Mr. Mobster
# I Love You
Mr. Mafia 73
Areta cupped her mouth with her own two hands, she really did not expect, the father she had longed for was a mafia like a husband who also wrestled with the dark world. How not, he hopes if the father is a good old man and does not have a criminal record at all. But in reality he was surprised by the fact that he had to swallow raw.
He hurriedly cupped the paper he had thrown on the floor, then hurriedly put it in a brown envelope, then he opened the drawer and placed it inside the place, which he was in, Areta walked slowly to the bed and spread her body open the blanket and covered her entire body with the thick cloth. He had no idea what Kian would do if the man knew he was The Rock's real son.
Just imagine it makes Areta's book goosebumps and stands.
Areta let out a loud sigh lamenting her sadness, slowly the drowsiness began to take hold of her. Slowly he fell asleep and made peace with his dream.
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When it is good to fall asleep and have a beautiful dream with the husband who somehow from the beginning he did not want to admit it implicitly, he said, but the more days the desire to have the man is getting higher until he is reluctant to let go.
A hand gently touched Areta's lips, gently rubbing it made her manage to groan gently and blink her eyes. With the bead still dewy, Areta again sharpened her eyes. The handsome man was already on his forehead at this moment, spontaneously Areta got up from her sleeping position, and sat down with her head pressed against the head of the bed.
Areta turned to the right to look at the wall clock on the wall of her room. Time has shown at four in the afternoon. He fell asleep for a long time and drowned in his dreams.
"Shane said, Your test results are out?" ask Kian.
"Ah. yea. You were right, but—Oh, I put the paper in the drawer. You can take it."
He nodded slowly, then walked towards Areta's dresser. The man opened the top drawer just as his wife had ordered. True, the brown envelope is in the place, quickly open it and read every article listed in the piece of paper.
Seeing Kian sigh long while examining the contents of the test results, making Areta's heart overwhelmed with sentimental feelings, he squeezed his hand while biting the left edge of his lips, and then, he did not know what decision he would make when he knew all this.
After examining him Kian put the paper on the table without tidying it up. then he came out without a word he wanted to say to the wife who had been waiting for her answer. Instead of answering or responding. Kian even walked out with a flat face, which made Areta wonder in her heart.
'What is Kian thinking?'
Areta was increasingly afraid, she chose to remain silent in the room, with the blanket still covering half of her body in a sitting position by leaning on the head of her bed.
Not long after that Kian re-entered with a snack and two empty glasses and wine that was still in the bottle.
He placed the tray on the nightstand next to Areta's bed. He looked deeply into Areta's brown eyes and sat down next to the woman. Kian cupped his wife's palm and pointed it at his own cheek.
"Whatever you—and whoever you are. Still is. If it all doesn't change anything. You'll still be Kian Egan's mistress."
Areta smiled but behind the ridge of lips was tucked into her anxiety. Until the sound of knocking on the door blew his mind.
T-tok-tok ....
"Lake in!" sahut Kian glanced towards the door. Mark entered with a brown map in his hand.
'What else is that? Is that a divorce letter?'
Areta asked herself, then stared fixedly at the assistant figure of Kian who was always in his ready position with a face that was flat and cold like a robot.
Crc ....
The sound of the paper torn off—Kian tore the paper into pieces, of course it makes Areta more confused.
Then the man hugged Areta's tiny body tightly, making her even more clueless, his eyes instantly grabbing Mark's face that remained flat, the man, who was two years younger than Kian, left without a message.
Areta ventured to ask, and killed her curiosity.
"What are you ripping off?"
Kian finished his embrace, pulling his body from Areta. He looked at his wife with a very serious face.
"That's our contract!"
"Contract letter? Marriage contract?" Areta did not believe what Kian did.
The man nodded slowly, then poured the wine into an empty glass, then thrust the drink at Areta.
"It's the wine with the lowest alcohol level." Kian said softly. Then shake the glass and take a slow sip of the drink.
Areta who increasingly did not understand doing the same thing, while sipping the wine, suddenly a faint taste attacked her tongue. Understandably his taste senses have just tasted the strange taste of the drink that managed to make him pull and bend his own forehead. Kian just chuckled at his wife's behavior.
"Why did you tear it?"
"Because the letter will only get in the way of our relationship." He answered casually.
"Relationship?" Areta seemed to not believe the revelation Kian. What kind of relationship he wants from Areta.
Kian nodded slowly. Then cupped Areta's hand, took the glass that the woman had been holding, and placed it on the nightstand.
"I love you."
Areta's eyes widened when she heard the expression of love from a violent mobster, suddenly her mind imagined how nervous she was when she first met Kian—and now. The mafia expresses her feelings for him.
"I love you." Kian repeated his words, breaking Areta's daydream.
Areta's face immediately flushed in embarrassment. Kian grabbed Areta's head and left a friendly kiss on his wife's forehead.
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