MAFIA'S BRIDE (Mafia Bride)
Chapter 10: The Blood of the Mafia
Mafia Blood
After feeling satisfied, Orlando walked out of the room while holding Meryn's shoulder. They rush to the roof of the building to board a helicopter together, while Paulo has left first to Milan to complete Orlando's business affairs.
“We leave now, Mister?” ask the pilot who saw Orlando coming with Meryn.
“Yes. We leave with Meryn.” Orlando answered while helping Meryn get into the helicopter, then followed him.
“It's my first time getting on a helicopter,” said Meryn somewhat shouting. The noise of the helicopter engine makes him have to shout when talking.
Orlando helped put a seatbelt on Meryn's body. Then pair the earphone that is at the same time connected to the microphone. Afterwards, Orlando put a seatbelt on his own body and used earphones on the ears.
“We use this to chat,” says Orlando. His heavy, masculine voice was absorbed in the michrophone and connected to Meryn's earphones. Meryn heard his voice more clearly.
Meryn replied to Orlando's words with a faint smile before her gaze turned to the glass window. The helicopter he was riding in started flying out of the roof building. He was amazed by the outside view. The private island, at the same time feels lonely and creepy, but beautiful seen from the sky. He saw the beach that surrounded the island. High fortresses, and buildings designed like castles in medieval times. Also the jungle that contains many wild animals and primates (based on the speech of Orlando).
Then Meryn started to wonder one thing. He looked towards Orlando and asked something.
“What business do you run, Mr Orlando Dominic? Illegal weapons? Cocaine? Or ... human organs?” ask Meryn. His words sounded cynical. From what he knows, a mobster is trading for something extreme and illegal.
“Everything, except human.” The man answered straightforwardly. He looked at Meryn's face looking at him suspiciously. Then continue to talk about his business. “I have wine and tequila beverage factory. A factory that produces cocaine. Sell land and property, wildlife, and casino.”
“Wah.”
Meryn was made to gape by him. It was only fitting that his family could set up a private, highly secret island. His wealth must be very abundant with all the business that is run.
“Why not all prostitution businesses? You don't like women?” meryn later.
Orlando's sharp gaze instantly flung towards Meryn. “I'm not that low, Mrs Meryn. I can sell anything, except humans. And I can hurt anyone, except women and children.”
“Bullshit. You hurt me.” Meryn.
Orlando's forehead puckered sharply.
“Tell me the truth. When did I hurt you?” That sharp question was thrown from the mouth of Orlando. “You always slapped me, punched me, spat in my face, even put a gun in front of my face. Honestly speaking. Between the two of us, who uses more violence?”
Meryn speechless. The man thought Meryn would be intimidated by him. But the truth is not. Meryn stared back at Orlando.
“Absolutely you, Mr. Dominic.” Meryn firmly replied. “You killed the people I love right in front of my eyes. Is slapping and spitting on your face more cruel than you did to me?” cynically.
“They are not good people, Meryn.”
“I don't care! When you killed them, I still loved them, I still loved Henry. And you told me the truth after I swallowed round all the wounds arising from their deaths.” Meryn said firmly.
Orlando's turn was silent. He was in Meryn's position. Where he saw his father murdered right in front of his eyes. He knew what kind of wound Meryn was feeling. Because, no matter if now Meryn hates her family, when watching the death of Meryn still loves them all.
Orlando is silenced by everything Meryn said. Face off. He stared intently towards the front, while Meryn beside him still saw him cynically.
A moment later, Orlando glanced at Meryn.
“The bride of the mafia must not be weak. You can fight all those wounds, as you usually do against me,” Orlando said.
“You really are a cold-blooded mafia. No empathy, no feeling,” cynical Meryn.
“This is the way I survive in this creepy world,” Orlando said. “You must be harder on yourself, or the world will treat you harder.”
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Upon arrival at the hotel lobby, Meryn asks Meryn for something.
“Give me the case money, which is a lot!” chirp Meryn as soon as she steps inside the hotel lobby.
“What do you want to do?” ask Orlando suspiciously.
“I want to buy clothes. I can't go visit my uncle in clothes like this. Not classy at all!” rutuk Meryn protested. He did not like the clothes the servants had prepared in Dominic's castle. Besides not being fashionable, all the clothes there are not her taste.
“Okay. I'll drive you to your room later.” Orlando agreed after taking a quick glance at Meryn. Actually the woman remains charming wearing any clothes. It's just that the Latin American style of clothing prepared by the castle maid does not seem to suit Meryn's fashion sense
“One more thing,” added Meryn.
“What?” sahut Orlando resigned.
“Let me money case also for gambling.”
“What?!” Orlando squealing. Surprised, his steps stopped. But Meryn who continued to walk towards the receptionist made Orlando inevitably have to chase after him. “You crazy? You want to gamble?”
“Why?” Meryn turned her head. He stopped while holding his body to Orlando. “You should be happy because I will be gambling at the casino you built. Isn't that the core of your business?” meryn's chirps are challenging.
While frowning his forehead, Orlando asked doubtfully, “Before you ever gambled?”
“No.” Meryn spontaneously answered.
“Hah,” sigh Orlando wonder. “How do I entrust my money to people who have never gambled?”
“Not much money? Why are you so stingy?” curse Meryn while walking away from Orlando. Towards the reception desk.
“Not a money problem. I just don't want you getting into trouble, Meryn.” Orlando tried to explain.
“Problems? It is precisely you who have implicated me in trouble, Mr. Orlando Dominic.” Meryn is still ngeyel.
“Tell me honestly, what's your plan?” asked Orlando who began to suspect Meryn's nimble movements.
“Hah, plan? I don't know what you're talking about. Now I'm just a crazy woman who doesn't know her own identity, and who has given her life to a mobster. I don't have anything else. And I just want to have fun. Do you think I'm happy to be involved in your business? So let me gamble to release the stress of your actions. Weeks and weeks in that castle have driven me almost crazy!” Meryn continues to grieve.
He turned to the receptionist. He spoke to the receptionist with a gawky face and an arrogant voice.
“I want the most expensive and most classy room! There's gotta. If it's full, get the guest out now.” Meryn gave the order like a great mistress.
The doubtful-looking receptionist glanced at Orlando, his boss. As soon as he got a nod of his head from Orlando, he immediately answered Meryn's request.
“Good, Mistress.” Then he took an access card to an exclusive room that there was only one in this hotel, namely the room on the top floor. “This is his access card, Madam.”
Meryn took the access card roughly. Then walked quickly away from the receptionist. His sulking attitude that makes Orlando hassles. He followed Meryn with a step. He never thought Meryn's attitude would be more violent when he was in Milan.
“No wonder. He also has the cold blood of a mafia.” Orlando muttered as he walked following Meryn to the hotel room. Aye! They both will stay in the same room.
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