Brutal Mafia Master Little Girl

01. Stay Together

How does it feel to see blood? How does it feel to be surrounded by firearms? Will you be afraid or vice versa? Perhaps most people would hate the combination of blood and firearms, hearing it alone could be creepy. What if there were only two chances of being injured or dead?!

People who are still sane will likely stay away from these two things, but another case with a man named Xavion Kenzie Alexander who is currently holding his favorite glock. For him, blood and firearms were his life. He was used to those two things.

When everyone stayed away from the two terrible things, Xavion approached him instead. A firearm is his friend, while blood is something that attracts his attention. His life is connected to those two things.

Xavion, with his sharp eyes, was now sitting in his great chair with a mask covering part of his face. The room that is dominated by black looks so scary.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

"Come in" Xavion said as the door was knocked. A burly man dressed as an entrance guard. He looked down respectfully at his superior who was staring at him sharply.

"The transaction is smooth, sir." Xavion silently waited for his bodyguards to continue. "This Wednesday there's an auction at Mr. Albert's place."

"You can go." The guard bowed respectfully and left the room. Xavion refocused on his beloved weapon. He had not used it for a long time and he longed for it when the weapon found its prey.

Drett... Drett... Drett...

Mobile Xavion vibrating. Indicates that there is an incoming call from someone who makes his smile appear, even though it is a very thin smile. He put his glock on his desk and raised the call.

"Sister," a voice full of doubt rang out across there. Xavion silently waited for the man to continue his words. "Could here? I'm scared."

"Ten minutes."

Xavion turned off his phone without asking anything. He kept his beloved glock inside his weapon holder. His feet walked out, a terrifying aura emanating strongly from Xavion's body. Every one of his men who cross paths with him will bow respectfully to him.

His legs approached the black Lamborghini Aventador. Grex opened the car door for his master. Xavion drove his car to the place where someone was waiting for him.

"Why?"

A cold voice rang out from Xavion's mouth as a girl opened the door for him. Xavion looked coldly at the girl who was his future wife, she just looked down without daring to look at the creepy man in front of her.

"Go in first, brother." The girl let Xavion inside. "So someone sent it." El pointed to a medium-sized cardboard box on the table.

Xavion frowned, his long legs stepping closer to the cardboard. His hand opened the cardboard and widened in shock at the contents. A dead mouse with a splattered stomach and a piece of paper that read 'DEAD' made Xavion clench his hands tightly.

'Who would dare to disturb his?'

"When was this sent?" Ask Xavion. El wavers as his eyes accidentally meet Xavion's. During THIS time El never looked at Xavion while talking, because he was afraid. In addition, she is also still awkward on Xavion her future husband.

"A-about twenty minutes ago," said El nervously as he accidentally looked at Xavion again. It is not new for Xavion to see his future wife who was nervous when he met her, because when he met and met his future wife was so.

El completely meets the creteria of his future wife. Even El is seven years younger than him, he rarely looks into his eyes when they were officially engaged two months ago. If they even looked at him unintentionally like now, El would be nervous and agitated when he accidentally looked at him.

"Combat your things. I want you to stay in my mansion from now on!"

"W-what, Brother?"

"You heard it. We're getting married in a week so it doesn't matter" Xavion explained. Only El could he speak all this time, only to Maurelle Anderson, his beloved wife-to-be.

"Five minutes." Without saying much El packed clothes and some important items according to him. Exactly five minutes, he had already returned before Xavion with a medium-sized suitcase in his arms.

Xavion takes over El's suitcase, while the other hand hugs El's waist possessively and walks out of El's rented house. El felt tight because her future husband's hand was lodged in her waist. Their distance too close made El have trouble breathing due to nervousness.

"Breathe, My Little girl," whispered Xavion right in El's ear. El was so excited that he almost fell down if Xavion's hand did not hug his waist. Xavion chuckled softly at the cute behavior of his little girl.

"Sister," call El. They just got in Xavion's car.

"Hmm?"

"Who sent the package? I-I don't ever feel like I have an enemy." El asked with a trembling voice. To the size of a girl like El, it would be very natural for her to be frightened excessively. And Xavion understood that more precisely like that. His future wife must be afraid and rely on him alone.

"There's no need to think about that unimportant thing, just focus on our marriage." Xavion approaches El's chair.

"Let that be my business!" Xavion scales are selective. Xavion loved to tease his future wife. His shocked and agitated expression made Xavion want to devour his future wife.

"Sir Xavion."

For the first time, El called Xavion. The shocked face was not displayed by Xavion but El. Maybe El is not aware of what he is doing.

Her beautiful face was turned towards the car window. His body moved uneasily, as the word just slid from his mouth as Xavion whispered to him.

"I love it when you call my name, adorable!" Whisper Xavion again.

"Oh."

Once again his stupid demeanor appeared as Xavion whispered in his ear. El, who was staring out of the car, reflexively turned his head when he heard the voice of his future husband whispering until he stumbled on Xavion's head that had not yet taken his face away from him.

"So don't get too close" little El's great-grandson. El felt overwhelmed by their physical contact. El has not been used to knowing Xavion Kenzie Alexander for three months.

The domineering aura that Xavion possessed was too powerful. El felt like a helpless 'little mouse' in front of the 'lion of the king of the jungle'. During Xavion's acquaintance, El stares unfamiliar with Xavion's presence nearby.

"Hmm?" Xavion approaches El with the intention of vilifying him. Although the otanya thought of ignorant things but her face remained flat. "Try to talk to me, Love."

"Sister..." Whine El slowly. El pushes a little bit of Xavion's chest so they don't get too close. His heart was not fine as Xavion slowly approached until it eroded the distance between them.

While Xavion was smiling little saw El who closed his eyes tightly because of it. Teasing El becomes a new hobby for Xavion. He really likes that.

Drett... Drett... Drett...

The ringing sound of Xavion's cell phone stopped his activity that was insulting El. His hand held the phone and turned on the loudspeaker when he knew his mommy was calling.

"Yes, Mom?"

"XAVION'S? WHERE DID YOU TAKE MOMMY'S NOMINEE?!"

"Don't yell, Mom! Vivid!" Xavion exclaims to El.

"Mom, Brother Xavion brought El to his mansion. El got a pack of rats full of blood, Mom. Now El was taken away with Brother Xavion."

"Yes God! But you're okay, aren't you, honey? No injuries? Mommy's out of town baby, can't keep you. You go with Xavion first, honey, if mommy's kid just hit me!" The voice behind the phone rang Marsh and was worried. "Xavion, you're not married! Don't fuck around first! Just watch out for you!"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You..." The mother's words were cut short, as Xavion turned off his phone call. Her ears are hot hearing the babbling of the mommy.

"Eat already?" Ask Xavion while attaching the seatbelt to El.

"No, yet" El replied while pettyly shaking making Xavion cluck softly in annoyance. It's been two hours of lunch and the little girl hasn't eaten.

Xavion drove his car and cut open the streets to his favorite Indonesian restaurant. Every now and then Xavion glanced at El who was staring out the side car glass. Maurelle Anderson is the most attractive 20-year-old girl of Xavion's lifetime that she knows.

Meanwhile, El stared at the streets filled with neatly lined skyscrapers on the left side of the road.

El turned his head towards Xavion who was beside him as the car stopped in the parking lot of an Indonesian restaurant. She rushed out of the car as her future husband opened the door for her.

El's little finger was held tightly by Xavion. Along the way El just looked down at the clutches of his hands. He just follows wherever Xavion takes him.

"Still love squid fried rice?"

"Like," replied El quietly. His hands were busy flipping through the menu, trying to look busy even though he did not focus on looking at the menu.

"Fried rice squid, Nasi rendang sambal ijo, two iced oranges, and two servings of banana mud cake."

"good. I repeat again his order, Sir. Squid fried rice, Nasi rendang sambal ijo, two iced oranges, and two servings of banana mud cake. Wait a minute, I'm sorry." Said a servant who served them.

After El returns the menu to the waiter. He was at a loss as to what to do to distract the man with the blue and sharp bead. Moreover, he also felt Xavion in front of him looking at him intensely.

'Huh... Just now, he was as sweet and sekelisah this. What if we stay together later?'

Maurelle Anderson is an orphan. All this time he lived in a simple rented house owned by the cafe boss where he worked first. Mrs Lyn is a middle-aged woman who is so good that she wants to give up residence since El was ten years old.

Since both of his parents died in an accident. She lives alone and works at a cafe owned by Mrs Lyn. Until three months ago when Xavion's mommy, Carol came to the cafe asking him to be her son-in-law.

At first, El refused because he did not know the middle-aged woman. But the middle-aged woman continued to persuade him until he accepted her. El's gentle and kind nature makes her mom Xavion interested in asking her to marry the son.

"Why are you willing to be my wife?"

Xavion's question draws El from his reverie. When El turned to Xavion without stinging with a gray bead belonging to Xavion who was staring at him. A red hue crept quickly on his cheek from embarrassment mixed with nervousness.

"Because Mommy asked for it."

"More specifics."

El sighed softly. "Because Mommy said Brother Xavion needs El. Mommy cried as she begged me to marry my sister. I can't bear to agree to that, I don't have anyone else anyway. Maybe by marrying my sister I can feel like I have a family again."

"Pity?" Xavion tilted his head while hearing El's explanation. During THIS time he did not even ask for the reason El was willing to marry him. At first he thought it was not important but now he was curious.

"Mommy said you'd take care of me, you need me weak to keep you sane. I don't understand the point but I still answer 'yes' when the boss I work for says accept."

Xavion nodded in satisfaction at El's reply. He did need the figure of a weak obedient wife and depended on it. Somehow but the more El depends on him then he feels more and more he wants it.

However, that does not mean Xavion will throw it away when once in a while El rebelled or whined to deny it. In short, Xavion wants El to be his wife regardless of the reason.