met me.”

Ale buried his cuckoo in the arm of the berhoddie man with his pervasive fear. “What's your name?” Ale hush. But his grip strengthened, Ale felt resigned if he would die today.

“What's your name?”

“Hai Alea,” say hello with her devil smile.

“Totally the ap-a that you want to do other things-it-u.”

“Your death.”

Ale smiled sweetly in front of the man closing his two eyeballs of near-approaching death. It was as if he had given up on all this and was free from the pain he felt. The man in front of him also returned his sweet smile looking at him sharply as if he was satisfied if this woman died in his hands, however....

The spotlight on the light at the other end made a glare beam illuminate the two with the little man covering the bright light that shone on his face with one arm, tampa let go of his grip. Ale who closed his eyes opened his eyes slowly to the translucent light and heard the sound of a car blaring in front of him.

.brumm...brumm!!!

The car drove close to the two with the sound of his car engine blaring towards them and…

Brugg!!!

The car saw the two people in front of him thrown together and fell into the cold smoke with no pain.

“Eerghh,” groaned Ale felt his body ache all with his hands holding a painful neck.

“Ale,” called him whom Ale felt familiar with his voice.

The man ran as fast as he could to reach Ale in front of him. “You okay?”

“Ryander?” answer slowly.

“We're leaving here,” Ryander said holding Ale to reach her car.

Ryander takes Ale into his car and rushes to the steering wheel, for him and Ale to leave this place immediately while Ale beside him still held his neck staring at the man berhoddie who stood up as he re-wrapped his hood.

Ryander sat in his steering wheel with a flaming machine facing the black-boddied man just quietly in place with a sharp look towards him with a brandishing of his weapon.

Dor.dor...

Prankk!

“Shit!” Ryander cursed to see the rearview mirror on the side of his car broke and there was a hole in the windshield of his car that somehow left another bullet.

Ryander bated the steering wheel on the gas pedal and his car sped away from there quickly.

Gunfire was still heard loud, the men were shooting at the car he was riding in. Ale looked down even though his eyes were locked on the man berhoddie through the rearview mirror beside him.

The angelic incarnate man with a demon-like roar was still standing in the same place. Ale still couldn't turn his eyes away as Ryander's car turned towards the highway with a single shot in its sights.

Dor!!!

Pranks!

“Shit!!” Ryander Ogat. The one remaining rearview mirror broke into pieces to remove its figure making Ale gasp in tremendous fear with his hands shutting his mouth.

“Damn it!” hiss Ryander resumes his car to his destination, Tiara's apartment. This time Ryander heaved a sigh of relief that he could escape from the man in front there that he knew.

“You're okay Ale?” Ryander glanced at Ale who was still speechless beside him with his body trembling.

“I'm fine,” he said sounding slow and vibrating.

“We are far from the dock at least we are safe this time, for a while whether tomorrow after we will be like what…” said Ryander stopped he could imagine how he would live his day tomorrow which obviously the man would not let go of himself and also Ale.

“You mean? And why didn't that man die when you hit him earlier?” ask Ale curious.

“The man did not die easily even if only in a hit even though we managed to do it. I'm sure our lives aren't safe,” decide.

“Who is that guy? his aura scares me.”

“Anyone who faces him should be scared. Good thing I came in time to save you,” Ryander sighed.

“If you don't, I don't know what you're going to be like or you just stay name.”

“Who is he, Ryander?”

Raynder took a quick glance, exhaling his heavy breath.

”Evans Collettie, and you've come face to face with the Italian Mafia leader, who won't let you go until your wish is reached. What do you have to do with that demon guy?” ryander asked slightly in surprise, as Ryander knew and was looking for Ale from the kidnapping of William's backup lover Gina and kenpa Ale was in Evans Colliettie's hands.

Ale fell silent in his chair, re-imagining the man's face.

“You're lucky to be alive, Ale because Evans hasn't killed you yet, but surely the man doesn't stay silent.”

“Evans Colliettie?” he said astonished at his name, the man was a mobster.

“You should have listened to what Jessie said to you. You don't have to go to London alone after your goddamn lover. Jessie already knew Mike Shander's rot even though he never hurt you, but.”.

Ryander sighed for a moment turning to the side where Ale was still waiting for him to resume his story.

“But what?”

Seriate...