Mafia Snatch Wife Man

Chapters. 14. The Successor of the Louis Clan. (Mafia )

"This sign." Gabriel touched the mark on the right chest, Arka. A mole-like mark. However, it forms a point like a cluster of stars. Gabriel remembers the sign only in his possession by his sister and niece who went missing after being kidnapped two days after his birth.

Gabriel's chest was looking down and up, this middle-aged man was feeling extremely happy. But it actually makes his breath tight and his head twitched.

"Master! Are you okay?" ask Apollo to worry. He held onto Gabriel's shoulder to keep the old man upright.

"Di–dia's. This young man, the son of my late sister. Martina Louis." Gabriel stroked Arka's straight hair until it ended in her firm jaw. "You see, I even realized that his face was indeed similar to Martina's," cried Gabriel like a child who found his missing toy.

"You're very lucky, sir. It turns out you have a successor." Apollo was delighted when he heard Gabriel's explanation. And so did his other men. Including the two men who found Arka and brought her here.

"It's good that we don't throw it into the abyss" whispered the man who was driving the car to his friend.

"You're right. He was a descendant of Louis.

Meanwhile, at the family residence of Angkasa, Thunder was seen entering the house in a state of anger. In fact, if it can be visualized, the man's crown is currently emitting smoke. His pair of eagle eyes flashed like flames.

That look seemed to burn whatever he was looking at. His gaze grew increasingly awkward when in front of the door of Anja's room, his wife. Where they got married because they had to.

Thunder nearly pushed the door hard, but he paused it because it was unlocked. Or intentionally not in the key. The man with thin hairy jaws entered quickly until his gaze turned to the body that was sleeping on the bed. Anja looks peaceful, slumbering while hugging the bolster.

If you were a virgin that night, I probably wouldn't hate you this deep. Especially when the reality made fun of me, when the doctor said that you were pregnant at the time of our marriage which was only running one month. Really, I feel like a patchy bone. Already in debt, now you want to use the boy to dredge up the inheritance. You sly woman! Your heart is not as clean as your face. Anjali

Thunder tightened his jaw when he saw that innocent face looked peaceful. Without knowing that hence one life almost stretched loose from the body. With a glittering gaze Anja left a figure that seemed undisturbed by her presence. Thunder went into the bathroom and came out with half a bucket of water. Then ...

Byurrs ...

Thunder splashed the cold water over Anjali's face that was cool asleep. Until, the pregnant woman was shocked and choked. In fact, Anjali seems to have difficulty breathing because her nose is entering water.

Truly, cruel treatment for this young pregnant woman.

"FEEL!"

"You fell asleep after meeting your ex-boyfriend, huh! You're satisfied! For playing crazy behind my back, Anjali!"Thunder continued to shout in front of Anjali's face which was still trying to adjust her breath. He seems to suffer.

Not to mention, Anjali had recited a speech from her husband. Thunder had pulled his long hair down.

"Akh!"

"It hurts, Mom!" Anja couldn't stand it anymore and she screamed in her voice. Do not know what his faults were until he got another tantrum from Thunder, her husband.

How can our baby be healthy if almost every night you torture my scales and also my mind, Mas.

"Heh, surely that big brother is torturing his wife. Tomorrow if he works. It was my turn to torture her." Puspita grinned after she went back to sleep.

Anja instantly glared at hearing the speech from Thunder. He understood the meaning of the glint of anger emanating from the two eyes of Thunder. "What do you mean, Mom? What have you done to him!" urged Anja. He had a fleeting dream that Arka was saying goodbye to him. There's no way this means. That Thunder has killed his ex-lover, hasn't it?

Anja subconsciously gripped Thunder's arm waiting for an answer from the man who was still grasping her hair. "Well, you're worried about your own situation!"

Thunder pulled Anja's hair and then pushed her head and banged it against the wall.

Thunder did that many times without regard to the cries and pleas of Anja.

"Mas ...," Anja said softly while holding her forehead that had been covered in fresh blood. In a state of weakness and heartache, Anja stared at the still gleaming Thunder with tears. "You'll regret it. If I die, then our baby will die, too."

Hearing that sentence instead of pity, the night thunder was rising. He slapped Anja until she slammed him on the floor. Anja reflexes hugging her possessive belly.

Thunder came back to Anja who was sobbing louder. The woman was unable to resist let alone retaliate with words. His energy seems to be running out.

This tall, burly man pulled back Anja's hair and approached to whisper in her ear. "Listen lady ja–lang. I don't care if the boy lives or dies. Because he's not my son! I will never be my son!" thunder Sarkas was full of emphasis.

The thunder left Anja weakly strewn on the floor. If he continues his actions, this woman could die in his hands tonight. He always could not hold back his emotions when he saw Anja's face. Always imagined the togetherness of his wife with his ex-girlfriend.

"For God's sake, Mas. The child to this birth is your son, your flesh and blood, he is our son." Anja hugged her stomach while crying hysterically. She repeatedly apologized for her baby. The age of the womb is already at the age of twelve weeks. So that Anja's stomach already looks a little prominent.

Please, hold on. Keep growing healthy in your mother's womb. One day, your father will surely accept us in his heart.

Anja sat down before she fainted again.

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The next day, Arka was awake. After a night of unconsciousness. Even though it is still very weak. However, he was able to remember everything that had happened. Including the last smile from Anjali.

"Honor Mr Gabriel!" shouted Apollo. When the middle-aged man entered the special room to take care of Arka. All the men saluted and saluted by bowing their bodies. Gabriel is still in a wheelchair due to his increasingly frail condition. The effects of the poison did not disappear completely.

"how are you, young man?Is it feeling better now?" Gabriel asked the question in a friendly tone. He was even seen looking at Arka's face. Likewise with Arka, he watched the face of the old man before him carefully.

"Who are y'all? Why help me?"

...Seriate...