THE HEART OF THE MAFIA

Husband's Identity!

“Fuck the Evans Colliettie!”

The swearing made Alea instantly raise her gaze when she saw the cake batter that was being made.

He saw the figure of a large-bodied foreign man standing in front of the kitchen door with a feeling of fear.

Alea thought it was Massimo or Lucas.

But, not because the man had jet black hair with his sharp-looking eyes.

The man's expression looked so violent and there was no smile etched on his face.

The aura that emanated was intimidating, reminding her of Evans, though not as handsome as her husband. Yes, even though their expressions are similar.

“Even that vile man did not invite me at his wedding. You jerk!”

The man's words sounded loud even to the point of echoing in his kitchen.

Alea circulated a look looking for Berta who had been sitting sweetly in the high chair. Unfortunately, Berta was not there, even Mika who had been walking back and forth like an iron had not been dry and full of guard was not everywhere.

‘Gosh, where did they go,’ Inner Alea.

‘He who? What's Evans' enemy?’

Alea turned to the right and left looking for some of Evans' men in front. Ah, somehow today Alea is so unlucky because there is no one.

‘If he's an enemy of Evans why did he get into this mansion? Even up to Evans private mansion?’

‘Jeez, where are those guards?’ inner Alea unceasingly asked, will the disappearance of all the inhabitants of the mansion.

“Who are you?” alea asked in an octave tone, going up.

“If you want to meet my husband. He's not here!” alea said to the man in front of her.

“What, husband?”

The cry that sounded terrifying and along with the aura of the man that was so clearly emanating was powerful that Alea could see even though it was blocked by the mini kitchen.

Unknowingly, Alea subconsciously took the knife carefully and held it tightly.

“Yes God, who exactly is this man?” inner Alea.

Unexpectedly, the man laughed widely with a face that looked terrifying.

“Who are you, huh?”

The foreign man tried to approach her with a wary attitude, while Alea stood up in a ready manner to hit him if the man was about to hurt her.

There was no one in this room who would help her and unfortunately, Alea was wearing a knee-length dress.

The foreign man continued to step forward and approach, making Alea instantly attack with a knife.

Surprised when, the man could pick up the knife he held tightly by slightly hitting his hand.

But, it wasn't Alea if she had no other way. Alea managed to elbow her stomach until the man retreated backwards with a cruel look accompanied by a terrifying smile.

The man remained silent and approached. However, Alea's swift movements made the man gasp in shock when he got a kick right in his stomach so the man fell on the floor with Alea's hands clasped tightly together.

“Stop, stop Mrs Colliettie, I'm sorry I scared you.

“Please don't hit me again I'm afraid of being killed by Mr. Colliettie if I've made his beloved wife hurt.”

Alea gawked listening to the foreign man begging for mercy.

“You showed?” firmly Alea looked at the man in front of her who stood holding onto the stomach.

“Criminals? Does my face look like a villain, Mrs?”

“Ya,” Alea replied, short.

The man snorted softly as he stared at the pretty face of Mrs Colliettie. There is a heart that murmurs that a ruthless Mafia like Evans is so lucky to get a woman who looks similar.

No, weak and able to master martial arts that is a suitable partner to accompany a figure like Evans who incidentally is always in the dark world.

“Gosh. I'm handsome like this where it might be a villain, Mrs.”

The man stepped closer to Mrs Colliettie, the big lady in the mafia mansion and reached out his hand to shake hands.

“Include. My name is Rafael, one of his secretaries and confidant Mr. Evans Colliettie.”

“Secretary?” repeat Alea who was called fast by a man named Rafael.

“Yes, Mrs Colliettie. With the many assets that a Evans Colliettie has, of course he must have a competent, hardworking and commandable secretary of his own There's a sentence on the other end that's true. The man is always as good as the heart rules.

Rafael is still holding his stomach that hurts from Mrs Colliettie's unusually hard kick, lucky that woman is his Nyonya, if not for sure Rafel has already returned the favor.

“Sorry, if I have scared you Mrs, and please forgive my impolite words to curse your husband.

“But there's a reason I cursed your husband. I was angry when I found out the man was married without inviting me. I came here to see him live and—"

Rafael looked at Alea while acting up by folding his arms around his chest.

“I can't believe what I've seen, it turns out Mrs Colliettie is good at martial arts.

“I'm amazed by your powerful kick it.”

Rafael's nose sniffed the strong aroma of cake in this kitchen.

“Since I came, I was so breathless when I smelled the aroma of the cake from Mr. Colliettie's private mansion.”

“What does not smell good to make you short of breath?”

“Ah, certainly not. My stomach is hungry.”

Rafael gave a grin accompanied by his eyes to look at a glimpse of the cake batter made by Mrs Colliettie. The man sighed softly and melena salivanya deeply.

“Look at the cake you made, very delicious. Ah, but I can't seem to taste it. Is this for your husband, Mrs?”

Alea was silent for a moment, taking her breath slowly. He saw a few panes lined up. He didn't know who the cake he was making was for because Evans had been leaving it for two weeks.

Alea who more often makes hard cakes with several flavors and also creations of course the cake made a lot of it rather than redundant, Alea always gave it to Berta to share with others.

“Oh yes, Mrs. Mr. Colliettie will be arriving shortly and you should be ready.”

“For what?”

“Have followed my words. You should get ready.”

Alea did not listen to the man's words, she further continued her activities that were interrupted by the man. Pour the cake batter into the baking pan and put it in the oven and set the time.

“Come, Mrs. The time has passed,” said Rafael, again.

 “Do you want to taste it?”

“Hmm. I want to."

“Of course you can, as long as you want to wait for the cake that is in the oven there,” indicate Alea.

Rafael smiled happily, his eyes were perfectly rounded.

“Thank you very much, Mrs.”

“Hm...”.

“Is your stomach still hurting gonna kick me? Seems like I've noticed you're holding your stomach?”

“Sick Mrs, you kick hard.”

“I'm sorry if so, as my apology. You can spend the cake if it is ripe.”

Rafael immediately smiled widely. “Thank you Mrs Colliettie.”

“Sama-sama.”

Just as Alea was about to turn around, Alea remembered something.

“Rafael.”

“Yes, Mrs?”

“What two weeks is this Evans going with you?”

“Sure! After enjoying four months of leisure with his beloved wife, Mr. Colliettie returned to work because there was so much work to be done.”

“This is a leave that makes me short of breath for too long and makes me tired!” rafael grumbled, annoyed and slightly confided.

Four months of sabbatical for ordinary employees must have been deposed and fired raw. But if the one on leave during that time is the owner of his own company, Rafael must say what?

The man was willing to work rods, back and forth up and down private jets to take care of all Evans Colliettie's business.

Rafael snorted softly. "Just a day of work alone has made my eardrum feel will break and my earlobe so hot until almost two weeks, because your husband grumbled more because he missed his beloved wife at home.”

‘Just like that?’ inner Alea.

 There was a hint of longing and also a pleasure to listen to the man's words after Alea's hatred so much for her husband.

“Actually what kind of work does Evans do with you? What kills people?” asked Alea, spontaneously.

Rafael's eyeballs rounded wide while Alea somehow suddenly became curious about what her husband was doing until he left her for two weeks without any news.

“Killing people, Mrs?”

Alea gave a nod, steady. Rafael raises his eyebrows.

“Do you not know, who is the man you married, Mrs? What work? How many assets? A fortune? Money in the bank?”

Alea stared in silence, of course, how she could find out who her own husband was and Alea did not want to know the husband.

“Hm. I'm not interested in finding out who Evans Colliettie is because I know he's a ruthless Mafia all over Italy."

Raphael frowned in wonder. “That's it, Mrs?” asked Rafael again who was called steady by Alea.

Who Evans is, Alea doesn't know. All Alea knew was that Evans Colliettie was just a ruthless mobster.

Rafael clucking. “Seriously you don't know who, J Evander Duquaire Colliettie?”

Alea blinked her two eyeballs quickly.

“Who-who? J, what was it?”

Rafael grew even more confused at the plain woman in front of him.

“You do not know your own husband's full name, Mrs?” ask Rafael in wonder.

Alea shook her head, no. Raphael took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“J Evander Duquaire, Mrs. Besides your husband's a mafia boss that everyone knows. The Black Rose is the fiercest of all Italians, who say no mercy and kill people to their roots.

“But your husband is a successful businessman. In the legal and also illegal business.”

“What is his illegal business?” asked Alea, curious.

“Mr Colliettie has a business of firearms, explosive devices and customers are no longer from the ordinary but already from the elite.

“Mr Colliettie also has a syndicate of trained hitmen with fantastic pay, renting out spy agencies that are no doubt."

“Oke..enough Rafael,” sidelines Alea fast.

Though Rafael still want to explain at length how the richest mafia number 2 in Europe.

“Then is it legal?”

“Mr Colliettie has 5 major companies located in Asia, Europe and even the Americas.

“JE Crops is the name of a company that has been worldwide in the field of construction and technology.

“Other businesses, casinos spread across Asia, Europe and America. Night club. Factories in industry, furniture.

“Mr Colliettie also has a luxury car showroom and also several five-star hotels do not miss shopping centers, properties, stocks, own Bank and—"

“Ohh, fine if so. Thank you Rafael I'd better get ready.”

Alea turned around, ignoring Rafael's cry.

“Did Mrs Colliettie realize you were married to a crazy and cruel rich man?

Alea grunted softly. “Mrs Colliettie, if you are interested in spending Mr. Colliettie's money I will gladly accompany you where you go to spend Mr. Colliettie's money,” cried Rafael.

Alea simply replied with a wave of his hand and left without responding to Rafael's words. Alea was not interested in Rafael's story of the husband's wealth at all.

Honestly, as rich as the current husband is to Alea is certainly not important if Evans' wealth can not make him breathe calmly.

His life will never change and will be the same as the five pets who had previously stopped at this mansion. All his life, he would be confined in the gold cage of the mafia.

‘Yes, it will never turn me into another normal woman in general. Enjoying her freedom and quiet life without any real fear in every one that comes my way, Alea's inner’.

Even so, there was a small heart that made Alea amazed by the success of her husband as successful as that.

‘I finally know at least who you are my husband, even though I am not interested in the property you have. All I want is new life normally.’