Mafia And Me
Good morning to my world

Earlier…

The narrow-eyed man wearing his gray coat went down the stairs of a private ration, along with a handsome man with the same Caucasian face wearing a coat and different colors.

His arrival to Italy is certainly to find someone who means a lot to him until these few days, the narrow-eyed man has been a few days in London just to find the woman he loves.

The narrow-eyed man who was none other than Jeon Park now set his foot down from the car that took him to one of the big houses, a Mediterranean-style mansion that is quite spacious and classic.

“Please Mr.” said one of the guards at the main door.

The bule man nodded his head and swung his chin to the side to instruct Jeon towards someone who could help him find the woman he cared about, Alea. The purpose of Jeon came to Rome-Italy which was to ask the brother of a Caucasian man who was none other than Christian.

“She was in the middle backyard with her beloved animals,” Christian mutant who walked beside her.

What are all mobsters like this?

Such a spacious house with tight guard and also a hobby with ferocious beasts that Jeon currently saw before his eyes.

A person who was not so old and visible from his face the four-headed man was playing with his pet tiger.

“Haii Chris—“ greet the man in front of him who has heard the news if his distant brother will visit and ask for help to him.

Even though the man who was hugging the beloved animal did not know what the problem was.

“You have been playing here for a long time my brother,” he said warmly and let his brother and friend sit in his chair.

“You're old but you're still playing with wild animals. You should have rubbed your pregnant wife's stomach, Marco,” decak Christian.

Marco smiled faintly looking at Chris as well as his theme. “I'm still young Chris and I'm only forty, remember that! Please at drink.”

“Ya..ya. I came here asking for your help, Marco. Although it is actually my best friend who actually needs your help,” explained Chris to his sister who was sipping coffee by staring at Jeon in front of him.

“I ask for your help Sir,” said Jeon who looked at Marco in front there put the cup with a moving index finger in front of him.

“You don't call me Master, just call me Marco like Chris.”

Marco advanced his body near Jeon and whispered, “I am young, will have a second child, and I am also not too old, right?” he said he held his lips.

Jeon smiled and nodded.

“He still wants to be young, though not self-conscious,” sindri Chris who gets a sharp glare.

“Why did you come all the way here just to meet me and ask for help what?” ask Marco.

Jeon sighed for a moment looking at Marco's face which looked like a real mafia. Eh he is indeed a mafia, although his Itali face is still thick on the face of a burly man with a tattoo on his hand.

“It has been a few months since my brother disappeared and I have news that my brother is currently in the hands of a mobster named Santhos Brigton but according to my man Santhos is in Italy.”

“Santhos?” guan Marco with a frown.

“Santhos Brigton the British mafia?”

Jeon and Chris nodded.

“I know old man Bangka shithead was dead a few months ago.”

Jeon and Chris were surprised that the two men immediately sat up in an upright position.

“Whatahh?”

“I heard like that. Santhos Brigton died from being killed by The Black Rose,”, said Marco, who already knows the news of people like Santhos Brigton in the black world.

“Who's The Black Rose?” asked Chris curiously.

“He's Italian Mafia, precisely Napoli. But his kekusa is now all over Italy he mastered it, precisely this country he ruled.”

Chris was wide open to listen to him, he did not know about the black world because at all he was not a mafia who knew of all the dark world in front of him.

“I think you're the ruler of Italy, because I don't really know the black world of a mafia.”

Marco clucking. “It's just the mafia in Italy it's just me, huh? There are still many mobsters scattered in Italy and the more ruthless including The Black Rose which is already the most famous here.

"If your brother is really in his hands, I can't help you,” Marco said, draping his arm across his chest.

“Why can't you?!” chris Decak.

“He is very dangerous Chris, and I am not here to disturb a sleeping tiger. He can prey on me and finish off my whole family, even to his roots including yours.

"That man will definitely finish easily. The Black Rose had never half-sacrificed her enemies!"

“God is so cruelthat his name is The Black Rose? I think the ruthless Mafia-mafia just being in the movies turns out..."

“In the real world the mafia is so cruel Chris. Even The Black Rose at a young age had killed two people at once, about the age of Marcus, The Black Rose had killed people,” Marco pointed at his eldest son who was with his wife.

Jeon and Chris listened. “Gosh so scary.”

“Then the mobsters here do not want to deal with The Black Rose even though many want to oppose it, enemies are scattered everywhere even though they know it is not easy to challenge The Black Rose who ended up dying horribly.” Marco took a long breath.

“Even reportedly, the head of a Black Rose was rewarded very expensive, even tens of billions of dollars if he got it,” he said that made the two people in front there gawk.

“It was The Black Rose, so many wanted to kill him?”

“He is not an ordinary opponent,” Marco interrupted back.

“If you don't die but your sister could be the bitch of The Black Rose, which I heard even The Black Rose has some bitch in her mansi, it might be her collection!"

“Gosh!!!” chris shook his head in disbelief.

“What if it's all true Jeon? And your sister?”

Jeon certainly didn't want both of them to happen to Alea there. Although she was still right to doubt if Alea was in the hands of a devil like The Black Rose.

“I'll get people to investigate it and it's possible that your sister isn't in The Black Rose.”'s hands

Marco persuaded a confidant there to invite his confidant to find out about the woman named Alea.

***

Two days ago Jeon and Chris were in Rome-Italy, looking for the whereabouts of Alea that Marco might be in the hands of The Black Rose.

Even though he was so lazy to find trouble with The Black Rose, which was clearly the devil and his idol made Marco was afraid of the safety of his family.

“Hopefully, your sister is not in the hands of The Black Rose,” muttered Isabel's wife Marco gave a cup of coffee to the three men who were in the back yard.

“I hope so bell, thanks coffee,” Jeon said.

A man wearing all black clothes came in front of the door, Marco who knew it immediately approached him.

“Is there something wrong with Marco?” chris asked Isabel next to him, the three people there looking at Marco's different face.

“Submit investigate and find him!” that was all they heard from Marco and his trusted men.

“What's new?” jeon asked, looking at Marco's face.

“The Black Rose is currently in Spain precisely Madrid he brought a woman, which is not clear who the woman is and the possibility of the woman is Raider, he said,” Marco said sitting in a chair with his wife and two men.

“Madrid? Want what?” jeon asked, getting curious.

Marco shook his shoulder, not knowing. Who knows if The Black Rose's business wants anything there.

“Who's Raider?”

“Raider a beautiful woman accomplice The Black Rose who is equally cruel,” replied Marco.

“Astria..”.

The four were silent for a moment with different head contents. “If you get The Black Rose dead you want something?”

Marco shimmered. “Of course I'll trade his head for that gift!”

“On whom will you exchange the head of The Black Rose!”

“Someone who is clear I know who is,” he replied smiling mysteriously.

And then…

Evans stood with difficulty approaching the foolish woman who was still in her car helping her to get out in her car with her remaining power. Wiggling that little body that was already unconscious.

“Aleaaaaa..”

Evans frowned in pain feeling a loud throbbing in his head, holding his head by his hand next to his with the other seeing a trail of blood on his hand.

“Ohh. Did that bastard shoot him?” sigh Evans.

Three pitch-black cars arrived at the scene, where Evans was sitting on hold until his men came to take him.

Surviving Alea's body in her lap by holding so much pain in her head made her unable to see clearly who the men in black were with a woman beside her.

Dugo!!

One of the men hit Evans on the back so devils like Evans could be easy to carry even though his condition is currently weak and take advantage of this incident.

“We have found him Mr.” said someone in front there reported via telephone connection.

“Good. Bring him as I tell you!” replied someone across there with a triumphant slanted smile.

Is that guy just as mean to Evans as he wants the head of a billion dollar Black Rose?

So many bad people out there, someone who is cruel can be said to be a mafia who always knows the existence of The Black Rose in the black world that can not be underestimated?

Seriate....

How's Alea doing?

Who is the person who brought The Black Rose and will someone bring the head of The Black Rose in exchange for billions of dollars?

Curious no?

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