THE HEART OF THE MAFIA

Hero Mischief!

"Take me off..."

“Ck! Let go, wrong yourself why you are too meddling, beautiful!”

Alea shook her head slowly. He interfered because he could not just stand by and watch a man hurt or torture a woman.

“Evaans... Please, help me!”

Bugs!

The two men holding Alea's hand were thrown hard into the streets. Alea turned her head then looked sadly as the husband came over with a terrifying aura.

Evans advanced with a vicious look at all the men in front of him. He kicked again the man who still called Alea's hand until no man held his wife's hand.

Alea, who was liberated, retreated and was replaced by Evans.

“Who are you! Don't search here with me!” sip Ria's growled with murderous gazes.

“Ck! How dare a stranger like you come in my territory and disturb the people here!”

“You who, huh?” exclaim the man in the hat who looks to think hard about the words of the opponent!

“Don't interfere with my business! Go!” continued.

Evans took a slow breath as he looked at his wife. Her lea was injured, not in her face, arms and legs. His wife's lips were torn and bleeding, which is what made the Italian ruler was angry.

Evans smiled obliquely, from the look was full of abomination. Both of his hands were tightly clenched.

“Sial once then your action is visible to me. Moreover you have hurt my wife.”

“She The Black Rose, Ev-Evans Colliettie, Boss,” whispered one of his men who recognized the figure of the man in front of him who was looking at him savagely.

The arrival of Evans Colliettie made the four men swallow his saliva deeply accompanied by a look of regret because they had been fighting with the woman who stood beside Evans Colliettie who was none other than his wife the Italian ruler, who was the ruler of Italy, The Black Rose's.

“I will not grant any forgiveness to all of you who have hurt my wife. GO TO THE HELL!”

The six men advanced at once. Huh, but not Evans Colliettie his name if he can kick to six men at once and give a crushing blow on the face for the man in the hat.

Not only that, Evans smashed an elbow into the back of the other man. Just tossed it by hand. The wood that was about to be struck on his face turned to grip the neck of the other man firmly until it grimaced in pain while fending off the other attack.

Bugs!

Bugs!

Bugs!

Evans's punch was relentlessly beating the six men before him.

“My wife,” calls Evans in between fights with her head turned to her wife for a moment.

The six men finally fell down and groaned in pain on the cold asphalt.

“Can you close your eyes and ears for a moment?”

Alea glared then gave a quick nod. “Then turn around, my wife,” pinta Evans who was directly obeyed by Alea.

Alea quickly turned around and crouched down to face Evans with her eyes closed and her hands tightly shut her ears.

The vegetables that Alea could hear were none other than the sound of gunshots coming out many times.

Alea's body trembled with tears falling between her fears. Originally, Alea only wanted to help the woman when no one else would help her, even though Alea understood the great risk.

Alea just couldn't bear to see him being persecuted like that. His heart, moved to help the woman and ignore his own safety.

His body was hugged from behind by someone. Warm breath just felt on his neck until his trembling body even more subsided.

When Alea opened her eyes, Alea felt her body lift up in a sling and moved away from the place which was directly beamed with the husband's beautiful golden green bead.

Do not ask again how the face of Evans who still looks angry with lips that clench silent while taking him away.

When Evans took her away, Alea was surprised to find some of Evans' men arriving. His head turned to the side in a small section, it turns out there are already many Evans men who handle the six men who are now lifeless in the hands of Evans Colliettie.

“Lea..”.

Evans' voice was so deep as to hold something back even though his eyes were looking forward.

Alea knew that Evans looked very angry at her, but still tried to keep her expression cold.

“Say something to me. Are you okay?”

“I'm sorry, Ev,” Alea said, slowly but steadily retracting her gaze instead of answering Evans' question.

“That's not enough for me, Lea,” Evans growled with the sound of teeth snapping and wrinkles on the husband's forehead.

Evans carried the wife to a small shopping street where they had been looking at the crafts on display along the way.

Alea swallowed his saliva deeply. I don't know, he's gonna have to do something to get Evans to forgive him this time. In fact, Evans was completely unwilling to look at her at all. Don't look at him glimpsed just don't.

“Do you know, Ev? I bought a pair of white pigeons to put on the roses that always decorate our room. It must be beautiful when you see a vase of flowers that have a pair of pigeons between black and white flowers. Ah, ja. Are you ma—"

Alea realized that the paper bag she was holding was now not in her arms, disappearing.

“Yes God must be me—” Alea drowned her face in the field of Dadan Evans and cried inside there.

“One-time fool. I must have dropped it. I thought it was on my wrist.”

“You are a fool, Lea. The nature of your curiosity as well as your curiosity that I always hated! And also—weak!”

Alea raised her gaze with one hand wiping away her tears. The gaze, Evans who was smiling at her made Alea speechless.

“But, as you once told you. Whatever you are, I will stand as a shield.”

Alea smiled broadly. “Thank you, Ev.”

Alea was feeling guilty. “And forgive me.”

“Look ahead,” Evans said, shifting Alea's words because Evans himself forgave his wife.

Alea immediately turned his head to the side, both of his eyes staring happily when he saw the vast ocean that lay before him. Sunset in the city of Naples is so beautiful orange.

Evans stands on the edge of the pier. “We better hurry so as not to lose the moment.”

“What moment?"

Evans deftly jumped down and landed on the speedboat deck that looked quite large and luxurious, then sat Alea on one of the seats.

Alea was confused as Evans nodded at a middle-aged man. I don't know what the two men were talking about and not long ago the middle-aged man passed away and followed by one of Evans's men who came with a medicine box to treat Alea's face.

“Where are we going, Ev?”