Mafia Boy's Secret

Mafia Boy's Secret
Crocodile Mafia



Hearing the reply from the waiter, I was a little annoyed. Not because Marcel spoke to all the women, but because Marcel went to another woman's room.


The man who came to the room of another woman, there must be a certain intent. Moreover, Marcel who has a hobby of playing with women, it added makes me upset.


I stood up and gave the glass of juice to the waitress beside me.


"I want to go back to my room" I said.


"Well, Miss." they answered.


I went first and was followed by them. During the journey, I was unceasingly grumbling inside me. I also pressed many times, and I don't know what the servants think of me now.


When I got to my room, I sat down on the sofa and leaned on my body while sighing deeply.


"Are you sick, Miss?" ask one of them.


"No, I'm fine." I replied.


*It feels like going home.*my inner self.


"When!?" I said and suddenly swallowed my body and looked at the servants.


*There is a good idea here.*my inner self while smiling at them.


"Hm...can you help me?" ask me with a face.


"Of course, Miss."


"Please tell Jordan that I want to go back home."


"This fast? are you really okay? should we call Dr Hendra for you?"


"No need, just tell Jordan. After that, let Jordan take care of it. And you can go back to your respective jobs, I want to be alone in the room."


"All right, Miss."


After coming out, I quickly stood up and stepped towards the bed, to begin my small plan.


15 Minutes I lay on the bed, finally there was the sound of someone opening the door of my room and the sound of footsteps leading towards me.


*Finally come too.*my inner self while smiling little.


I felt a hand touch the top of my head, and slowly He stroked it gently.


"Why do you like this anyway? suddenly want to go home, you again avoid me or how!?" marcel said in a slightly irritated tone


"Because of Jordan's information, I didn't get to say goodbye to Bella, and immediately ran here. Haah..."


*that was my plan, bego!! you already have a girl, instead go to another girl's room, you mafia crocodile!!* my inner.


*Bodo anjir!! how am I spewing!?*


*Mending you go there, go back to your prettiest girl!!*


Marcel's hand no longer felt over my head. I thought he was gone, but he got on the bed and lay down right in front of me.


*Well, pretend I just woke up.* my mind, and start moving my hands and feet, then open my eyes slowly.


Just opened my eyes, I immediately saw the very face of Marcel with my face, and both eyes were looking at me with a look of regret.


*Jeez! be surprised!!* my mind is trying to look ordinary.


"Wake up? sleep well? good dream?" tanyakanya.


"When did you come? why don't you wake me up first?" ask me back.


"Kasian right if in wakein, ntar if built even ask to go home. I'm like a cranky kid!" he nodded, and touched my nose strongly.


"Oh!! what thanks!? sick tau!!" I was angry while holding my nose.


"Lu why the hell? tired here? bored of? or what? why ask him to come home mulu, anyway!? wonder!"


"Yes sorry.from I don't care, let me go home! besides, the guy in front of me is busy with other girls."


Marcel once again touched my nose and forehead firmly, and said. "Or where am I busy with other girls!? don't make accusations, you!"


"Allah! it's not going to make me!"


"Do you like it, Jes~? I'm not busy with other girls, you say the same I accuse me carelessly"


"Keep bella who?!" tell me, and make Marcel suddenly silent while staring at me.


"You know where that name came from? the servants? answer quickly!!"


"If I don't answer why!!? afraid that what I'm saying is true!?"


"Goodoo, Jes! why am I afraid!? I'm the same Bella, but not for personal reasons, but for political reasons! so understand!! I'm not going to macem with a minor, he's 17!" ocehniah.


"Allah!! the same old you macem-macem, even play in bed. Age 17, right?" insinuate me.


"Lu misunderstood, Jes! I'm the same Bella doesn't have anything to do, she's just the daughter of an American Mafia leader. How can I ignore the daughter of an American Mafia leader, what would I call it if I ignored her own daughter!?"


"Whatever!!" I growled, and immediately got up from my position.


But suddenly Marcel held my chest, and forced me to lie down beside him.


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