The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 83: ONLY VOTES

Night, Queen. We brought the girl, would you like to open her blindfold?" The first man in charge gave a report while positioning the girl to stand properly.

Asfa let go of his embrace, then put the index finger in front of his lips so that Rose did not make a sound. "Leave him here! You can go back to the car."

The men took their hands off the girl, then walked away like the queen ordered. Then, Asfa turned to look at the girl her husband had chosen as a spy. The girl with the height that was almost on par with her daughter Rose.

"Relax, why breathe hunting like that? Tonight, you just have to listen to my voice." Asfa untied the girl's hand, while Rose could only watch what her mommy was doing. "What's your name?"

"Prita Amara." Replied the girl in an anxious voice, for some reason there was a tinge of doubt from the rhythm that Asfa was listening to.

Rose was surprised, wanting to walk forward to see. But the mother's hand signals give orders to keep her distance. Then, Asfa held both of Prita's arms. Let the body turn in the other direction. Now their positions are turned on each other.

Asfa pulls the bond that closes Prita's eyes, "Don't move! Tell me, how's the outcome of your investigation? Is there any development."

That question, why exactly like the one who told him to obey whatever the four men who would casually abduct with permission. Wanted to be vigilant, but the heart said nothing suspicious.

"My research results are still a quarter. All the clues you gave still did not find a bright spot. I've been trying to get to that village, even seeing the whole house from the only witness, but the results are nil." Prita told him everything he did, making Asfa smile thinly.

For fifteen minutes. Asfa let Prita storyteller. Every piece of information was not difficult for him, but for Rose it was the most important thing. At least the princess knows. If in the case that befell Nara. Not just a simple case.

Asfa was only trying to give a bright path because he knew. If Rose is still less able to handle this matter, "I give her one chance. Return it to the car, and don't look back. But one bullet will go through your heart. If ...,"

"I won't look." Reply Prita understood the threat was only to test his loyalty. After all, how would he betray, he remembered still having to find his older brother who he said was in a rehabilitation center.

Prita's departure, made Asfa pull his daughter's hand. Then, give a signal to ride the motor. Both of them simultaneously start the engine motor. Then leave the place through another road. The sound of the roar of the vehicle away, did not distract Prita.

The girl refrained from following her curiosity. It was all because he was self-conscious, who he was at the moment. Although, he did not know why his life had become so complicated. The dilemma felt by Prita, was also felt by a shoulder-length hair girl.

Where the girl went on hunger strike. The servants who tried to persuade, even hurt. There's just what Della can use to drive away everyone who really disturbs her composure. Burning emotions are becoming more uncontrollable.

"You why? Your face and hands are hurt. Someone can explain. What the hell is going on here?" Mr. Vincent frowned, how not to be confused. When he had just arrived home, the servants gathered together in front of the entrance with frightened faces.

"Sir, Miss is no longer war ....,"

Mr. Vincent knows what one of his servants will say. Just suddenly his hand was raised giving a loud slap until the waiter staggered and hit the other waiter who was behind. His eyes flashed with a hand that still left a hot sensation.

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