Mafia Hunters

Comfortable

My gaze immediately shifted again, I looked towards the laptop screen.

But I was getting jolted, because Zidane hugged me from behind. One of his burly hands was tightly coiled around my stomach. Then her beautiful face leaned selflessly on my left shoulder.

"Sir...!!!" I wanted to take off her embrace in a way, forcing her coiled hand on my stomach to come off using both of my small hands.

My physical strength was as if it was nothing to Zidane, my body used to react bar-bar when it touched people. Now it's accepting and my heart says to my mind 'Let it go, it's comfortable'.

"Just a second!" zidane said softly.

I was surprised by my own reaction.

Whether my body can really accept Zidane's touch, whether I've been cured.

Usually if I was touched by someone romantically, my trauma about that night would instantly appear.

My body would overreact, so I often beat people up unconsciously.

"You can explain what you found! I'm listening to you!" zidane said still in a very soft tone, as if he were talking to his girlfriend.

I set my breath very carefully I did not want this person who was holding me to feel uncomfortable. My reaction was very strange, I became confused because my body's reaction to Zidane was not as usual. It's not because of Zidane's treatment of me that has become more friendly.

"It seems like my suspicions are correct!" I started off with a serious tone.

"There are several names of illegal arms dealers that are not on the black market list in Indonesia.

"They received a large supply of illegal arms from Arkana.

"Their transactions are very suspicious, because they pay Arkana a very low price" I explained.

"Are you getting accurate transaction data?" ask Zidane.

"Yes, this is Sir!" I pointed at the laptop screen in front of me.

The man immediately removed his warm embrace from my body, and shifted focus to the laptop screen I was showing.

For some reason, I felt empty when Zidane took off his embrace on me.

"It's accurate, but it's not clear!" zidane said after reading the Arkana Group's illegal transaction data in the illegal arms supply section.

"The Monitoring team can only help me get here." I said but Zidane cut my argument.

"I'm sure you know some great heakers, other than those on the Monitoring Team?!"

I doubt what to answer.

"Find them, force them to help you!" Zidane.

"Hehhhh?" I was surprised by Zidane's last words.

What drama does this Mafia want to play. A few seconds ago, Zidane hugged me very affectionately. And now he commands me like his pet dog.

"I'll be right behind you!" Zidane.

"Sorry!" I said. "Do you think of me as a pet dog?" I asked with ketus.

Zidane rolled his eyes at me, his forehead frowning deeply. This guy doesn't know what I mean.

"Next time, don't touch me like that!" my clear.

Zidane still with the same facial expression.

"You mind because I leaned against you for a minute?" Zidane asked me again.

"Yes!" firmly answer.

"Just a second!" Zidane shook his head slowly, he smiled funnyly at me.

"Well, if I ever need someone to lean on. I'll just lean on Boby's shoulder!" Zidane said.

"You can lean back, even do other intimate things with any man! Not in public!" I said with annoyance.

"I like women!" Zidane.

I was silent and misbehaved.

"I'll find another heaker to gather this illegal transaction information as soon as possible!" my spoken.

I immediately got up and ran away from Zidane's room, before there were indecent scenes.

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POV PERSON 3

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One of his hands touched his chest that felt almost burst.

"It turns out I'm still a human being!" zidane said with a sigh.

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"Geez!!!" Boby screamed loudly, the burly man almost slumped backwards.

Again we passed each other in a narrow alley, between the kitchen and the bathroom.

"Your weak, Mafia times are easy to shock!" taunting me with Jaksel's accent that I haven't used for a long time.

How would I use it, after graduating from college and getting a lawyer license I worked for the Arkana Family which is very rigid to the slang culture of today's children.

"Where have you been?" Boby who still had a surprised face asked me.

"You nanyaaa?" I don't know why I want to joke around with Boby.

"You're wonderingaaa?!" boby knew this joke. "Not funny, you know!" objurgation.

"From Mr. Zidane's room!" finally answered.

"You accepted the assignment?"

"Then should I refuse?"

"What answering questions with other questions is your expertise?!" boby was upset.

"No, there's a lot of other skills I have!" my answer.

"Example?" said Boby.

"Nothing!" I'm lazy to explain to Boby, because I don't want to be complicated.

"You'd better refuse that duty from Mr. Zidane!" said Boby.

I glanced sharply at Boby, for I smelled the envy of his words just now.

"You must be afraid, if I succeed with that task!" I said directly. "Just calm down, I'm not someone who's going to get rid of my coworkers!".

I tried to explain to Boby, if he didn't have to worry about me. I'm not going to shift his position as Zidane's favourite. Because after Zidane granted my request to kill that man, I will go abroad and live a normal life.

"Because of that, you'd better refuse!" looks like Boby doesn't know what I mean.

"I won't turn it down, this is my first assignment from Mr. Zidane!" I said.

I was so upset with Boby, he didn't know how important this was to me.

"If you need help, don't hesitate to call me!" said Boby. "And don't wander around with that cepol hair, you give me goosebumps!" continued Boby.

I paused for a moment, to digest Boby's words just now.

"You look creepy with that cepol!" Boby just seems to be joking with me tonight.

"I'm creepy?" I asked Boby.

"Kayak!" Boby.

"Your eyes are blind?!" as a real woman I must be angry, who is not angry if it is called like meyang.

"I wish I was blind, if I knew you'd wander around me!" said Boby, which hurt me even more.

"Here I plug your eyes... Here!!!" I pointed my index and middle fingers towards Boby's face.

Boby's reflexes dodged my attack, I also didn't want to give up. I felt like I had to hurt Boby with my own hands.

"Don't avoid me!!!" my snapping.

Boby laughs, still moving so I can't hurt his eyes with my fingers.

"Don't Jane! I still want to eat fried chicken!" said Boby.

Instantly I stared, after hearing Boby's words.

"You cooked fried chicken??" I asked Boby.

"Sorry this time I can't share it with you!" said Boby who immediately walked casually towards the kitchen.

"Bob, I want one piece! I swear it big!" please go to Boby.