THE HEART OF THE MAFIA

Dissenters!

Alea smiled again with one hand pointing towards the front of the vase of flowers containing black and white roses that contained a pair of pigeons.

“Look, you think beautiful don't you?”

“Who allowed you to go?” hiss Evans.

“Nothing. But I have asked permission for you to continue to fall asleep,” Alea replied casually.

Evans squinted his two eyeballs. “Haish, where can it be, dear. Where can I give you permission when I'm not awake,” protests Evans, do not accept if his wife leaves without his permission.

Alea kissed the husband's cheek so that his emotions subsided and did not explode like this.

“Not to get angry, baby. You have just awakened,” persuaded Alea while looking at her husband with a loving look.

Evans breathed for a moment without breaking eye contact with his adorable wife. Retracting his wife's body back to be in his arms.

“You don't have to worry about me overdoing it, baby. I just went back there to buy it.”

Evans glared, but every sharp shot was always given a kiss by Alea so that the man could not be angry anymore. “I went there not alone. Hehehehe, I dragged that loyal accomplice of yours to accompany me to buy it!”

“Ahhh... It looks like I should punish, Mika then.”

“Haah? Nah! I don't agree, I'm wrong about why anyone else you should punish. Don't be like that, baby. Honestly, I don't like it. After all, I am also fine, just,” Alea said as she pleaded with Evans not to punish Mika.

“Your dissident base, baby!” decak Evans as he kissed the top of Alea's head which let out a long sigh.

 “Thank God you're happy, baby, because to me. You are the most important and the most important. You are my life, Lea.”

Alea was just silent and was running out of words for her husband. All Alea could do was hug Evans and tighten his arms.

Alea was happy because her husband had now returned from his long sleep.

“And thank you dear, you saved me, my husband.”

Evans smiled happily. “But, in the end. I'm the one who owes you my life again,”.

Alea smiled, closing her eyes tightly hugging her husband's body by listening to the sound of his heartbeat beating in rhythm and also the gentle touch of Evans stroking his head.

“After this, make me a brownie cake for me!”

Alea looked over, then laughed.

“Why are you crazy about my cake?”

“Maybe, because I'm so crazy about you. So what you made me want it just for me.

“Not for others and never go back to making cakes for others. Let Rafael be the last victim of my anger!”

Alea thought for a moment. How did fate, Mika, Berta, Anthony, Joe and Romeo including other bodyguards who often enjoy his homemade cake which is always accompanied by a cup of tea and coffee?

Are they the same will be the victims of Evans' anger because most often eat his cake?

“What do you do to Rafael?”

“There is! I won't tell you, because I won't argue with you later.”

“Ev...”.

“Hehehe. Anyway, I forbid you to make cookies for other people and I don't want to know I want brownies for you,” the door came back.

Alea laughed at Evans' reply with a kiss on his forehead. This incident made him realize, if Evans really sincerely loved him, he said,

But….

Child problems? Does he have to follow Evans' wishes who didn't want a child?

But, Alea was sure maybe for the time being not. But one day Evans will want it.

Yes, Alea would go to great lengths to fight for her wishes even if Evans would be angry and disagree with her wishes.

Children are the most missed by couples. It's a lie, if Evans doesn't want a child, right?

Never mind, Alea was confused to protest how else to her husband.

Evans is still in the healing stage even the man just regained consciousness. Not resting but instead helping to make brownies.

“Neither shall the brownies be finished if you hug me on a gini date, dear. Sit down well, let me finish making the cake batter first,” persuade Alea while rubbing both arms of Evans coiled around her waist.

“Ngak. I miss you dear.”

“I miss you too, Ev. Already yuk, I help you sit on the sofa there,” point Alea.

Evans shook his head, one hand rubbing and touching the bottom that felt warm.

“I can't resist this longing of mine for you anymore, baby. It has been two weeks I worked in Spain even two weeks nor was I unconscious.”

Alea looked over accompanied by a faint look. Alea was not unwilling, she also missed the caress of the husband. However, the current state that Evans just regained consciousness and insistent want his brownies cake.

“At this time you still remember your needs on that one, baby,” ledek Alea.

“Surely. I don't know I can't be far from you, holding you like this just makes my sister wake up baby.”

“Mean it don't be too late baby, you just woke up.”

Evans did not listen to Alea and was busy rubbing the bottom that had not been found in a month.

“Honey, one round yes just a minute.”

“Ev.. It's us in the kitchen. I'm afraid there's a waiter who sees us,” Alea whispered softly.

“Who dares to tease and see us in love? Are they tired of living, hmm?”

Evans lifts his wife's body and places it in his black mini kitchen. Disbursed dress the wife while lowering the training pants she wore.

“Ev, your arm will bleed again if you move a lot.”

“I don't care dear,” Evans replied as he rubbed his sister and led her to visit his house.

Evans cursed in the heart. Ah, I don't know why the wife's valley is so rapet make her sister's trouble.

“Save the dough first.”

“This stage I've poured live in the oven.”

“I'm also responsible, already standing.” Evans kissed Alea's lips gently and whispered in her ear.

“What are you wearing, baby?”

Alea raised her gaze accompanied by a squeak on her forehead. “Why?”

“My sister has trouble every time she comes in. It's too close, dear.”

“Ahh…. Ev, sick. Slowly.”

Evans gave a faint smile and moved his hips slowly while enjoying the warmth of his wife's valley that welcomed him. “Your sister is too fat, Ev.”

Evans laughed, but did not reduce the movement of his hips to go deeper into his warm wife's womb.

“Hmmpss, Ev..”

“Ya, darling…. Not five minutes please don't protest. Not good,” replied Evans already know with what the wife thinks.

Their spot is not in the room as usual but in a clean kitchen inside Evans' spacious and open private mansion.

Anyone, anyone can come in and see the activity, right?

“This is the name is not making brownies cake, Ev.”

Evans laughed softly as he kissed his wife's forehead.

“Ah, I shouldn't have asked for a brownie but asked for my ration that hasn't touched you in a long time, dear.”

This is how Evans who does not like to be denied especially regarding his wishes.

Already, can not stand anywhere for Evans it does not matter and anyone there is a person who bothers let alone disturb the heat in the kitchen.

The waiter who knew the melodious voice of the Madam and Master could only avoid changing with Mika who in the end had to keep watch so that no other maids would cross in the kitchen area.

Alea panted, staring at her husband's sweaty face. “We continue in the room only, dear.”

“Apah?”

“Keep the brownie how?”

Evans doesn't care anymore, after taking out his sister's army. Evans pulled back his training pants and tidied up his wife's clothes.

Alea gasped in shock, Evans who had just regained consciousness was now holding her bridal style and taking her out of the kitchen.

“Mika, please call Berta and ask for two brownie baking pans on the table in roast.”

“Good Mr.”

Alea snickered. “Jeez, Ev. Mika—”

Alea's mouth was gaping, Evans just chuckled as if he knew with his accomplice.

“He can't possibly peek at us baby. She was standing at the door for fear that someone might come in, it seemed like your sexy voice made Mika have to be on guard.”