Baby Sugar (Paranoia)

Histories

"The biggest robbery in history took place in 1976 in East England. The value of the robbery was around USD 50 million" Renata read the outline of the "Until now no one has been caught?" He threw a field at Anthony who was busy putting in some of his money.

"You said you just wanted to check your social media?" Anthony took the phone in Renata's hand.

"Cash, shares, Diamonds And Gold?"

"I was only two years old at the time Re... I don't remember And don't see even though I might hear"

"So....??" Renata was confused by the situation.

"I just have the same blood" Anthony scratched his sandwich with a slight annoyance. "I didn't know that until I was adopted"

Renata just gawked... Has she been the wife of a mobster?

"Mary knows...?"

Anthony stared straight at the question about his ex-wife "No...!!! until Tania's last custody hearing"

Renata now began to bite his sandwich. Unfortunately it didn't feel the same as he expected.

"Ah... You don't like Gherkins" said Anthony, who grabbed the Renata sandwich and pulled out the Gherkins slice. "Eat... We walk a lot" he said as he handed back the sandwich to Renata's hand.

"We don't have a car?" Renata was still stunned.

"Taxi rides will be safer, because our routes are unpredictable"

Renata has no choice. He just kept chewing on his sandwich which started to taste better than before. But not with the feeling of his heart that slowly began to worry more.

***

Anthony...

A spacious room overlooks the vineyard area. The smell of ranum is getting stinging as the window of the room starts to open.

"This used to be your parents' room" The beautiful woman walked around the room slowly. Sometimes he observed some things that seemed to be still in order.

"Look...!!" His hand extended towards little Anthony who hesitantly greeted him. "This is a picture of your father"

A pair of Anthony's eyes widened looking at the picture of a beautiful man in a neat tuxedo suit staring straight full of charisma. The photo appears to have been taken at the age of the man, probably around thirty years old.

Anthony tilted his head with his fingers touching his own face. Slowly he began to turn to the mirror in the middle of the room.

'Truly no different' his inner self who found his own reflection in the mirror.

"You must be curious about your mother?" The woman started smiling sweetly and took a seat on the sofa. "We don't have his picture" he replied lightly.

"She also doesn't deserve to have a photo in this house" the woman's face momentarily glared at the direction outside the window that looked brighter.

"Oh yes... You can call me mother.. Mother Angela" Beautiful smile back on her face In the clear Iranian button at the corner of the left eye.

"certain.. Only, he was quite famous In his time.. Beautiful opera actress full of talent. I watched the show a couple of times"

The woman immediately stood back up, there was a feeling she apparently could bear not to spill. "Rest first.. We meet again at dinner"

Anthony can only nailed to accept reality. The fact that he is rich may be very rich. But.... Anthony felt some things were not right. Even though he doesn't know what it is.

*****

Anthony mature...

"At that time, didn't the Italian mafia rule the black world of America?" Renata began to discuss something new He realized it was amazing."Even the robberies that occurred in the 90s, which became bloody robberies because all suspected perpetrators began to be found dead one by one"

"Ha... Ha..." without reducing the speed of his steps, Anthony began to laugh to find the woman beside him quite quickly stringing up the story. "your reading ability is quite fast, only less than thirty minutes, just, you've got a lot of information"

Anthony veered on the next narrow Street.

"Do you know what kind of life I'm holding now?" His body came to a halt and looked at Renata unfriendly for the most number of times.

"Why did you come back?"

"Huh.. After everything I did to start a new life... That damn woman showed me to my hunter... Only in Italy will I be safer. I don't want to die yet"

Renata did not understand the words of Anthony who had gone on to continue his wide steps without caring about Renata's legs that had begun to ache.

"But you put pressure on your ex-wife first"

Anthony nodded quickly. "I've always worked that way" Anthony Now chooses to turn right until it's back on a Great Way.

"You need your own cell phone and insulin" Anthony took out a euro bond and started giving some of the sheets to Renata. "Go back, I'm waiting for him here"

"No way!!!" Renata answered without thinking, his brain began to wonder what he had just discovered.

A direct descendant of the legendary mafia that once existed. And even more interestingly this man was still her husband. And it has to stay that way. Maybe she's a rich princess washed up. But if Anthony is really part of the mafia. Then...

"That means I'm the wife of the crown prince of your Mafia clan...??" Renata started to smile.. A pair of ranummya lips pulled up perfectly. "besides being rich you are also part of history"

"What are you talking about, right...?" Anthony tries to avoid Renata's almost correct guesses.

" Fifty million dollars for East England, 41 million dollars for London Heathrow, 71 million dollars for Brazil, there's ireland and also the biggest burglary safe at USA airports and..."

Anthony immediately beared a pair of lips that were eagerly calculating the value of power and money scattered in the history of Sarah Anthony.

" You know too much... "Anthony Now clasped Renata's hand, there was no choice but to accompany the girl to buy her necessities. From On he would nag and tell of their relationship or meeting.

" Don't forget.. All that nominal.. Containing spilled blood" Anthony's thesis as he hugged the girl's body as he started crossing the Highway.