Mafia And Me
The battle between father and son

“Abaraham is meeting with Mr.”

“For what?” ask Evans to investigate.

Is the killer currently asking for a reward? Think Evans.

“I don't know, but there is something important that Albraham wants to say to Mr.”

Evans took a deep breath. Abraham always helped him even though he did not want help, an accomplice of Alberto, because he could overcome his own mess without the help of a man like Abraham.

But there is an important thing that Abraham wants to tell him because for years Evans did not meet and only knew the old man who always handled all his affairs even though he was not ordered as if, understand.

What was that important thing about Alberto Colliettie, his father?

Evans didn't want to hear anything from the killer.

“All right tell him to see me tomorrow,” he said.

Mika posted her body and was about to leave the room but Evans called her back.

“Mika—“

“Dad Sir,” replied Mika again standing straight in front of Evans who was still on her back.

“Give me Alea's phone.”

“Mobile?”

Evans looked at me with a sharp look. “Daddy. Alea Mobile. Now!”

Without wasting any time and questions, Mika took out something from her pants pocket and handed it to Evans who immediately took it and he held it tightly and looked back at Alea in front of it.

“Prepare all the letters and also the tickets for the stupid woman, if she is conscious later. I hope that stupid woman wakes up before I go back to Naples.”

Evans approached the bed with a stop right in front of Ale's bed.

“There's still something to talk about and that I need to finish with this stupid woman before I go.”

“Good Sir, then what about Bryan?”

“Let him in jail until I get back. I will decide his fate after I am in my mansion.”

“Good me excuse me.”

Evans was silent, after hearing the sound of a closed door Mika passed away leaving herself in the room.

Slowly Evans began to raise Alea's phone in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed with a straight gaze watching every inch of Ale's face and grunted softly.

“Your life is so full of betrayal Alea. Friends, friends and lovers alike love you, what a poor woman,” her mumble while looking at Alea's face.

The on button was pressed on Ale's phone screen, and the screen was turned on by displaying a photo directly in front of him.

The photo of two women who were just as beautiful was smiling sweetly, clearly visible from the photo in front there Alea was very fond of the woman he embraced warmly.

Evans opened the gallery on Alea's cell phone and displayed several photos of Alea with her friends and most of the photos showed the two women again and again making Evans' chest rumble, full-out anger.

He had a good moment of the second photo with Evans quickly re-opened his social media application and saw how close he was to his friends.

I don't know who the women and the women who take pictures with stupid women but Evans believes it's Alea's friends. Who disguised friends, friends, and also people who loved Ale with all full of falsehoods and also lies.

What's more Evans smiled mockingly when he found a photo of Alea, Mike Shander and Gina. The woman******had sold Alea to a mobster she killed.

A thirty-second video automatically plays and shows Alea's birthday celebration where Ale is seen celebrating together with Mike Shander, his lover and also the bearer of disaster in Alea's life.

Her sweet smile with her cheerful laugh saw Ale happy in the thirty-second video.

“Maybe you will be happy again after I release you from my hell,” Evans murmured.

When about to close his social media account Evans accidentally found a photo that made him stunned when he saw a photo of Alea wearing white wings like a beautiful angel uploaded by someone named Jeon Park.

An account belonging to a man that Evans saw and opened the account in which many featured photos of Alea along with himself and a woman who adorned the full Alea gallery.

'I believed in the presence of a white-winged angel when I saw your figure. Even the devil will be troubled by the kindness of your heart, Alea Anjanie.' Jeon Park's.

Evans dropped Alea's phone just like that, hitting the floor with a loud bang, standing in a stiff motion with both eyes looking at Alea's face while trying hard since then to withstand the sting of emotions inside her chest.

His two hands were clenched tightly, his breathing was seen hunting with his chest felt tight, without being prevented he seemed to be thrown into the past that he had been tightly closed.

"Mother, you are my angel. Winged angel who always makes me happy.”

Julieta smiled gently, rubbing Evans' small shoulder.

“Angel," he murmured.

"When you're little like this, Mom is your angel. The angel who always makes you happy. But later on you will not only have one winged angel like me.”

“What will I have many angels later?”

"You are my dear child Evans Colliettie, you are my little angel,” said Julieta kissed the cheek, forehead and nose of her dear child.

Evans held onto his throbbing head. All those memories instantly popped into his head until all the shadows of the woman he loved appeared and twisted the fond memories of his childhood with his mother, Julieta Colliettie.

It was all from Alea.

Alea who had already made those memories came to remind him. The equally beautiful woman, whom Alea always hugged and kissed was none other than Alea's mother, who plagued Evans Colliettie's life in the past.

Yes, little Evans used to feel happiness together with his beloved mother.

The mother who Evans symbolizes as a winged angel who always makes himself happy and always protects himself who suddenly disappears and goes for good in the hands of his biological father, Alberto Colliettie.

Shitt!!! Bumpat Evans, scolding his head, left the room where Alea was there. With his emotions that can no longer be controlled, he needs an impingement.

“Why do you remind all those memories! bad luck with my life!”

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