THE HEART OF THE MAFIA

Fear Losing!

“Where are we going, Ev?”

“Later you also know.” Evans sat down next to his wife and opened the medicine box to treat the wounds on Alea's face. The wife's cheeks were still red with the corners of her lips and the blood now dried.

“What really is okay?” ask Evans again to be sure.

Alea's feelings grew more and more erratic as Evans again called out her name. Not a word of affection that Evans would say every day to him, but calling his name Lea.

“I'm fine.”

Alea bowed her head while Evans cupped Alea's face and treated the wounds on her face.

However, not with the medicine that the man has held where one hand holds a cotton swab that has been applied with the drug, he said, but Evans kissed the wound on the cheek and also the corner of Alea's lips slowly.

Alea gasped with a slight sting without breaking eye contact with the husband.

“Anyone who has given a wound to your body deserves to die. That's my promise to you even I've said there are no more injuries.  But, this—”

Evans exhaled, looking at Alea's cheeks that were still flushed. Gently rubbed it and then kissed it again.

“Not going to happen again!”

“Pardon me, Ev.”

Alea felt more guilty for not listening to her husband. Alea was embarrassed by her pretentious attitude like a misfortune hero, Alea again lowered her gaze in front of Evans.

Evans stared at Alea for a moment, his wife turning silent. He carried his wife's little body into a tight embrace.

“I forgive you, baby. So, don't go like that again ya.”

Evans raised his grieving wife's face as he had not yet received an answer. Evans kissed Alea deeply.

“Do not be weak with others. Never look at people who don't have the heart to be hurt by others because it harms you, baby. You listen?”

Alea gave a slow nod. “There is no social soul anymore at this time because you are mine and I do not want you to be a hero of misfortune.”

Alea lowered his face again and again Evans raised Alea's face so that his wife would look at him as he spoke.

“Remember me when you are weak with people. If you are doing anything until you leave me, please remember me.” Press Evans in every word.

“Remember my fate when you leave me. Don't give me any wounds with your departure, Lea. I love you so much.”

Alea stared with two wet eyes, how much love Evans had for her?

“You are my life. The life I always keep to accompany this miserable devil like me. So, please think twice before you act, Lea.”

“Ev...” Evans wiped away the tears of his wife that had fallen on his cheek.

“I love you, Lea. So, please throw away your high social psyche I don't like!”

Alea hugged Evans. “I'm sorry, Ev.”

Evans brought Alea back into his arms and kissed her old forehead. “I always forgive you dear.”

Alea held onto Evans' arm which was on his chest.

“I love you so much, Lea. So please don't ever let go of my hand again.

"I'm really afraid of losing you,” Evans wholeheartedly said.

His love was only Alea and his life was only for this woman he embraced. As Mika said, if he had fallen even deeper along with this stupid woman.

Alea gave a slow nod as she turned her head to look at the husband. Alea smiled and kissed Evans' lips first.

“Do we need to go to the hospital to check all these injuries, hm?”

Evans took a deep breath and pulled his wife back into his arms to make his heart completely calm.

“Where are we going, Ev?”

Evans smiled as he let go of his embrace, it was time for him to leave. The man did not answer immediately but wore his sunglasses after giving a kiss on the top of his wife's head.

“Seeing the beauty of Naples with my wife.”

Afterwards the speedboat Evans drove quickly towards the blue ocean and away from the port.

Alea's feelings are better now. She stood side by side with her husband until Alea unconsciously hugged the husband's arm and rested her head on Evans' shoulder.

“If I knew we were going to travel like this I should have made cookies at home. Where else have I not tasted that new recipe cake, delicious or not.”

“Not to worry, baby. We still have pizza, I bought it. Later, I will finish the cake you made at home. So take it easy,” said Evans accompanied by a kiss on the lips of the wife.

“Hmm...” Alea muttered long while thinking and it made Evans turn his head for a moment.

“What's up, baby?”

“I'm not sure if the cake I made is still there.”

Evans's forehead frowned. “Why do you say that?”

“It looks like Rafael has finished all the bread I've baked.”

“Damn it, the jerk!” sumpat Evans while stopping his speed boat. Evans pulled out his phone and pressed Rafael's number.

“Not that I've ever told you, baby? Never make any food or any cake for anyone else and any man included, that jerk Rafael!” decak Evans, angry.

During his marriage to Alea, Evans never tasted cake made by his wife. Obviously, he's angry.

“But instead of kam—”

“Yes, Mr. Colliettie. Rafael speaking.”

Across there Rafael's forehead frowned when Evans contacted him with a video call let alone his expression was so ruthless as if wanting to swallow him alive.

“What's up, Mister?”

Alea breathed a moment from Evans' phone screen from the side only Alea could see Rafael sitting in the dining room.

“Master, is Mrs Colliettie with you?” rafael asked casually. His face was also cheerful.

“Are you asking my wife, huh?”

“I just want to thank your wife. Yes God.” Rafael shows a small box of pieces in front of the screen.

“This is the last piece of cake that Mrs Colliettie made.” Alea nibbled her temple and dodged from the mobile screen brought close by her husband and Evans picked it up.

“Yes God. This is the best cake I've ever eaten. Mrs Collietie you are so talented making this cake.”

“Ck! How dare you eat my wife's cake, Rafael!”

The man snorted. “I'll kill you after I get home from here later, Rafael. Contact Mika to prepare your funeral later!” decak Evans, angry.

“Jeez, Van. What was my mistake until I had to prepare the funeral everything?”

Obviously Rafael who was still in the mansion was confused by what Evans Colliettie said.

“Clearly because you have dared to eat my wife's cake, Rafaell!” decak Evans's.

Threats from the mafia made the young man immediately choke and cough while Alea just silently pretended to look to the side shifted a sharp gaze from the husband who returned angry because it was only because of thekue gara.