Mafia And Me
A failed story

Someone across there would have known, even the man was so relaxed just listening and still sitting on his couch with Abraham sipping a cup of herbal tea.

“His sleep medicine is no longer in action? Or you didn't give it back? Because it is very troublesome and also confusing if a man like The Black Rose is back to consciousness!” he smiled with a mocking smile.

“Oh gosh,” shrewd Abraham stared wearyly at the man in front there who was equally so loud.

“You really want The Black Rose dead will every day I give sleeping pills huh?? Are you chasing the head of The Black Rose to get tens of billions of dollars, huh?”

“Cih! I've been rich for what billions of dollars it is,” meadaknya annoyed to throw face by pulling the corner of his lips to the side.

“Then Face The Black Rose yourself. I'm tired of everything, The Black Rose and you. Equally troublesome myself,” grunts.

The man chuckled at Abaraham with an occasional flashing mock smile.

"Alright I'll deal with it.

Not long after that man stood up to the commotion beside his room accompanied by some of his guards.

“Damn, Ryander!!!” he swore with a bright red face like a fire.

Evans, who initially underestimated a man named Ryander, apparently managed to make it look sad. After the efforts made to finish off the twin brothers who intend to eliminate him and take his necklace.

Ryander shouldn't have come and messed up a lot of things. Evans would rather receive multiple shots on his body than owe someone his life.

Evans clung to his head and remained silent with both hands in front of him staring for a moment. After he felt calm, re-enforced his back and noticed the bruised reflection of his cracked glass, and muttered,

“It's time to let go of that stupid woman!”

“It's time you let go of that woman, her so-called” who just came into the room that accidentally heard Evans say. The man knew who The Black Rose meant.

Evans stared at the athletic man back there from the reflection of the cracked glass. A man despite his age is no longer young, but the man is just like him.

As if it looks from the reflection it will face and also his similarity with the man back there. Not feeling so calm about Evans' indebtedness to that stupid woman.

Now Evans is brought back by an old wounded figure, who so tortured him so much in his life so far. That man who tormented his heart all his life, will be a wound that will never be able to heal.

“You don't have to interfere in my business!” decaknya, with Evans who turned his body to face the man directly.

“A long time ago we didn't see what this is you telling me?!”

“I don't need you, what else is your help!” answered Evan troupe.

The man closed his lips.

“Yes, I know. You will never need me and my help. Since you're a Black Rose famous in the black world, your existence as a ruler also I really praise you, Evans Colliettie.

"But I am still a man who is always behind your back, protecting you from your enemies. Because you're the only descendant of Colliettie. Even if you like not wanting to. I'll always be watching you. Even though you no longer need me and also forget about me who is still alive!'

“I don't need all that! I don't need a killer like you either!”

The man walked up to Evans slowly it felt like the man was eager to hug the man in front of him with a face flushed like a blaze, a sharp glare of eyes as if killing.

“Why did you do that stupid thing, just a necklace that was not worth anything at all? Risking your own life and that of others?

"I think The Black Rose ruler of that dark world can think intelligently and throw away all the remaining memories that are so painful?!"

“You are the wound, Alberto!!! You are the old wound that still imprints on my heart that makes me like this! You know how much I want to kill you hmm?” Evans pulls the collar on Alberto's shirt.

“Then kill me, so you can repay your fine. Because I killed your mother, so that the old wound in your heart can heal,” Alberto's pinta is none other, the real father of Evans Colliettie.

Evans threw Alberto's body down until the two guards who were behind him supported him and did not fall down.

“Ck. You killed my mother and you deserve to die Alberto!”

Alberto smiled cynically looking at his son who was exactly the same as him, absolutely nothing changed from him to Evans was equally cruel.

Alberto threw a gun at Evans, who was crushed under his feet. “Take and kill your father,” murmured Alberto by stretching out his hands.

“Do you know—how sorry your father is after killing your mother who has betrayed me to cut a deep wound with the presence of another child? Even you hate him so much? Although my way is wrong!”

Evans took a gun looking at the ammunition inside that was loaded with bullets. “You didn't deserve to kill him Alberto!"

“I know Evans, and I'm wrong here!” sela Alberto's.

“And you shouldn't have killed Philps and your stepbrother!”

Dor!!!

One bullet escaped the gun Evans was holding against the wall. “And the bastard is still alive, Alberto. And I'm still looking for him and I'm going to kill that bastard,” decak Evans is full of rage.

Alberto knew that even though the man wasn't always around him.

Alberto approached closer to his favorite child, for Evans Alberto willingly went from his home so many memories with Julieta his late wife.

Without fear of Evans holding a gun that could one day shoot him, Alberto knew Evans would never have shot him.

“Dad is sorry. I'm wrong you're right I shouldn't have killed your mother, if you were going to kill me. Then kill me Evans so that everything breaks even for you.

"Your father was content to see the beautiful world, even though he lived in this dark world of sorrow and torment. I want you to kill me so that all your old wounds are healed of Alberto Colliettie's death and I can catch up with your mother there and meet in person to apologize.”

Evans pulled the lockdown until a clik sounded, and pulled the gun right in front of Alberto who smiled gently at him.

Dor!!!

Dor!!

Dor!!!

Several times the bullet was shot into the sky of his house until it was not left with a loud moaning sound echoing in the room.

Evans, with his red face extinguished and his two eyes still round full of anger, threw out his strength by throwing all the bullets in his hands.

The woman's shadow was always beside her father making her unable to kill her own biological father, Evans can still think at this time even though the grudge against his father was in his crown until it felt like he wanted to kill the man who had raised him.

Alberto looked at Evans' bead with anger at him.

"Kill your father so that you may be satisfied, my son" Alberto said.

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