Mr. Mobster

Mr. Mobster
#A Threat



Mr.Mafia Chapter 50


Kian followed Areta's footsteps who began to walk away from where they were standing earlier, deftly Kian touched Areta's shoulders, turning Areta's body so violently.


"Are you angry with me, and you're showing your power over this house?" ask Kian with a probing look.


Areta chose to flinch and threw Kian's hand against her shoulder. But once again Areta's efforts were in vain, he even lost power with the ruthless mafia, and turned back to his body because of the heavy hand Kian managed to do it again. This time Kian holds Areta's shoulder so that she can not escape again.


"Answer question!" grunts Kian, getting upset.


"What do you want answers to? If I say yes, what do you ask?"


He took a deep breath, then embraced his wife's body firmly so that Areta could not wriggle.


"Help me dressed, I'll go to work!" his orders are running.


"Aren't you Andrea? The woman you love the most? Why should I?"


Suddenly Kian cupped Areta's cheeks together, landing a kiss on her mouth with her tongue dancing in Areta's mouth so that she could not breathe in surprise. While the subordinates of Kian who witnessed the scene looked down because they were reluctant to see the scene of the romantic drama displayed by Kian and Areta.


Areta thrashed with Kian's chest, she was completely out of breath, before Areta's oxygen was completely depleted Kian released her grill. And make Areta draw long air to fill the oxegen in her lungs.


"Are you not sane?" yelled Areta with squinting eyes. "You can see a lot of people here? Where's your shame vein, Kian!"


But the mafia just scoops his shoulders and walks first, he looks smiling for a moment when he sees Areta's behavior that he thinks is funny.



Andrea snatches the gun held by Mark. And trying to aim at the target exactly, as usual Andrea with no weight shot so easily and on target. His ability with a firearm was indeed not to be underestimated, he seemed to smile cynically, then threw a glance at Mark who stood staring next to Andrea.


"Mark .. You haven't changed, and you're still a living robot for Kian" he said, once again aiming at his target.


Mark smiled but kept his cold, unfriendly face. "That's my duty, miss. Take care of boss Kian, miss Irene and Miss Areta."


Andrea looked at Mark's eyes intently, he drew closer to Kian's right hand. "Do you think I'm a threat to Kian?" Andrea blurted cynically with a gun pointing to Mark's chest standing at the pecking order.


"I don't say that" Mark said briefly.


"Then? You're still having issues with Irene dropping her womb?" Andrea said grimly.


"You can self-intrope, Miss! And I'm retreating." Mark leaves Andrea, still angry at Mark's words, who tries to provoke him.



Areta prepared Kian's clothes with a grim face, although Kian's eyes were staring at the phone screen, she knew very well that his wife was being unfriendly this time.


'Why does he keep getting angry, when I'm not bothering him, or is it better to bother him?'


As he spoke in his heart, he still noticed Areta who kept turning back and forth because she was so busy.


"Do you not want to take a shower, Kian? Or do you want me to bathe you?" ask Areta in a tinge.


Getting up from where he was sitting, approaching the wife who was standing with her cross-section put on a sullen face as if her lips could easily be paled.


He touched Areta's cheek gently.


"Are you coming to the moon? We haven't had a husband and wife ritual in a long time, how about before I leave we do it first."


"Dream about you, mafia!" Areta brushed off Kian's hand so violently and dodged.


He had completely exhausted his patience to see Areta's attitude, wanting to feel like he was hitting or slapping his wife, but there was a refusal in his heart not to be rude even though this woman was very annoying for him.


Areta squinted at Kian, she took a deep breath to convey the aspiration in her heart.


"I want you to kick Andrea out!"


"I can't!" yelled Kian, with a furious tone.


"Why? Is it so important that you take care of his heart? Are you blind? I heard a rumor that he made Irene abort!"


"Yes, I know!" Kian's words immediately made Areta fixated, if Kian knew what she was angry for and treated Irene badly.


"If you know, then why are you treating Irene like that?!"


"With him staying here, it means I've forgiven him, even though I don't want to touch him anymore."


Areta continued to try to refocate her husband, in order to think more logically.


"It's not fair to Irene, Kian! What if it happens to me? You're gonna ignore me for the rest of your life?!"


"No, it's not gonna happen. I won't repeat the same mistake."


Areta is stunned by Kian's remark, whether the statement means indirectly if Kian implies that she is Kian's legal and only wife.


"You're here as my partner, so inevitably I'll protect you with all my soul, still be careful with your actions, Areta!"



The dining table, which is usually occupied by three people, is now added by Andrea to four people. Unlike usual Mark who never participated at the meal, this time he decided to stand behind Irene, with a straight forward look.


Kian raised an eyebrow when he saw Mark as if he was guarding Irene.


"Didn't you want breakfast, Mark?" tanya Kian broke the silence.


Mark's bead eyes instantly grabbed the face of Kian who was looking at him with a strange look. Mark realized that, and said he would take care of Irene.


"I'm standing here for Miss Irene."


He glanced at Areta, Irene who was eating food in front of him.


"Is there any danger here?" ask Kian again.


"No, boss. I'm just anticipating."


He nodded slowly but with a mind still full of question marks.


"You can sit with us!" concluded Kian who makes Irene and Andrea look at Kian simultaneously, different case with Areta who looks indifferent to the words of Kian.


"Since when can your subordinates eat together with you, Kian?!" peekkik Andrea's.


"Since I became Kian's wife, did you know I was the servant Kian married?" sahut Areta does not want to lose.





Besambir~


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