The Prisoner of Love the Mafia

The Prisoner of Love the Mafia
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Deon clenched his one hand firmly, he would most dislike if his secret was uncovered by others even though he was his own biological brother. Gerald who saw the anger in Deon began to make his voice. "Don't blame your brother, Deon. It's all papa's fault, forgive papa Deon."


"Papa doesn't need to apologize, I'll help papa, but you have to tell me who Dav really is?"


"You know Dav?" Gerald asked as he looked at his youngest son. Deon just nodded his head slowly while looking at the father waiting for an answer. Gerald gave a rough sigh, then he said again. "Dav is the head of the most dangerous mafia gang, Deon...Her.. "


"I know he's the head of a mafia gang, which I want to ask really how dangerous he is, to the point that papa has to hide me from him? Now you know I'm the number two mafia leader in the country, so you don't have to hide anything from me anymore."


Gerald chuckled softly, he grabbed his drink, then sipped it slowly, then after that he put the glass back on the table. "You can never win against him, Deon. He's the leader of the number one mafia gang, no one can touch him, Deon. Including you." Gerald's words made Deon a little surprised.


"Fuck, it turns out that he is the leader of the Strongest Demon, ah it's appropriate that my men can't take all the evidence of him, even Simon can die easily. Argh why did I never think at all, that he was the leader of the Strongest Demon?" Deon rubbed his face rough, he really did not expect if he would face the number one leader in his country, and more unexpectedly, the number one leader was Dav, Dav, the man who wants to be approved by him.


Deon let out a long sigh, he began to tidy up his suit, then said. "I'll go first." Deon immediately moved from his seat, intending to go to his base and reorganize his plans.


"Deon.... Wait for... " Call Gerald as he moved from his seat, but Deon did not heed his call at all, Deon continued to leave his legs and left the Gerald's residence.


***


Dav's phone rang, Dav immediately grabbed his phone on the table, Lucas' name was again plastered on the screen of his phone made Dav frown, then he immediately shifted the green button, and then he immediately shifted the green button, then put the flat object into his ear.


"Boss, I got the info, Alex today came to the Gerald residence, and it looks like he already knows about you the truth. Even though he's the number two mafia leader, but he has a cunning brain, he we can't beat easily, boss. So you have to be careful."


"I know, so you don't have to worry, you know who I am?" Dav chuckles softly, he must remind Lucas of himself, himself who was never afraid of anyone but the demon Sadako. "I've killed a lot of enemies, from Mara gangs, gangs to drug smuggling, black markets, human trafficking, and arms sales. You must know it wasn't." Dav stood up, and then he walked to the window of the room.


" Even the infamous B-state mafia has been destroyed. So why are you worried about me just because he's sneaky? Remember, Lucas! I'm Dav, the number one mafia leader in the country, even though what I'm dealing with is the Yakuza, the leading J-state mobster whose name is worldwide, which has 102,000 members, I'll never be afraid." Strictly Dav while staring at the dark sky.


"Have it, you and the others should be careful, never to be cheated again. Understood." Dav immediately disconnected his connection, he clasped his phone tightly with eyes still fixed on the dark sky.


"How cunning are you, still can't beat me, Alex." Dav twisted his body, he sat back in his chair.


Dav smiled with a grin, a grin that was so scary that he often displayed when he was dealing with his enemies in the black world. Dav took a glass of the alcoholic drink, and then he took a sip of it slowly enjoying each drop.


"Welcome to my game, Deon. I hope you don't disappoint me." He said as he shook the glass filled with alcoholic beverages, Dav sipped again until there was nothing left, then he put the empty glass on the table.


Seriate.