Mr. Mobster

Mr. Mobster
#Confession of Sins



Mr. Mafia 76's


After Mark stepped out and wanted to meet his boss, he really did not think twice about facing Kian, even though he knew very well if the man was angry, whatever was in front of him would be destroyed by blindly—but when he married Areta, his bad temper was slightly muffled. As if Areta is an oasis in the middle of a hot desert, which can cool the heart of Kian which is always hot if ignited emotions.


Quickly Irene scavenged all of her clothes and put them back on, with super messy hair and a feeling of unworthiness, she came out following Mark who had already walked some distance towards Kian's study. The woman ran barefoot after the man she loved, as Mark almost turned the knob on the door of the Working Room, as fast as a flash of light, Irene touched Mark's hand. For a few seconds the scene made them exchange glances, Irene shook her head, for Mark to undo his intentions. But Mark is so naive that he impulsively thinks only of his loyalty to Kian to put his feelings aside.


Mark entered slowly followed by Irene who put on an unusually huffed face. Areta and Kian were sitting inside discussing their meeting with Addison. Kian's eyes immediately swept towards the two of them scanning the two figures who put on different looks, Mark with his flat face, while Irene with a moping face.


"What's wrong?" Kian scrunched his forehead while astonished to see a pair of men and women in front of him. "Then ... Irene, why does your appearance look messy?" she asked again, looking at her eyes as if she was disarming Irene.


With a reflex movement Irene combed her messy hair with her fingers.


"What's up?!" kian shouted, starting to ignite emotions. While Mark and Irene looked mute as if their mouths were locked with a large padlock so they could not open their mouths.


"Patience!" pinta Areta, although not making a sound, but hinting with the movement of the lips.


Suddenly Mark sat down under Kian's feet, while Irene who looked at Mark who was confessing seemed increasingly riled up until her tears were unstoppable and came out splashing down her cheeks.


"What's up?!" ask Kian again. With such an expedition emits a flash of wrathful light as it is confused with the behavior of the two human children.


"Ma–forgive me—" A raucous voice came out of Mark's lips with a vibration that followed the sentence he said.


"Sorry for what?" ask Kian again.


Irene with a lightning-fast motion, bowed down right next to Mark, then cupped her palms to his face as if begging for forgiveness for Mark.


"Wake up!" peekkik Kian with eyes almost out of place. "You think I'm God, until you bow down before me!" with a sniffle voice.


"What's going on?" Areta doesn't want to interfere, but seeing Mark and Irene makes her wonder.


"I'm a sinner, Kian!" Irene exclaimed, with tears not stopping flowing.


"Sin ...."


"I'm the one who lured Miss Irene, Boss!" Mark cut the sentence Kian who wanted to ask about the sin they were doing.


"What is this, 'ha?!" yelled Kian, until the whole house could hear the wrath of Kian and goosebumps made. But for Areta he was just ordinary to face Kian who was angry. He is not easily motivated even afraid of Kian anymore.


"A–a–I have betrayed you—"


A soft word came out from Irene's mouth, then she lowered her head, hiding her face.


"Defying?" sahut Aretan.


"We have committed a sin" Mark said. "I'm ready to be executed!" again with a very firm voice.


At Mark's words, Irene hugged the man sitting next to her.


"No.. No, I don't want to lose you!" peek Irene terrified.


But Mark did not reply, he let go of Irene's embrace. And back down.


"If you want to kill .. just kill me, Kian!" pinta the woman who had been with him for ten years.


Increasingly clueless with the words of the two, he stood up from his seat because he was impatient with Mark and Irene.


"Kian!" peekkik Areta, prevent her husband. But unexpectedly, Kian blinked one eye and smiled at Areta, as if he had read Mark and Irene's thoughts.


Of course it makes Areta a little relieved and let Kian do his will.


"Don't take his life, just take mine!" please Irene, with her hands cupped forward.


"Relax .. I will make you die together, for you have made my day even more grim with your word!" hiss Kian, creating terror for both.


"I love Miss Irene, Boss!" mark exclaimed, breaking Irene's panic.


Mark's sentence made the atmosphere calm instantly, making Kian and Areta fight each other's eyes. And a second later they chuckle at each other for hearing Mark's confession to Irene.


Irene who looked surprised could only shut up and fixedly look at Mark who said the word love loudly in front of Kian.


"So it's about feelings?" He chuckled and then cheered in front of Mark. He hugged Mark's neck as if they were friends. Mark could only bow down with Kian's treatment.


"What's wrong with your feelings?" chirps Areta.


At once Irene looked up at Areta and Kian who were smiling towards the two of them. Then the look on his face immediately which was initially frightened turned into haru.


"Am I a sinner? I have betrayed you" he said softly. Quickly the mobster shook his head in denial of Irene's statement.


"I just think of you as my sister. If I wanted to marry you, I would have done it a long time ago. We grew up together since childhood, there was no love between us. And I know very well you feel the same way, too" Kian explained.


"Married!" sahut Areta, who made the three of them look at Areta's beautiful face simultaneously with a surprised look.


"Me–me–married?" ask Irene.


Areta nodded innocently and said, "You love each other, of course you don't want to part, do you?"


Irene and Mark looked at each other and then threw their eyes back at Kian, as if they were waiting for Kian's decision.


"You what else. Marry me!" He spoke while shrugging both of his shoulders.





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Love is complicated, yes ... Such is.


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