Tease My Sexy Bodyguard

Chapter 37 - Carving His Name

To welcome the arrival of the Castanov Variants, Ethan arranges a dinner with the man he has known for a long time.

They will eat at one of Ethan's restaurants that provides typical Italian food, the country of origin of the Variants.

"You don't need us to be with you?" peter asked as Ethan prepared.

"No, you just rest" Ethan said, taking out his gun, filling it with ammunition and putting it back in his pants.

Unlike the other Don mafia who will always be escorted, Ethan prefers to go alone if only for small business and still in a safe environment.

In Moscow, no enemy will approach Ethan let alone kill him after Ethan had slaughtered his enemy in broad daylight, in public places and witnessed by dozens of people. It proves that no one can beat Ethan.

"That's not your weapon, Mr Mayer, where's your real weapon?" ask Peter who just realized Ethan's weapon is different.

"I go first" Ethan said without responding to Peter's question.

"Maybe it's broken" Simon said after Ethan left.

"No way" Peter argued. "Today Mr. Mayer always carried his father's weapons."

"Maybe he just kept it, after all we know he's got a lot of different types of weapons" Simon said, reluctant to think about the trivial matter.

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Louisa secretly tries to find out about Ethan Eduardo Mayer on the internet, but Louisa finds nothing.

Now he entered the name The Eagle in Google search, Louisa's forehead wrinkled deep when looking at the history of the establishment of the organization that has its main headquarters in Moscow, Russia. The organization has spread throughout the world, including the UK.

"Oh my God, how could I fall in love with a criminal like this" Louisa muttered in disbelief. However, both of Louisa's eyebrows furrowed upon realizing something.

"Ethan is from London, her family background is a businessman. How could he be a mob Don in an organization that was established decades ago?"

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"Our fate is the same" Varian said as he poured a beer into Ethan's glass. "Sama-sama is not from a mafia family but is stuck at the top of this organization."

"The cruelty of life forces us into the most cruel valley" said Ethan. "Like a poison that must sometimes be fought with poison."

Variants agree.

The two handsome but cold-blooded men from the grudge were now toast.

"I hope you can visit Sicily one day, I will host you with the best banquet" Varian said.

"I'll let you know if I go there" replied Ethan.

The two also ate dinner while talking about their business, occasionally telling stories about the family that made the atmosphere a little melow.

"Are you not getting married?" ethan asked suddenly which made Variant chuckle.

"People like me don't have time to think about marriage, especially if it's on a revenge mission."

Ethan nodded in understanding, because that was also what happened to him. In fact, all this time he was never interested in women even though only to be taken to bed.

"Then what about you? Did you think about that?"

"I'm in love with you, Bodyguard"

Variant's question makes Ethan immediately remembered by the statement of Louisa's love that he rejects outright.

"I want to eat with my future girlfriend."

"If we get married, we have only two choices. The first choice is to have a lot of children. So that our children are not lonely if we are busy working,"

"I also will not give up on getting your love, for by having you my life will be perfect."

"You okay, buddy?" ask Varian who saw Ethan daydreaming.

"Ah .. yes," said Ethan, he sipped a beer to calm his feelings that suddenly back pounding.

"So aren't you thinking about marriage? Did a woman catch your attention?"

"I think it's better" Varian said with a slanted smile, as if he was hiding something in his heart.

After dinner, Varian returned to the hotel where he was staying. Ethan goes to a bar not far from the restaurant.

Ethan ordered some beer there and drank it until he got drunk.

"Why can't I forget it?" ethan has lost half of his consciousness.

He again sipped the beer from the bottle directly until it made his stomach feel full.

"I should be able to forget her, but why is she so stuck in my brain?"

"Damn it!"

PYARRRRR

Everyone screams in surprise as Ethan throws a beer bottle on the floor, but no one dares to reprimand Ethan Mayer.

"What's going on? Why is he always in my head?" stirring Ethan as he got out of his chair with a stagger, he almost fell but someone caught his body.

Instead of thanking him for his help, Ethan pushes the guy strong.

"Keep you away from me!" ethan exclaimed in annoyance, he again staggered out of the bar. Getting in the car and driving without fear it will harm him or anyone else.

"I work as a Bodyguard, I .. serve him for__" Suddenly Ethan felt nauseous, his stomach churned and soon he spewed out everything he had eaten and drunk in his sports car.

Ethan stops his car right in a place to make a tattoo.

Ethan suddenly smiles when he gets an idea, a smile that is exactly like a lost person.

With a still staggering step, Ethan went inside which made the people instantly seem frightened. Especially when Ethan undressed, showing off his athletic body and the tattoo that is the symbol of The Eagle.

"Don't be afraid!" ethan exclaimed while coughing.

"What can I do for you, Mr Mayer?" ask the owner of the tattoo.

"Can you draw a butterfly?" ask Ethan.

"Can, Mr. Mayer.

"Then make pictures of butterflies ...." Ethan was sitting cross-legged on the floor when not far from there was a special chair for customers.

"Here!" Ethan patted his right shoulder. The owner of the place immediately prepared the tools they needed.

"The butterfly has no wings and no brain" Ethan said later, leaving everyone perplexed.

"Let's do it quickly!" ethan's Word.

"But a butterfly without wings it .. unlike a butterfly, Mr. Mayer. I-it's like a caterpillar," the man's great-grandchild who already seemed so frightened.

"Da-and I don't know how to draw a butterfly without a brain" the man's ringist.

Butterflies without wings may still make sense. But a butterfly without a brain?

Does he have to draw a butterfly with his head split open and empty the contents of his head?

"Hey, that's easy!" ethan exclaimed with half-covered eyes and a consciousness that was at the end of a fingernail.

"Butterfly .. it's Lou. "

"B ... O ... U!"

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Some have not been acquainted with the Castanov Variants apparently.

Here, acquaintance first.