Mafia And Me
A dilemma between two women

"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 Ale. Ale who had already made those memories came to remind him. The equally beautiful woman, whom Ale 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 Ale 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!”

***

The middle-aged lung man who was none other than Abraham, entered a house not so big as a mansion. The man who came alone without any bodyguards came to meet the infamous Black Rose empty-handed without his bodyguards.

Abraham accompanied by Mika to his office seemed both silent, although both of them knew and were accomplices of the Colliettie family at once, even both of them were both confidants who never betrayed even though.

“There's something you want to see me, Albraham.”

“This is how you greet me, Evans?!”

Evans pulled the corner of his lips to the side and clucked. “Cihh!!!...What are you asking me to welcome you like? As soon as you talk there's something important what you want to talk to me about. I don't have much time!”

Abraham snorted. Father and son are equally behaved. Sucks. Abraham saw Mika who was still in the room was finally Evans understood and told the leg of his hand to go from his room.

“Something a wish that I don't really want. Are you going to grant it?” Evans smiled mockingly. He had expected something important that none other than Alberto asked him for something.

The man who was more than fifty years old, his athletic and sturdy body still looked fresh with a handsome face despite his age of half a century. The man sat in the chair right in front of the small bed holding the small hand which was still attached to the infusion hose.

Occasionally rubbed the small hand gently with both eyes that stared fixedly at the woman who was still unconscious up there. The foolish and weak woman Evans always told him was able to make an old man's heart touched and remind him of someone who made him regret for the rest of his life.

“Why do you insist on meeting her?” abraham asked in wonder. Never did the man ahead have this gentle nature to a woman other than his late wife, Julieta.

The man who was none other than Alberto Colliettie was sighing long. Sitting while rubbing the hair of the woman in front of him with one hand and one hand holding the small hand.

“I saw Julietta's side on this woman. A woman who looks stupid and weak but also brave, like my late wife. A good woman seems to be very fond of—“ said Alberto silent for a moment back to look at Abraham in front there.

“Ask the devil The Black Rose to set this woman free. I don't want this woman to suffer even though I wish this woman a lot—“

Abraham approached Alberto beside the bed. “Devil the Black Rose is your own son Alberto,” hiss Abraham.

“I know,” Alberto replied, with a sigh.

“She is the same as you— equally cruel.”

“Right! I realized that. Because he's my descendant, my only descendant and heir to the Colliettie. Although I was not considered to exist and die by him.”

Abraham understood. “You don't have to worry about that woman, Evans told me. He will release the woman and return her to her country.”

“Good.”

Slowly the small hand moved along with the two slightly opened eyes, with the quickness of the mercenary doctor who specifically handled Alea running into the room to check on her condition.

Both of his eyes opened wide and Ale looked around the room with three people already standing looking at him. “The situation is improving Sir,” said the doctor and not long passed away.

“Sorry, who are you?” asked Ale, venturing out.

Alberto put the glass into shape, looked back at Ale who was clearly a woman who was stunned by him. “Include my name, Alberto Colliettie and he's my man, Abraham.”

Ale was wide ahead there staring in disbelief. The middle-aged lung man in front of him was the real father of The Black Rose, Alberto Colliettie of course Ale had heard of it.

Being able to see and stare at the ruthless Mafia like Alberto was rare to him, although Ale knew the man looked different to his son, even though the half-century old man was still handsome and right, Evans inherited everything that was inherent in Alberto.

Ale bent his body despite pressing on his stomach which still felt sore. “Master, forgive me if I am disrespectful,” said Ale who was presented with an old man's smile in front of him.

“It's okay son. I came here just to make sure you are, and thank God you are awake at this time,” said Alberto seemed to breathe freely.

“Why does a tendengar like Mister worry me so much? I'm just a waitress in your son's mansion Mr.”

The two men in front of him chuckled because they already knew Ale was a servant. “I know it's Alea. I'm just here to say thank you for polling my son, Evans Colliettie,” Alberto said, bringing his body close and whispering in Alea's ear.

“The cruel Black Rose, deeply regretting that she owed you her life,” murmured Alberto with a smile. Re-positioning his seat firmly in front of him.

“It was just a coincidence Mr.”

“Yes, I happen to know the fate of a Black Rose like that. But it's a pity that you will be free from the grip of The Black Rose this time.” Ale's out there.

“Meanour..”.

“The Black Rose set you free, you will return to your country. It is a pity that you are not not in my mansion anymore,” said Alberto who made Ale scrunch his forehead.

“Sorry to mean Sir?!”

The two men chuckled. Apparently it would be true Evans calls Ale, the dumb lady. The woman was really slow to think.

“You will understand by I mean Alea. Nice to meet you,”, Alberto gently rubbed the back of his hand with a warm smile that Alberto wrapped around him.

**

Evans sat in the chair of a room like a work room facing forward with his back to the door with himself looking at the sky out there staring at the sunset in the city of Madrid that will soon darken. With many questions and words that he wanted to throw out of his heart at this moment, but his lips seemed reluctant to open it.

The farther they are, maybe it will look good for both. Evans would have felt more at ease that there was no stupid woman and should have never saved the woman in the first place had it not been for her milk necklace.

His hatred was deep-rooted but he could not lose the necklace that had now returned to the place where it should be.

And that foolish woman like Alea was currently with Alberto and also Abraham who would take care of Alea when the woman came to her senses.

“Master..”

“Hmmm.”

“Your car is ready and the plane is waiting.”

“All right..we are back in Naples. You take care of that woman lest Abraham not return the foolish woman,” her orders.

“Good Sir..”.