Reincarnation Small Mafia Wife

CHAPTER 57: Running a Mission

One month later....

Zefon crouched down to help put on the boots on Yura's feet. Making sure his wife is in comfort, then he dribbles the rope very strongly. The man stood up, leaning over until his face was close to each other. One hand stroked Yura's cheek, a thin smile unraveling from her lips. Staring at the beautiful face of the wife wrapped in bold make up, increasingly makes it look sexy in the eyes of Zefon.

“You ready, Honey?” tanya Zefon tightened Yura's waist.  

“Ready, Om Husband!” reply Yura firmly and confidently. She stood up, a luxurious gown in gold wrapped her sexy body. The front is knee-high, but the back is dangling up to the heel. On his thigh, he was wrapped around a special rope tucked into a special revolver he had been studying for a month.

If in the past Zephon was always upset by the call, another case now is precisely his own smile. A special call from a young girl.

“Alright, we have to part a few minutes ah maybe a matter of hours,” said Zefon grabbed Yura's hands to stand up, then hugged her tightly.

“After that, we will live quietly forever,” Yura said wrapped her arms around the husband's sturdy neck.

“Yeaah, this time it definitely works,” said Zefon.

At midnight, they had to operate outside the territory. Both of them came down the stairs with slow but firm steps. Very elegant.

A row of jeep cars have lined the courtyard of the mansion. Zefon drove his wife to the sports car at the front. Open the door for Yura to attach a seatbelt for her. Calvin simply swallowed the saliva without daring to look at him.

“For him to exceed your life, Cal!” tell the boss to hold up his arm on the tightly closed door. The roof of the car is fully open.

“Sure, Sir! Without any orders I will take care of Miss, as I look after you,” said Calvin who was prepared with his luxury suit.

“Do not mess!” firmly Zefon with eyes staring nyalang.

Heavy, must part with his wife in this dangerous mission. But the plan must go ahead soon. The more it is postponed, the life will not find peace.

“I leave yes,” say goodbye Yura caressed Zefon's cheek.

“I'm behind you!” sahut Zefon kissed Yura's hand for so long, that the car began to depart.

The midnight street was packed with the Black Stone clan's motorcade. Zephon joined one of his men. But his eyes and ears focused on Yura's camera, car camera and CCTV camera that were hacked, around the luxury house that would be the place of their transaction.

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Not the whole car came in. Only a few followed Calvin's car, while others spread throughout the house to surround and prepare with their own weapons.

A gold colored suitcase is now carried by Yura. He came down after being opened the door by one of Zephon's subordinates. Featuring a stern, sadistic and cold face, Yura began to step over accompanied by Calvin beside her.

“Show your identity!”

Yura smiled obliquely, giving a business card that was already prepared. He handed it to the man who welcomed him.

After checking it out, the man returned it, “You've been waiting for, please go up to the second floor,” said the guard bowed.

Without saying anything, Yura stepped in with Calvin. There was no sound other than their feet when resting on each step of the stairs.

The door of a room was opened, allowing Yura and Calvin to enter ushered in by two gunmen. Yura was not at all daunted by the sight, still showing a cold look and look on her face.

Before long, their steps stopped. Someone was sitting on a high swivel chair against them.

“We've brought the money, sir! Can we start the transaction?” Yura let out her voice without a stale ado.

He put a suitcase of money on a large table, then unlocked it. A pile of money instantly looked dazzling.

The large chair was spinning, featuring a man with a violent face, a firm jaw and a moustache filled with feathers. His sharp eyes immediately shot a deep look at Yura. Her lips were slanted smile. Then turned to look at Calvin who gave the same gaze.

“Haha! Welcome, Miss. I thought you'd come alone. Apparently bring lackeys too!” said the man began to look around at the huge sheet of money before him.

“Can I receive the goods?” yura asked lazily in stale.

“Why rush once, Beautiful?” The voice of the man began to change. His gaze looked at Yura's body from top to bottom. His hand rubbed his chin repeatedly.

Yura clenched her hands, she already could not bear to immediately attack the old man. However, he also did not want to foil the plan neatly drawn up by Zephon.

“Mr Boris, where is the item?” Yura asked once more.

Out there, Zephones blood is boiling. His hands clenched tightly. He vowed to kill the perverted man for daring to look at his wife like that.

 

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