THE PRISONER OF MAFIA
Meet Father-in-law

Mike drove his vehicle to the Cosa Nostra headquarters near the old port—Mila City, Italy.

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The sound of gunfire was still heard in the headquarters area. The Camborra still survives several hours of fighting against the Cosa Nostra. Their goal is to control the illegal firearms market that has been controlled by Carlos.

Mike got out of the car and took his gun, which was stored in his car seat.

“Alright! Time to get rid of those disgusting mice!” mike's wrath immediately entered the headquarters while holding two firearms in his hand.

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Arra looked at the middle-aged man standing before him. The man looks like he's the same age as his Dante—kakek. Although he looked old and his hair had turned white, the man still looked handsome and dashing.

“Happy to meet you, Father-in-Law! I'm Arracelia William.” Arra introduced himself politely, while slightly bowing his head marked with a salute to the middle-aged man.

“Who do you call Father-in-Law?!” gino's jolt to Arra in a flat, cold voice, sounded very terrible to anyone who heard it, but not to Arra.

“Oh, looks like you don't like me. Good then, I can leave anytime from this boring place!” reply Arra without the slightest fear.

“Why don't you just leave here! So I don't need to get rid of you!” hiss Gino while staring at the girl in front of him was very sharp.

The atmosphere felt very tense in the middle room of the luxurious mansion. Eugino and Arra stared at each other intently. Even the servants and bodyguards that were there no one dared to break up the two.

“If I can get out of here, then I have done it a long time ago! But, because your son is so annoying that he will never let me go! So, ask your own son to divorce me!!!!” reply Arra with a landslide. Then call the waiter.

“Take me to my room!!” arra said to the servant who approached him.

“Good, Mistress. Let ...” The waiter invited Arra to go up the stairs first.

Eugino let out a rough sigh while clenching his hands tightly. “I guess she's a weak girl! Really beyond my escapes!” snarl.

Getting rid of Arra was a very easy thing for him, but he should not be rash.

“Is this my husband's room?” arra asked the waiter who drove him to one of the rooms on the second floor. The room is very luxurious and carries a modern concept, but the room is dominated by the color of ash. A color that makes Arra nauseous, because all of Carlos's rooms in Mexico and New York are gray, no other color.

“Iya, Mistress. This is Young Master's room. Please rest, if you need something, press the intercom that is on the nightstand,” explained the maidservant.

“OK, thank you,” replied Arra smiling faintly.

The maid immediately resigned herself, while closing the door to the room.

Arra let out a rough sigh, then toured the room that was as vast as a football field.

“Ck! He was very considerate, but it was a pity that his attitude was so indifferent, cold, and flat,” muttered Arra smiled faintly as he was in the dressing room. He stared at the women's clothing with world-renowned brands, shoes, and branded bags. Ah, do not forget about women's accessories, ranging from watches and diamond jewelry, lined up neatly in a glass cabinet.

“Eh, wait! Since when did he prepare all of this?! Or maybe this belongs to her lover?!” Negative thoughts ran through his mind. And managed to piss him off half to death. Then he immediately came out of the dressing room, calling the waiter through the intercom.

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