THE PRISONER OF MAFIA
Pleased feels!!

Arra was done cleaning up, she looked very beautiful and graceful using light blue dress and thin make-up that adorned her face.

''Do you like the dress?'' carlos asked flatly while looking at Arra in admiration.

''Lumayan!'' answer Arra, ketus. I don't know since when the handsome devil prepared all his needs to be very detailed. Starting from clothes, bras and Cilini dilim that are very fitting on his body.

Arra pecked himself in front of the vanity mirror inside the luxurious room. Inwardly, he admires all of Carlos's super-luxury repertoire. Moreover, the clothes he wears are designed by world designers and cost thousands of dollars.

"You'll look all day long you'll still look ugly!" Carlos hurled a mockery at his wife and managed to upset Arra.

"Oh, is it really Mr Eugino? I'm ugly? Then why did you marry an ugly woman like me?!" reply Arra fierce.

''Haven't I explained it before! If I marry you for a reason I can't explain to you!" Carlos answered flatly and coldly not forgetting his sharp gaze towards his wife.

''Whatever!!" reply Arra, while rolling his eyes lazily.

Not long after the door of the room was knocked from the outside. Then Carlos opened the door and let Mike into his room.

''Sir, Private Jet is ready!'' Mike gave a report to Carlos.

"So we're going back to Italy?!" Arra asked excitedly.

''Maybe to New York!'' Mike answered Arra's question.

''Why go to New York?! Didn't this handsome devil say that we're going back to Italy!" Arra said with a grunt while staring at Carlos who was also staring at him flatly.

''Handsome devil?" Mike raised one of his eyebrows while holding back a laugh when he heard the nickname that was just thrown by his Boss' wife.

''Mike! If you still want to live long then shut up and get out of here!" jolted Carlos with emotion, not accepting being laughed at by his assistant.

''Ok!" Mike immediately exited the room towards the lower floor, while continuing to hold back laughter. Because just this time there was a girl who dared to give such a nickname to the Mafia Boss.

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Carlos breathed a rough sigh. He could not be angry if faced with his wife. He was like a buffalo on his nose, so submissive to Arra.

Is this marked if he is already a slave to love.

"Can you walk?" ask Carlos to Arra.

"You want to carry me? I would gladly!" arra answered while stretching out both hands.

Why is Carlos so upset with his beautiful wife?

"Don't be a kid!" Carlos walked closer and immediately carried his wife ala bridal Style.

"Indeed I was a child, I was only 18 years old" replied Arra, holding her arms around her husband's neck.

"But your weight is heavy. From tomorrow you have to diet!!" carlos said as he exited the room.

"What did you say?! I'm heavy!!!" Arra immediately bit Carlos ear strongly.

"Darling!!" carlos shouted in pain, plus he had to maintain balance when going down the stairs so as not to fall.

"That's great!!!" Arra releases Carlos' ear which looks flushed like a strawberry.

"I'll repay you when we get to New York!!" hiss Carlos then kissed Arra's lips at a glance.

Arra glared horror at her husband who was still holding her down the stairs to the courtyard of the house.

"Once again he seized the opportunity in narrowness!!" inner Arra was upset.