THE PRISONER OF MAFIA
Carlos vs Black

“You may not enter, Mr Carlos!” Black restrains Carlos in front of the mansion's gate. It just so happened that he was still at the guard post. Tom is just a spectator, because he can't stand his sleepiness. For two days he had not slept.

“Why can't you?! I want to meet my wife!” carlos snapped full of anger, staring intently at the plontos-headed man holding his shoulder.

“Do you not know how to meet people's houses?!” reply Black fiercely.

“Not your business! You're just a watchman here, so you have no right to forbid me from meeting my wife. I'm also part of this family!” jakak Carlos is full of emphasis.

“Black, better let Mr. Carlos in,” said friend Black broke up the debate so as not to cause a bigger commotion that night.

“You didn't hear what your colleague said, Mr Black?!” furious Carlos while brushed off the rough hand of Black who was still pressing on his shoulder, then he rubbed his shoulder several times as if disgusted with the former hand of Black.

Black tilted his body, letting Carlos in. Inwardly, he continued to curse Carlos.

“Tom! You can go!” tell Carlos to his bodyguard.

“Ah, yes, thank you, Sir,” replied Tom quietly, as he looked at Carlos' back which was getting further away from his sight.

“Mr Black, can I stay here too? I'll sleep in the car,” Tom told Black.

“Serah!” reply Black then immediately moved from there, following Carlos who had entered the mansion.

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“You're like a thief!” black chirps right behind Carlos to make the handsome devil surprised. “Anj*ng this guard will direct you to where you are headed! So keep that attitude of yours that looks like a thief!” Black walked first up the stairs, followed by Carlos.

“You just cursed me, Black!” carlos's hiss was right behind the dark-skinned, plontos-headed man. Carlos picked up his firearm tucked between his belt buckle at the waist.

“Let down your weapon, Mr Carlos! You should know your place and boundaries!” black said as he halted his steps as he reached the door of the white-painted room. Black turned his body, then looked at Carlos sharply. “You are not allowed to carry firearms in this house!” Black took a handkerchief from his pants pocket, then spread the handkerchief and asked Carlos to hand over the firearm.

Carlos snorted in annoyance, forced to hand over his firearm to Black.

Black smiled cynically, then wrapped Carlos's firearm with his handkerchief, then stuffed it into his suit. “I want you to be sterile while inside this mansion! So raise both hands!”

For Arra Darling—Carlos obey Black's orders. The handsome devil raised both hands lazily, then Black examined his body, to make sure that there were no sharp weapons or other firearms.

“You escaped! Please go into Miss Arra's room,” Black said as he pointed to the door of the room nearby with the end of his chin. Although he somewhat objected when Carlos would enter the room, but he also had no right to forbid because Carlos was Arracelia's legal husband.

Carlos stared intently at Black who was still in front of him, then he entered Arra's room which happened to be not in the key.