Reincarnation Small Mafia Wife

CHAPTER 1: SECOND CHANCES

Unbelievable panic is engulfing 28-year-old Yura Afseen—, who is controlling the pace of her car. His face was deathly pale when he found the brakes were not working. His chest was pounding violently, as the raindrops began to fall soaking the earth. His gaze began to faint, due to the increasingly heavy rain.

“Yes God, what happened?!” pekik Yura stepped on the brake pedal repeatedly. Both of his hands moved quickly around the steering wheel, when he found a bend.

Naas, the path he went through was a little cornering. Yura dodged the car in front of the slow-moving, slamming the steering wheel to the right. The glare of the lights from the opposite direction made Yura resigned. His shout was accompanied by the roar of thunder that boomed in the air.

“Aaaaarggh!” yura shouted before her car was hit by a heavy truck until it bounced and the white HRV went into a ravine so deep. Before long, there was an explosion with a high fire.

Traffic stopped immediately. Several people got out of the car to watch the crash that night. They deliberately went down to watch the fire that was barking.

That night was really gripping. After a few hours, the car was evacuated. Difficult terrain resulted in slow evacuation. Medics who had been waiting immediately checked the condition of the victim. Yura's body was burned to the point of being unrecognizable, anyone would be horrified to see it. The police have found his identity. In that instant, Yura Afseen was declared dead.

Not far from the incident, a middle-aged woman with her son was smiling in satisfaction under an umbrella that protected the two from the rain.

“Finally, that damn woman died too. Hahaha,” murmured Sarah Angelic—stepmother Yura so quietly. He was only heard by his son. Everyone is too focused on the accident victim.

Tora's lips revealed a thin smile, she stared lightly at Yura's current condition. “True, Ma. Eventually all the treasures of the Cullens will fall into our hands,” reply Tora folded both her arms in the chest. Feeling satisfied because of the plans of the two of them, it seemed to go smoothly.

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“Eeuurghh!” the groan of a girl was sitting on a chair with a winding of chains on her body. His hands were firmly tied to the back.

The girl began to slowly open her eyes. Adjusting the glow of the light that infiltrates his retina. “Ssshhh!” He hissed because he felt his body in excruciating pain. His head felt heavy too. His sight still looks vague. Three men were guarding him.

“Where am I? Shouldn't I be dead. Am I in heaven? But ... why is my whole body crumbling all,” the girl's moans confused.

DUARR!

There was a deafening explosion. The floor in front of Yura perforated quite wide. Before long, some well-dressed and well-matched people sprung up with a string to stand firmly in front of Yura.

The men pointed long-barreled guns at Yura. Because he was the one left in the room. The three men who were guarding him, had fallen underground and were hit by the ruins of the building.

Yura was shocked. His pair of net worths were widening as he looked at the scene before his eyes. Especially now that a gun muzzle pointed at his face.

“Say! Where's that chip?” asked the handsome eagle-eyed man, who was getting closer in his steps.

Just when Yura was 18 years old, Sarah sold it to a group of old bandits. Yura who kept rebelling got the torture on her physique ended up bound in a chair with many wounds on her body.

“Hei! You deaf? Quickly tell me where the Black Stone Clan chips you stole are. Or I blow your head off right now!” growled the tall man was dashing and so handsome.

“Chip? What chip, sir? I really don't know,” said Yura terrified. A thread of sweat flowed from his forehead.

“Do not pretend?” snapped Zefon—the head of the Black Stone Clan mafia, pointed the weapon upwards and shot a shot into the ceiling of the room.

Screams of fear rang out from Yura's mouth. He closed his eyes tightly. Even his two hands were clenched tightly so scared. Her chest until it hurts.

“Master!” exclaim one of Zephon's new men coming. His face looked panicked, afraid that his arrival was too late.

The man glanced with his sharp-edged tail, seeing his men bowing respectfully to him. “Say!” said firmly.

“This girl has nothing to do with the Ganesha Clan. He is only a victim of prostitution sales,” reported the subordinate is still bowing.

Zefon turned his gaze to Yura, the girl indeed looks so apprehensive at the moment. Lots of bruises, blood on his face and arms. “Hmm! Clean up the rest!” tell Zephon to shake his hand.

The man swung his long legs until he approached Yura. The girl still looked down in fear, her body trembling violently.

“Be prepared little girl!” muttered Zefon pointing a gun at him.

Yura forced herself to raise her gaze. His mouth was gaping wide, his bead was perfectly rounded. I did not ask him, and suddenly a few shots were fired at him.

“Aaaaarrgggh!” yura's screams were as strong as he could afford.

 

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