Mafia And Me
MAGERS

“Open your shirt,” pinta Evans.

“Hah?” aela replied with wide eyes.

“For what, Mister?”

Evans leaned over, while Alea in front of him retreated until her back pressed against the car door.

“You open or I will forcefully undress, hm?” evans said in a high tone, the glare of his eyes sharp.

Alea was silent, look at Evans, he was confused at this devil beside him.

“Now Alea!” emphatically.

Alea followed Evans' wishes. Shamefully Alea flicked her clothes slowly, while Evans instantly looked at Alea's unscathed stomach in the slightest. There were no gunshot scars and no marks now.

Evans breathed and muttered within himself, it might just be a small kick that the little mice hit this stupid woman in pain.

“What was the gunshot wound that time healed, hmm?”

“Didn't you see it yourself? No marks at all, right? I'm fine.”

Alea again covered her stomach and slightly tidied her clothes back up.

Up ahead Mika and Lucas are still waiting with their heads full of question marks.

“Why don't car masters go forward?” Lucas asks Mika, but the woman replies with a shoulder swig.

He still remembers what happened a few seconds ago about Evans' attitude. Mika still clearly remembers that all of that is impossible.

Evans starts the engine and drives the car to the front where Lucas and Mika are. Seeing Evans' car, Lucas followed him.

The problem of the robbers who attacked Mika and Alea, has been taken care of directly by Lucas who told Mika's men to clean up all the chaos that occurred a few minutes ago.

Along the way to the factory, they both fell silent. However, Evans occasionally turned his head to the side and saw Alea still holding her stomach.

The man was confused by the foolish woman beside him, in silence while driving Evans to think exactly what the woman was hiding until he saw Alea editing as if to endure pain.

Is that a kick or what?

Decitan brake sound made Alea reflex body slumped forward. Evans interrupts Lucas to head first to the factory and leaves him with Alea without bodyguards.

“Why stop?”

“Open your shirt I want to make sure you come back!”

“Not you've seen it?”

Evans snorted violently. “Yes. I did see it, but I saw you from the moment I held your stomach. You're hiding something aren't you?”

Alea frowned confusedly. ‘Tumben he pretends to care about me, isn't this even the case?

“Nothing,” replied Alea, pretending to cover everything. He did not want to be said to be weak by the devil.

Unbelieving Alea's words, Evans was without the permission of the master to immediately throw away the plain T-shirt that Alea was wearing. There was indeed no blood, but a bruise on the right side of Alea's stomach.

Alea squeezed out Evans' hand which was holding her stomach. “Do you carry painkillers?” ask Evans.

The look of Evans' face panicked, the empu who was asked was silent with eyes that could not be seen Evans.

This was a rare attention Alea never got from that ruthless mafia. Usually, Evans tortured her slowly. But, this…

“There's on my desk. In the office.”

Evans resumed his journey after a grunt. Ah, she's a stupid woman. Before long Evans' car stopped again, the man got out of his car and headed somewhere.

“I'm not strong anymore, it's very painful,” Alea groaned withstanding the pain that could not be avoided anymore.

Both of his hands squeezed tightly onto the shiitt belt with sweat pouring down Alea's face.

Saw Evans walk out of the clinic. Alea hurriedly wiped away the sweat and tears from her falling eyes.

“Drink, so you'll be better.”

“Thank you very much,” Alea said as she received the drug and then drank it.

At seven o'clock the night Alea and Lucas were still in the factory, after Alea felt better he and Lucas reviewed the production process and soon returned to work.

From the documents that Lucas provided, there were a lot of peculiarities especially when looking at the financial statements of the factory.

“I need chocolate milk,” Alea said as she got up from her seat and walked towards the pantry.

In the hallway to the right, Alea stopped while listening to the conversation of two people who were arguing.

“We'll get caught if we're the culprit. The woman brought by the master was already confident that she could solve the fraud we committed.”

Alea's eyeballs snorted, curious about what else they would sayhe decided to walk slowly so that he could listen more clearly.

“I have already said. You just shut up! No need to panic excessively because it will make them believe that we are the perpetrators!”

“How do I calm down, huh? Do you know who we're dealing with? Evans Colliettie's. We're going to die, he's a ruthless mafia and now we're taking our lives to that mafia!”

Dugo!!

The sound of Alea's head being piqued made the two people panic.

“Who is it?” one man in yellow.

“I assure you. You don't talk much here, understand!”

An old man in yellow tie came out from the room, his eyes were circulating looking at the corner of the room, around him there was no one. But why does his heart feel confident that someone is listening to his speech.

On the side, Alea caught her breath. He almost got caught listening to the conversation of two people who did not know who it was.

Alea slowly turned his head and peeked at what the man was still there. But when Alea went back in direction, she gasped in shock at the cry of someone who caught her.

“What are you doing here, hmm?”

With a reflex Alea pulled the arm of a person to quickly crouch down with one hand that smothered the mouth of a person in a meeting then back to glance towards the right and make sure again that the man had entered into in chamber.

“Thank God that he's in,” Alea exclaimed in relief.

Alea's hand was still there, smothering the mouth of who knows. Seeing his suit, Alea was convinced that the man was Lucas because there was only him and Lucas here.

But when he looked to the side. Alea's eyeballs glared sharply and then gave a grin while releasing one of his hands.

“Sorry, Tu-Master..”

Evans stared. “Why hm? Are you not afraid of me killing because you have dared to make me like this hmm?”

Alea let out a slow breath. “Gosh. Last afternoon you looked so nice and worried for me. Why is it suddenly scary again?” nagging Alea, annoyed.

Evans' sharp eyes made Alea guess that the demon might be in the middle of the man's body.

“If you want to kill. Kill it, I surrender if you kill it,” Alea said as she grabbed Evans' hand to strangle him as usual.

Evans was silent, with a glint of an angry eye. Shortly Alea left Evans, who could only stand by without doing anything.