MAFIA HOBBY FARMING

Chapters. 10. Soft Toothed Dracula

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For one day, Arabelle locked herself in her room without any intention of going out and doing the usual activities. Arabelle is also not ready to meet and talk to her parents. The waiter only came to deliver food to Arabelle but his appetite seemed to be lost, the food on the table was still intact untouched, he just drank milk and water only.

"Mr Miss doesn't want to be bothered with the excuse of calming down" said a waiter who treated Arabelle from the age of 10.

"Ara, Ara why are you stupid to think about that jerk!"

Almero was so angry that he thought Arabelle was drowning in grief as a result of the end of their relationship with Joseph's affair.

"Is the food that Auntie brought you always eaten by Ara?" almero asked curiously, he did not want his beloved daughter to torture him.

"Yes, sir, Miss is still eating" said the middle-aged woman with her head down, she was forced to lie because told by Arabelle.

"Alright, keep an eye on food for Ara," Almero said as he rose up from the dining table. "Did Auntie know where Gres was going?" askanya because since he had not seen the figure of Gres, even his wife was not excused.

"Auntie didn't know, but Bibi had seen the Madam with the car," she explained according to what she saw earlier because she happened to be a short-bodied woman in the yard, watering a flower plant.

Almero nodded as if understanding. "A brash wife, you don't respect me as a husband, go as you please without your permission" Almero murmured furiously. Then the man had the atrocity contact his men.

After a brief chat from the phone line he grabbed the car keys and rushed into the car.

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In the room, Arabelle curled up and sat on the floor with swollen eyes and a haphazard face.

He felt that his life did not have a bright future. What has been held in high esteem all this time has easily collapsed. He gave willingly to a stranger whom he did not know at all and did not even know how the man who took his crown looked like.

"Which man is truly sincere about accepting this unholy woman like myself" she cried with tears. "I have always resisted when Joseph wanted to but what is this? I easily give up what I shouldn't" he added wilfully.

Shadow after shadow the touch of the man who dared him always haunt him so that makes Arabelle can not close his eyes.

"What if I'm pregnant? what if it really happened? Oh my God I'm not ready for this moment" complained Arabelle as she rubbed her flat stomach. He was silent for a moment as if remembering something, as soon as his smile expanded. "I have nothing to fear because I am not in fertile days" Arabelle muttered with relief.

Slowly he got up, stepping into the bathroom. In the bathroom he stood in front of the mirror, watching his whole body. The seal of the man's ferocity was still imprinted on every one of his smooth skin.

"I hate this" said Arabelle, wiping her entire neck and chest most of the stamps. "It looks like the man is not human, he's like a dracula that has soft teeth" added Arabelle.

The shadow of the touch of the man's tongue was reflected in his memory which made his heart flutter.

Aaaq....

He screamed hysterically while covering his ears because he was too stupid to imagine things he should not remember.

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At a bar Ben was sipping alcohol which became his night friend. Not spared by being surrounded by several women with each sexy appearance that tempts the faith.

Ben nodded as he flicked his finger with a sign to chase away each of the seductresses.

After the seductresses left, Bram immediately landed his butt on the sofa in front of Ben.

"What information did you bring Bram?" ben asked while leaning his head on the back of the sofa.

"Information boss in town x some of the men suffered gunshot wounds from being attacked by men from the BIRD gang," Bram said as information he got from his subordinates.

Hearing the information Bram conveyed made Ben tense his body with a sharp gaze. "How dare they play games with me!" Said Ben with a hardened jaw and clenched hands.

"What should we do boss?"

"Tomorrow I'll come down alone to finish them off. You guys dare to mess with a Ben Brylee?" ben said with a scary face, his aura of cruelty was very visible at this moment.

"Good boss, but they are not few. The information they get from different countries and have powers that are not easily defeated" said Bram.

Ben stared intently at Bram, making Bram bite his cheek. "Sorry boss," said Bram because he had accidentally offended Ben.

"You forgot who I am Bram? you forgot who Ben Brylee was?" scowl Ben with a murderous look.

Bram gulps, of course he knows very well how a Ben, the boss of the mafia in power in Russia and other countries. Bram still remembers how Ben brutally killed his enemies. But there's one good side to Ben: caring about the poor and the orphans. Every month Ben will donate proceeds from a company that is purely clean because he does not want orphans to eat results that are not halal. While for the poor he donated non-halal results.

From the side of concern it makes Bram sure if the ruthless mafia boss is to have a good personality.

"Have you donated this month to the CINTA KASIH orphanage?" ben asked as if he remembered the schedule.

"Not the boss, tomorrow I will take care of it," Bram replied because not only one parlor will be donated.

Hmm

Ben unbuttoned his shirt's top two buttons. The heat makes him release the buttons without realizing something. Bram frowned finding a blackish-red stamp on Ben's neck that he had just seen this time.

"Have the boss changed the way he plays in ran jang?" Bram was ponderous and wondering.

"What's Bram? what do you see in my face?" said Ben so make the daydreams Bram broke.

"Sorry boss if I'm presumptuous, it looks like the boss changed the way he plays?" bram said it like a puzzle.

"What do you mean?" ben said with a frowning forehead, not understanding Bram's intentions.

"The boss' neck is like a kiss, not even one but many," Bram said, not wanting to know what caused it.

Ben rolled his eyeballs after hearing Bram's speech, as soon as his memory fell to yesterday's events, where he sputtered women with still-holy dimples, which are still sacred, a beautiful woman who managed to fire a mighty steel gun at her true target.

Seriate....