Love Revenge of the Mafia
Part 49's
Ina is neat
and cleaning up this morning, he's also getting ready to go back to the club and hans himself
who will take him there. A morning kiss she received was so friendly, so,
when Hans put his hands around his waist, he even gave him a wad of money.
“This is for Ina?”
“Yes dong, who else. As a token of gratitude
because you've been so satisfying to me tonight. You're ready whenever I want, and
even when I pound you non-stop.”
“Ah saying, This is working. It's natural that it's like that.
Honey is also very good, make this until_... Aaah, can't be expressed by
words taste.” Ina immediately turned around and returned to attack hans' lips
as a thank you. But he didn't want to repeat it again, it feels like
so Tired to face this Tough stud all night. It feels like he is waning
care and use all the money he can. Bodo very, that's money from
where's. All of his missions were carried out by the mini mala.
Ina got Hans out for breakfast together at the table
the meal. They were all waiting there for breakfast together, and even still
there are those who do friendly scenes as if they are still not satisfied playing all night.
Fortunately, I am used to everything.
Breakfast was so good on the table. I don't know because
hans story last night, hinga Ina is not at all tasteful with the menu
there is meat. Honestly for what, Ina just imagined with all
the horrible and disgusting shadow that continues to haunt him today.
“Mr...” call one of their men from space
backside.
“What's up?” hans asked her, while the colleague
others are busy eating breakfast while mixing love with their respective women.
The man approached, whispering to Hans if
the girl in the cage is sick at the moment. Seems pretty bad, though,
until he needs medicine to immediately relieve his pain at this time.
“What the fuck is this? Pain continues, spoiled once.” Angry hans
him
“Honey, who's sick?” ask Ina. Hans is not
having a secret to him again, then dragging him into the confinement room.
Just then Ina was aghast at seeing all of them, she even remembered her sister, who was,
I wish I could find them among those there.
But nothing, Adik Ina as if already executed by
his mission and not just move. He did not want to, instead he became
victim in this.
A girl was lying there. He was silent, his face
pale with a very empty look from his eyes. She saw him very
pity, he's still as young as his sister from an age.
“Has it been fed?” ask Hans.
“Already, but he won't eat it.” Answer hans
to him. He is indifferent, willing to eat or not up to it, even if he dies he is still useful
hans and his group at the time.
“Ngga. It's cheap, saying. You will not be able to
give me a lot of money for treatment,” persuade and seduce him. Yang
in fact, he gave her good food to the girl there.
“You're too good, saying.” Kisses hans on him.
At that time, Hans left her there for a moment
picking up the phone from his wife. This is used to find info
about her sister, who knows if the girl had known her.
“Diva?” the person next to the room is my son
disallow it. He even gave a statement if the Diva only stayed Five days
there, after that it was brought by the owner. I don't know what the owner means, though,
or all the organs of the diva at that time have been bocked by its ordering for a long time.
As soon as this heart-wrenching hear it. He can only sigh
breath and pretend to be happy in front of the hans who are soon back. However, He
he could still photograph them with a small camera he was carrying.
“Honey, already?” call Hans.
“Yes, saying. This is closing the door,”
“Strong lock, so they can't escape from there,”
pinta hans to her. However, not locking firmly, but ina
loosen the girl's keys to get out of there.
“Distant haur, when necessary go to Tiger. Know it?
I'm Ina,”
“Club?” ask the girl, then this nods
to him. Ina then leaves, approaches Hans and soon persuades him to take her
go back to their club.
“I'm tired, later want treatment.”
“Iya saying, care. The money will be less, then,
you can contact me.” Hans said to her with great seduction.
