My Secret Life's

Chapter 220: The Boss - The Driver

Not hot, though. Erroneous, it should be my boss's forehead." The leader of the thugs brought his hands closer intending to check. Was his boss a healthy walafiat, but one rough pat was shocking. "Boss, sick."

"What are you doing, HUH?!" exclaimed the boss glared sharply.

The leader of the thugs scratched his head that was not itchy. "I think the possessed boss....,"

Plaaac!

One slap on the thug leader's cheek. Not from his boss, but a woman who dahtah since when was inside the headquarters and gave a sweet gift like a big boss.

"Kanza's! Why are you here?" asked the boss to get out of his seat, then approached his mistress with a hug anchored to her second kiss.

The leader of the thugs chose a wordless retreat. Not because of jealousy, but the presence of Kanza makes his disgust recur. Who doesn't know the lick woman? Women who always block men in rotation, without getting tired let alone bored.

Ck. Ck. Why would a fox woman like her live anyway?! Just die so that the world is more peaceful and free from garbage. Huft, sucks.~batin thug leader while slamming iron door.

Braak!

"Based on a brash man! How dare he act like that? Sayaaang, when the hell, do you want him out of our mafia?" Kanza was hanging spoiled with her fingers playing with the chest rubbing the man in front of her.

The boss furrowed both of his eyebrows staring at Kanza sharply. "Clovis? He's my right hand! Don't think that's not it. After all, since when did MY MAFIA become OUR MAFIA?"

"I mean....,"

"Don't dream, Kanza! To me, you are just my bed filler. Not more." The boss cupped Kanza's face while deepening his eyes. "Remember that always! Your place is only on the BED not by my side as MY COMPANION."

The deg!

The affirmation of the boss about his position which is only as an outlet of desire. It feels like it hit the heart, like a hammer thrown on target. The woman smiled sweetly. The tightness in his chest with a turbulent roar of heat was held back as much as possible. Until the rubbing of his hands on his head, made Kanza behave normally in order to dampen his emotions.

Outside the headquarters. A delivery truck is being inspected. The driver did not escape from the gatekeeper's search. Two guards from behind the truck rejoined his co-worker who was checking on the driver. Code skirted the guards' heads, got the driver let go.

Smirk is covered in a bushy mustache, making the driver look like an ordinary driver. None of the guards noticed the lurking gazes of the plain man who was now walking towards his truck back. Then opened the door, and went upstairs occupying his incognito seat.

One clip-shaped earphones hid behind his fake hair. "Position one READY!"

The driver finished giving a report while stepping on the gas so that his car drove back, and moved into the area with tight guard. From inside the car. His eyes could not see the situation around him from various angles.

"Supervisory tower there are four with the guard of one armed man in each tower. In front of the gate were only four gate guards. The more entering, then seen the thugs standing lined up with a distance of two meters from each other. Of the whole, at least this place is inhabited by three hundred people."

The driver parked the truck where it should be. Where in front of him is like an abandoned warehouse with a pile of old tires, but why is there no guard? All corners are guarded. Isn't weird? Is there something there, or is it neglected?

[Echem! What happen?]~asked someone through earphones that automatically sounded soft, making the driver again aware of his daydream.

"All fine. Don't worry....,"

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

The knocking of the glass from outside the truck made the driver breathe. Then, take something from under his chair. After a few seconds. A revolver weapon turned into the back occupant of the man's back. The door opened, without shutting down the car engine.

"Yes, Sir. What's up?" the driver lowered his head.

A guard with shoulder-length hair pulled the driver's shirt collar while pointing his finger at the driver's face. "Are you BLIND? HUH! Even a blackboard is useless. LOOK!"

The driver followed the direction of the man's finger in front of him pointing towards the pile of tires. For a moment he did not understand until the fading writing began to be strung from the heart.

Execution room. ~ Inner The driver.