MAFIA'S BRIDE (Mafia Bride)
Chapter 22: Bulletproof Body
Bulletproof Body
With a grumbling (and negative) face, Paulo walked into the castle's backyard carrying a black suitcase. In the yard was Meryn, who just two days ago came off the infusion, was warming up on the green lawn grass.
Dukkp.
The pounding of the suitcase was heard when the forty-year-old man placed it on a prepared wooden table in the backyard. He laid the suitcase on the table, then stared intently at Meryn who was not very concerned about it.
“What have you done to Big Boss?” ask Paulo sharply.
“I? I didn't do anything.” Meryn answered nonchalantly while stopping her warm-up activities. He walked closer to the table. Opening the black suitcase filled with two pistol devices from Milan. “I only do my duty as his bride. Something wrong?” meryn continued, raising her eyes to look at Paulo.
Paulo fell silent. Meryn returned her gaze to one of the black pistols she had taken from the suitcase. Observe it with detail.
“What do you plan to do with a honeymoon around the sea of Europe, then docked in Milan and running a business with Big Boss?” Paulo warned.
“That's what he wanted, Paulo. He was obsessed with me and said he loved me half to death. I let her marry me, and I want a honeymoon. Is something wrong? Even if you hadn't ruined my wedding that day, I would have felt the beauty of a honeymoon on a cruise.” Meryn.
“Lantas, how about that business? You want ‘help’ Big Boss run his business?” paulo asked.
“Do I help you if without me your business is running smoothly?” meryn.
Paulo squinted both of his eyes.
“What do you want?” cynically.
Meryn smiled faintly. He walked closer to Paulo.
“Money. As a mafia bride, don't I also have a part?” lirih Meryn by Paulo's face.
“Not the money you want to come to Milan, Mistress.” Paulo, who seemed to know what Meryn was thinking, said firmly.
“Then what do I want if not money?”
“Freedom.”
Meryn speechless. Damnit. How does the man know what he is thinking? Orlando could have Meyrn covered with her whole body and sweet words. But, what about Paulo who seemed to have numb it? The man would not be tempted by himself or even any woman. So how could Meryn fool Paulo? That man could have foiled his plan!
While shaking her lips, Meryn lowered her gaze. He played the gun with his index finger while poking softly.
“Freedom ...? Do I still have the possibility of being free from you? To the end of the world, Orlando will definitely come after me. So I want to ask, do I still have a chance to feel freedom?” meryn muttered, then slowly her gaze rose.
“You do not sincerely love Big Boss.” Paulo responded after a while.
Spontaneous Meryn smiled bitterly. “Love? How can I love the man who kidnapped me and made me witness the horrific events of my wedding day? You think I can forgive you?” cynical Meryn.
Paulo seemed jolted at Meryn's statement. The man saw the anger still lodged within Meryn. And I feel like I can't let that happen.
“Leave the Big Boss right now, I will help you escape this island by risking my life.”
Meryn digested the fear and worry that emanated in Paulo's face. It's very strange for him. The man who was always flat, not even lustful, looked frightened to the point of offering Meryn to run away from Orlando. What the hell is going on?
While Meryn was still wondering in her mind, Paulo went on again, “If you want to go back to Milan to destroy the Big Boss and his business just to get freedom, I can help you escape right now, I'll tell you how to get rid of the big boss,” in haste and increasingly suspicious.
Meryn's forehead frowned. “Why do you think I want to destroy Orlando?” ask cynical Meryn.
It's true that he doesn't love Orlando, but that doesn't mean he wants to destroy the man who made him know who he really is. The hatred that Meryn showed in front of Paulo's eyes wasn't real. Meryn doesn't hate Orlando, but doesn't love him as much as he's obsessed with her. But, looking at Paulo's attitude Meryn felt that something was really strange.
“You said, you will not forgive us,” replied Paulo.
Meyrn's gaze instantly melengos. He stared far ahead, at the firing board that stood several tens of meters away from him.
“I have no intention of escaping Orlando. I want to return to Milan for another reason, not as you imagined.” Meryn said firmly.
“For what reason?”
“A consigliere doesn't need to know his boss's private affairs, does he?” Meryn.
Meryn was busy preparing for her shooting practice today. That's when Paulo left the backyard. He found Orlando who had just stepped down from the second floor and was about to go to the backyard.
“The gun is here?” asked Orlando while tidying up his sleeves.
“Why?” spontaneous Orlando.
“We never know what is on a woman's mind.”
“That's what's interesting about women, Paulo. Mysterious, and enigmatic.” Orlando mutters.
“Can so he has bad intentions to you, Boss,” advice Paulo.
Orlando smiled. A person who is drunk with love will not listen to such advice.
“Do not worry. Bad thoughts and good thoughts come in and out of a woman's brain, Paulo. Same when jealous of a woman as if it could kill her partner, but actually not. Sometimes women do express their love in a unique way.” Orlando who was still blinded by Meryn's deceit, said confidently. He patted Paulo on the shoulder and muttered, “Don't worry. I can handle Meryn well.”
“But, Boss. There's no sign Mrs Meryn loves you yet,”.
“I'll make him fall in love soon. You don't have to worry.”
After convincing Paulo, Orlando continues his journey to the backyard. It was Meryn who was wearing a red dress, who was busy with her gun.
“That's not the way to hold the gun.” Orlando who had just arrived was immediately tempted to see the way Meryn held a gun. Realizing Orlando's whereabouts, Meryn immediately twisted her body and put a gun right in front of Orlando's face. Complete with Meryn's sharp gaze towards Orlando.
Orlando casually held Meryn's hand and lowered her.
“The eggs you have not filled,” said Orlando.
Meryn was startled and immediately released the pistol she was holding into Orlando's hands. Just natural. This was the first time he had a gun.
“Where is the bullet?” ask Meryn.
Orlando put the gun on the table. Then flipped the suitcase and showed me the equipment Meryn had to use to practice shooting. One of them was bulletproof goggles, the first one was taken from a suitcase by Orlando and put it on Meryn's face. The second is soundproofing. Orlando picked it up, put it on Meryn's ear while muttering.
“Your gear will hurt the first time of shooting practice. So you need to wear this.”
Finished pairing the device in Meryn's ear, Orlando picked up the bullet container and filled one of the two pistols on the table with the bullet. After the gun was loaded with bullets, Orlando held it out to Meryn.
As before, Meryn pointed the bullet-filled weapon in front of Orlando's face. Orlando once again let out a light sigh.
“Not so how to hold a gun,” says Orlando. He clasped Meryn's hand and turned it towards the firing board. Orlando stood right behind Meryn's body, holding both hands while confirming Meryn's grip position.
“Loose your shoulders,” whispered Orlando who felt both of Meryn's shoulders were too stiff.
“Ehm.” Meryn also relaxed her shoulders.
“Do not strain,” continued Orlando whispered. “Pull trigger. Release!”
DORS.
The first bullet floated and penetrated the firing board which was about twenty meters in front of Meryn. Orlando released his grip on both of Meryn's hands, and stood beside her.
“Why should I practice shooting?” meryn asked a few seconds later. He looked up at Orlando who looked serious teaching him to shoot.
“To protect yourself while you are threatened.”
“What if you threaten?” meryn continued.
Orlando lowered his face right in front of Meryn.
“Shoot me if you want.” Orlando said, like an understatement. “I'm not someone who will die with just one shot, honey. Especially by amateur shooters like you.”
Meryn speechless. Damnit. That man is right too!
Then Meryn remembered something.
“So, the gunshot wounds on your body are all genuine?” ask Meryn. Several times he saw the man naked. And what's always interesting is that the curiosity in his brain is some gunshot scars scattered all over Orlando's body.
“You think it's fake? Like in action movies?” cetus Orlando with swagger. He looked proud of all the gunshots on his body. “Believe it or not, my body is bulletproof. So it's useless you want to kill me by shooting you that amateur. I'm already immune.” Orlando continued to show off his immunity.
“Tcih, arrogant basic. I have one too! In stomach!”
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