Mafia Wedding Games

Chaptre 95. Execution

The pain of a solid object throwing accompanied by the sound between the iron and the increasingly destroyed body seemed to vent all the pain that had long been buried.

The typical brownish eyes of outsiders who decorated the petals with wrinkled skin that issued a clear circle with a satisfied laugh.

That bead of eyes glared away a glimmer of hope and so many things were tucked away from all his current treatment. His body moved to feel the reaction of every blow on his body.

The flashback

"Please, help me..." The voice of a woman who groans in pain.

"Please don't..." The woman was crying trying to squeal in pain. Both his legs and hands were seen in the hands of several men who were heard laughing shaking the entire house.

"Dave, please help me!" his cries broke as his body began to move following the pounding of the burly man.

The figure of a handsome teenage man was so stunned to watch the show in front of him.

"Let me go! don't do that my sister, please!"

(let go! don't do that to my sister, I beg you).

His body could only thrash but did not produce the slightest result. His watery eyes could say nothing more.

Across there were two adults who were none other than her parents crying roars. Whose heart is painless to see their daughter in rape take turns with five men of enormous stature. And they could only cry while his body was already tied in a chair.

"Sign this letter immediately! or do you want your son to kill us too? or is it still lacking to feel your daughter's body?" screeched a man with a bringas face with a gondrong-haired bewok stature in a tie.

"Mom, Daddy, please." Mr. Dave yelled begging his parents to give up whatever they asked for. Truly power will be lost at any time, but his beloved sister will not be present a second time.

"No!" shouted the Daddy who rounded his eyes looked at his wife and son while shaking his head.

The power at that time was fully held by the wife, because her wife was the one who was far in power over the ownership of shares in the company.

"Mom, please!" Mr. Dave begged his mother.

Once again he shouted when he heard the groaning of the sister who again felt the harsh treatment of the man who had fucked her.

"Grace!" his screams immediately rounded his eyes seeing a bruised face, swollen lips and eyes that flooded with tears. While both of his thighs were open so wide showing blood drenched on the white floor.

"Gracia.." said softly the mother who saw her daughter was no longer moving even her eyes no longer closed and looked up. Her little lips were wide open.

Without hearing her husband's words again, she immediately signed a letter of surrender of all their company assets.

"No, Elisabeth!" frans who still insist on withholding what is rightfully theirs.

The woman's hand immediately rushed on the paper signing the letter that had been placed in front of her.

But unfortunately, his efforts did not give them what they expected.

Dor's! Dor's!

Twice the sound of gunfire was heard shooting in the same direction only shifted a little. Mr. brown eyes. Dave could not believe what he was seeing. Both of his parents died after being shot.

Now the hand holding the gun is again pointing at the teenage boy left alone in the room.

"Goodbye little boy" he chuckled until a thunderous voice filled the room.

"Damn! go..gos!"

The herds ran away, for them there was no point in bringing Mr. Dave is still that sniff. As long as the assets they want are in.

Flashback off

For Mr. Dave's life would mean that if he could rule the world completely and only by becoming a mafia would he be able to realize his dream of world domination without being oppressed by anyone else.

There was no other life he wanted, having a family, for him would only be a weakness like what happened to his parents.

Love's. Only one thing will paralyze common sense. One word that can subdue the solidity of our self-defense.

"Sign this quickly!" back Mr. Dave was urged to sign the letter in front of him.

All the wealth he took forcibly from the rich businessmen and of course thanks to the help of Gara's business.

For a moment the torment stopped when the sound of a guard's cell phone ringing in the room was heard.

"Good!" he answered after hearing orders from the boss.

Dor's!

The shot shot shot in Mr.'s heart. Dave was without any more bargaining. Well, Hengki has ordered to eliminate the man, and for all his wealth can be taken care of to return to their respective owners.

***

"Haaah, finally." Gara seemed to sigh roughly after reading a message from Hengki.

At a star hotel in the small town, Gara decided to stay one night with his wife because indeed their trip could not immediately catch up flight time.

"What's wrong?" tanya Kharisa approached the husband.

"Mrs. Dave's been executed." said Gara.

"Innalilahi..is there no other way?" tanya Kharisa felt that it was very terrible for him.

"No, Mr. Dave is a dangerous man. There would be no end to it if he were still alive. I'll give back all the rights we've taken back to the owner."

"Well, if that's the best. Come shower. We have to leave tomorrow." Kharisa.

The night was getting late, because it looked much fresher. His heart still seemed agitated worrying about the father who was still unconscious.

"Want me a massage?" tawar Kharisa's.

"No, I'm not calm. Don't let you can't wake up tomorrow" said Gara with his flat look.

Kharisa slightly scrunched his forehead. "I'm massaging your body, there's nothing that gets me up like you said."

"When you massage this one? are you willing? I'm riding this? you better rest. I'll catch up soon." curiously Gaya with her odd smile.

Kharisa seemed to be shaking his head at the words of her husband. Could it be at a time like this because Gara is still talking about it, not satisfied has he locked his wife while on the island? until Kharisa did not have time to feel the holiday play on the island.