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"Damn! Alex, tell him to hurry, I don't want to lose the moment I see my wife."

"Please be patient, Senor. It can't be done all you want."

"Bajingan!" Max swears and hits Alex on the back until the man grimaces the ashes. "Set this off you can't, how will you deal with that cunning and ruthless guy?"

Alex just held back his emotions. If you are both emotional, then there will be no peace in this.

All the time since his wife's departure, Max has been cranky and angry for no apparent reason. Wreaking her anger at the closest person and torturing Alana was her favorite.

"What are you doing with that beard? Is he dead?"

"As you ordered, Senor. Everything is still in control."

"Hurry up on this plane, damn it! Go tell the fucking brengseekk who's in control, otherwise his head won't just beheaded today!"

"Senor, relax ...." Alex is warning me.

"Don't say anything if your hands don't want to be targeted!"

Since all access to Naples was closed by Stephen, Max had to bear the shame and ask Silver for help from Brazil. And the plane he was in was a little old and old-fashioned so the speed was not in accordance with his expedition.

Silver. Damn it, the old fox who already had the child was still very fond of playing tricks on him just because he had gotten out of control and drunk in his mansion at that time.

Therefore, his anger again peaked and wanted to get an impingement. Irritated, he got up from the chair and headed for the empty cabin where a black-haired woman had abandoned him.

The woman's clothes were torn to shreds and never replaced. His face was full of bruises and new wounds. The scratches, slaps and grips that Max gave her really tortured the appearance and also the physical woman.

"You're alive, nalaang?! Then today I will take you to the hell you were supposed to be!"

Max lifts Alana from where she is lying, walks quickly to the window of the plane and shakes Alana's body. "Death to you, bitch!"

His demonic rarity echoed in the air looking at the pleading expression of the woman who could barely move and speak it. Yes, Max tortured Alana with his own hands until the woman completely lost power.

Max no longer cares if Alana is a woman, which in his heart he does not want to torture or touch women with his hands.

Because he had completely lost control, let alone hearing the news that there was an auction of the Camorra clan tonight. And of course the auction covers anything that is illegal.

The business that the clan developed was the same as it did. But what distinguishes it further is the prostitution and sale of humans and important human organs traded through auctions that occur four times a year.

Max had a bad feeling and it added to his anger with a plane that was as slow as the tortoise.

"I don't think you care about your life after getting me drunk, netaang! And I am also very kind to have kept you alive until this afternoon. You should thank me for the rest of your life, nalaang!"

Max pulled the woman's hair rough and hit her head into the fuselage. "I won't make your life happy either. My wife is suffering because of what you did, and I repay her for her. I'll make you enjoy life like that, live but feel like you're in hell."

Alana can't open her eyes anymore while Max is still clutching her neck and hair together. The man became a demon monster in a short time due to the departure of his wife.

The woman was helpless. Since Max tortures her all-out, the power to survive is absorbed as Max rarely feeds her. And if it is packed, it is measured and should be as big as a small child's fist and water only as much as five milliliters.

The skinny and scarred body made Max snort cynically. He violently grabbed Alana by the face and slapped her cheek until it bled again.

"Prepare yourself well tonight. You should be able to work for me if you still want your life to be in your body" Max sighed with a threatening gnash of his teeth.

No answer from the woman made Max laugh with satisfaction. This is what he expected. Be quiet and listen, and do your job well.

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He maintained his flat face. With her feet steadily stepping wherever Stephen's men pulled her, Sara hoped there would be a light that could pull her out of there.

Plus Stephen talked to him this afternoon. The past special relationship between Max and the tattooed man was terrible.

It is inconceivable that they are partners of darkness that is so feared even though Max has gone off that path. And the bitter reality that hurts more, all have a relationship with the mother, Alara.

His heart throbbed in pain, as if stoned a sharp stone and made it crumble. The reality heard from Stephen's mouth was the same as what Peter had said that day.

Even more that makes Sara want to explode, Peter and Max together play tricks on her. For whatever reason ended up in Max's hands, Sara was disappointed.

In the silence entering a dark room scented with alcohol, Sara laughed bitterly.

My life is over here. What else do I expect from this man? He was not here even though it was already a day after the arrival of the letter.

And the welcome from a flirtatious man made Sara shudder in fear. The man stroked his whole body and kissed his collarbone.

"You're very fragrant, dear. I hope I can enjoy you tonight" said the man, who Sara is alleged to be Stephen's guest of honor tonight.

"Please open the way, sir. Mr. Elijah is waiting in that room."

A boy who dragged Sara earlier blocked the steps of the man who was about to touch Sara again and it made the woman sweetly brown exhale in relief.

"Let's go, madam!"

"Yes!"

Back walking in that lightless dark corridor, no matter what happened, Sara could only hear the sound of the padlock coming into contact with the iron pillar.

"What are you doing, damn it?"

"Sorry, Madam. This is Lord Elijah's order!"

Sara tried to wriggle but even her head was stumbled and fell.

Groping around her, Sara is convinced that she is in an iron prison. And unfortunately, he could not see anything even though he wanted to conquer the iron bars.

"Take me off, you son of a bitch! You don't know who you're dealing with! I'm Max's wife!"

And the sound of cynical oddity sounded creepy, Sara came to a halt. "Who are you?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am, you'll definitely be satisfied by my game tonight."

"What are you going to do, asshole?!!"

"At least, not for now. You have to come to me by legal means" said the man and passed away.

"Hey, wait! What do you mean?!"

No more answers, Sara exhaled. Not knowing what to do under such circumstances, Sara resigned herself to the circumstances.

She wanted to trust Max because of the writing, but until recently, the man had not shown her the stem of his nose. And Sara wants to give up. I don't want to trust Max anymore.

Perhaps the best way is to escape Max and Stephen's reach after a peak night.

Sarah prayed to remove the fear in her heart. He hopes that there will be a miracle that will change the story tonight.

The long, action-packed night is about to begin!

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