THE PRISONER OF MAFIA
Back to chapter one!

Along the way to Carlos' luxury home in New York City, the couple continued to argue. Mike who was driving a car to put a headset on both ears, listening to music better than hearing Tom And Jerry who kept fighting.

Arra got out of the car when they reached the courtyard of her husband's mansion. The woman looked very angry at her husband.

“I don't want to get close to you anymore! I want to go home to Italy!” arra Sentak.

“Honey!” Carlos pulled his wife's hand until it fell into his arms.

“Let me go!! I hate you so much Carl!!” Arra stomped on one of her husband's legs, causing Carlos to scream in pain and reflexively release his embrace.

Huh!

Arra snorted angrily while wagging his long hair until it hit the handsome face of her husband.

“Sial!!” swearing Carlos while rubbing his face, then wagging his legs that still hurt.

While Arra had entered the house, without returning the greetings of the servants who greeted him.

Mike got out of the car and walked over to Carlos.

“Article one, women are always right and always want to be understood. Article two, if you are correct but still blamed by your wife, then return to chapter one.” Mike chuckled softly while patting Carlos on the shoulder.

“Hah! You're a little pretentious! You never married Mike!” carlos exclaimed while restoring his thick hair.

“Wait! To understand a woman doesn't have to be married, sir. You are only good at skinning enemies, but the women affairs are big zero!” mike replied as he walked into the house.

“Hei! You're making fun of me, Mike!!” Carlos ruffled his waist while staring at Mike's wide back. Then he stared one by one his men who were seen lowering their heads, while holding back laughter.

“Laugh with satisfaction! After this I make sure you will lose one by one your eyes, pretty ‘kan sold to the organ market!” carlos sounds terrible.

“Sorry, Sir, forgive us!” beg his men and kneel before Carlos. They're all very scared.

“For this time I forgive you!” Carlos immediately walked into the house.

Carlos ignored their words, he hurried into the house to meet his sulking wife.

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“Honey, open the door!” Carlos knocked on the door of his room, his wife was in there and locked it from the outside.

“Go away, you go! I'm so sick of seeing your face!” yelled Arra from the room.

“Shitt!” carlos calls Mike to open the door.

“Better let the Madam alone first. We have something to talk about!” Mike said as he showed Carlos his phone.

“Daddy? Daddy's back in Italy?” Carlos read the message on Mike's phone screen.

“Yes, Mister, the great sir is furious when he finds out if you are married to Mrs Arra,” Mike replied as he looked at Carlos's seemingly unsettled face.

“However. Daddy has to accept Arra as his son-in-law. Because Arra is my woman of choice!” Carlos stiffened his jaw.

“As I said before. If the great Lord will regard Arra as your weakness. He will get rid of Arra by all means.” Mike keeps his phone back behind Jas.

Carlos rubbed his face violently. It's a very complicated matter.

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Arra stuck his ear on the door. He pursed his lips in annoyance.

"Why is there no sound anymore?! Has he given up on persuading me?!" annoyed Arra while stomping both his legs.