My Beloved Mafia's

CHAPTER 33

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"Marco!" Shouted Niesha who was waiting for Marco to come home. Niesha was not allowed to participate in the battle, although she had a long argument to participate in the battle, but inevitably Niesha could only wait for Marco's arrival at the mansion. "How's it?" Niesha asked staring pushyly at Marco.

The clothes that Marco was currently wearing were full of blood, not his blood but Carlo's blood spurting during the shooting.

"I did it, I killed the son of a bitch." Marco said in Niesha's speech.

"Fuck?" Confused Niesha.

"You know, Eloner was kidnapped by that bastard, and I managed to kill his descendants. He and his son are completely heartless." Evidently.

"Carlos? He's offspring?" Niesha asked a little doubtfully.

"Yes, he's the son of a bitch." Marco smiled triumphantly as he killed Carlo.

"You killed an FBI fugitive?" Niesha asked in a slightly surprised tone, then unraveled her embrace.

"Hm." Marco Dehem.

"You're crazy, Marco!" Pekik Niesha's. "What if you're being chased by the FBI?"

"Originally shut up, the FBI will never know." Marco stared intently at Niesha.

It was not Niesha's name if it did not stare sharply back at Marco. "Where's body. Give me!" Pinta Niesha's.

Not getting an answer from Marco, Niesha ran out. In front of the mansion, he saw a pile of corpses about to be burned.

"Wait!" Niesha's cry stopped the mafioso who started throwing corpses into the flames.

"Mrs." Art said as he saw Niesha walking towards him. "What's up, madam?" Ask Art.

"Where's Carlo's body? Give me!" He said while staring hard.

Hearing the rejection from Art, suddenly Niesha ignited anger. "Your master, gave me permission." Lying Niesha.

"Give me the body of that bastard!" Saut Marco has just come out of the mansion following Niesha.

"Good, Sir." Art immediately ordered the mafioso to carry Charles' body in front of Niesha. Since then Carlo's body has been placed in the room to be mutilated and sold his organs.

Carlo's body is now in front of Niesha. Niesha deftly contacted Kylie to come to Malta that very night and possibly arrive the next day.

Marco and Niesha are in the same room. The two of them drifted into their own thoughts. Relieved, worried, and disappointed that was what they were currently musing.

"Marco." Lirih Niesha stared affectionately. It felt like Niesha was eager to hug Marco and feel the warmth of being husband and wife.

"Hm." Saut Marco without looking into Niesha's beautiful eyes.

"Tomorrow, a-I" Niesha Nervous. "I'm going back to America." Back to braving. I don't know what makes him so afraid to say this.

"How long?" Marco asked in a cold voice and reluctantly looked at Niesha's face.

"One month. Please!" Pinta Niesha's. He approached Marco and hugged him. "Sorry, I have to leave you. I-I have to finish this whole thing. I promise after a month, I'll be back." Niesha said with a circle of tears that began to drip on her cheeks. It was very hard to say it and leave Marco for a while.

"Go." One word that was spoken from Marco's mouth made Niesha swallow her saliva with difficulty. Not because of that word, but Marco's voice that was so cold and heavy.

Niesha deciphered the pull and got ready to put the clothes in the suitcase. Marco chose to leave the room. Seeing her husband's passing, Niesha could only smile.

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