The Cute Girl of the Mafia

CHAPTER 83

The movement of hitting, dodging and gagging him is very deft. The angry aura Arthur saw from his wife's bead made him forget the world. The net is busy looking at something more interesting there. What an incredible agility.

"Arthur watch out!" Shouted Aisha when she saw a man about to hit her husband from behind. Suddenly Arthur fended off the attack, refocusing on each other's opponents. A bodyguard secured Myara upstairs. He also invites Aisha, but the girl shakes her head. Already already, so the meaning of his head bobble.

As the battle continued, Arthur's two eyeballs swept through the room. Apparently the mastermind behind all this is really cowardly, because only his men and right hand only appear. But the director of this incident went nowhere.

Hid

Now Aisha and Arthur are facing each other, staring at each other. Highlight Arthur's eyes asking for an explanation, yes, Aisha can catch that. He will explain everything later.

"Come, I'll take you upstairs. You'll be safe. " Arthur brushed aside all his curiosity, putting the wife's safety first.

"No Arthur, I'll stay. " Aisha kekeh answered.

"But-" Arthur's words were cut off by the kick thrown at him. There is no time, finally they together eradicate the enemy. Aisha is on the right while Arthur is on the other side. Remind each other when someone is off guard. The reinforcements came. Arthur's men split up to destroy what they were aiming for.

About an hour rolling, the body was lying on the floor. Longitudinally very sad. There are some who are still fighting but the numbers are already thinning.

Aisha and Arthur stood side by side, their two eyes similarly observing the room. After the atmosphere was quite calm, the two sat down. A face full of questions, annoyed and confused is created on the handsome face of Arthur. Aisha swallowed her saliva, her throat suddenly dried up to find a sharp gaze from her husband. Arthur's hand clasped his hand and pulled him towards the third floor.

***

The magnificent mansion of Arthur Anderson's possession looks ravaged. Goods, displays, jars, and furniture scattered out of place. A red stain could adorn the previously flawless white floor. The bodies of the enemy have either been moved. The injured Regdator members were given the best care. Doctor gets an emergency call in the cold of the night, let alone some closed road access inexplicably.

Several police cars were parked in Anderson's courtyard. The men in uniform investigated the incident. Lucky there is Reynard the genius when the situation is precarious, can handle all. Their power and influence made it easy regardless of the questions of the officers. The evidence collected clearly shows that they were the ones who were attacked first, from CCTV, witness testimony, servants and guards. Everything cleared up, the trail trail was quickly obliterated.

The officers returned empty-handed. On condition of further information from the victim.

***

After it was felt that everything was quite conducive, the servants, bodyguards and others had also straightened their backs on a soft bed. The clock shows at 1 am, Aisha is sitting on the edge of the bed, linking her fingers down there. Arthur stood right in front of him, his gaze extremely difficult to decipher. Moreover, the woman only dared to glance at it.

"You owe me an explanation. " Arthur said flatly, still not taking his eyes off.

Huh, Aisha sighed exorcising uneasily. "All right, listen to me. But don't interrupt me until I'm done talking. " Arthur just nodded slowly.

The girl told me everything in detail, yes there may be some who were missed. Too many tragedies in the past make Aisha sometimes forget. Arthur never listens, from how a little boy named Aisha knows the world of the mafia. What age did he learn everything. Her teenage years are very different from the rest of the girls. If most of them will spend time to love monkeys, gather with friends, or other fun activities. In the time of searching for that identity, Aisha has found her true identity. He was forged, undergoing vigorous physical and mental training. He spent his time studying weapons, modern technology and war strategies.

"I was good at computers when I was 10, not knowing what I was doing with my brother's advanced computer. While I was braining her, I accidentally hacked a file at one of my father's hotels. Since then, my father has decided to send me to Chicago for a few years with Yudhi's brother for private training there. Closing my identity. " Aisha took a breath for a moment.

"When I was 12 years old, I was kidnapped and forced to become a hacker by some kind of person. From then on, my father became more possessive of me. " Staring into her husband's eyes deeply, the man seemed still speechless. Aisha is not finished talking.

The story continues, this time it leads to another name for the woman. El Taylor's. The name of the pride of the gift of daddy Martin is very valuable for his life.

Arthur was stunned to hear the fact he had just received. His eyes were perfectly rounded, his mouth slightly agape and irregular breaths.

Something that had plagued his mind for years was finally revealed as well. El Taylor, a name that has long been a mystery in the world of the American mafia since it was known to disappear in recent years. Man is always sought, but never found. More precisely they do not recognize that what is sought is in plain sight. Some believe that he is a man, others think that he is a woman. Who would have thought, the name that many years in the investigation of the mafia was just a young girl who was sweet, chatty and a lot of behavior like her. The black world would be stunned hearing this fact!. Yeah, Aisha that's the guy.

"You-you.. " Arthur can't say a word. Surprised, confused and shocked into one. The teak in his head was answered already. The memory of when he and El met a few years ago rotates in his head like a big screen movie. Dancing in Arthur's mind. But wait, Aisha didn't tell me about it at all. Did he forget or what.

"You and El Taylor are the same person? Then you're also-"

Aisha nodded, understanding what her husband said." Yeah, I'm the number six that Rey's investigating." He honestly already knew what mission Rey hadn't completed until now.

Aisha's forehead frowned as her husband walked away from her presence. He thought Arthur was angry, but seeing the man enter the walk on closet relieved him.

It seems Arthur isn't mad at me. Huh! In the end, there are no secrets in our marriage.

Out of the closet carrying a box, Arthur swung his leg, sitting next to his wife. Aisha looked at the confused thing. Elegant gold engraved full box. It looks like a classy plan.

"What's this?"

"Find out for yourself!" Aisha opened. The contents are very simple, why items like this should be stored in a gold box. So overrated. "Just tear the scarf away? I thought it was a secret message or something! " Aisha laughed, making Arthur frown in annoyance. In his expectation, his wife would cry and hug him tightly. But he laughed instead.

"You don't remember!" His tone sounded annoyed. The look on her face bent as Aisha shook her head innocently.

''You!- "

"I was just kidding. " Excited Aisha who is now observing the item is late. Dive into his innermost thoughts, remembering what his brain could accomplish.

"Come, shake my hand and introduce yourself to me." Aisha extended her small hand.

"Arthurian. Arthur Anderson, head of the Regdator organization of America." The man welcomed Aisha's hand. A knotty and charming smile appeared engraved on her face. Aisha smiled.

The memories of a barrage of bad memories of his past rise up, from the start of his abduction. Meeting with Pither. The shooting tragedy that put him in a coma. And most importantly, the meeting with Arthur that he had forgotten about.

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The follow-up is still otw :/