THE HEART OF THE MAFIA

The condition!

“You can't leave us, this.”

The woman, about forty years old, opened the window curtain of her house.

“His men will certainly look for your existence throughout this city.”

Alea who was standing staring at the glass window that was covered in white curtains also saw it.

For a moment, the woman took a deep breath with a full mind.

The sight of pedestrians who every day Alea looked at the always crowded passing in front of a small house in a narrow alley.

“Quickly or later, they will definitely find you.”

Alea let out a long sigh again then turned her body right in front of a woman sitting not far from him.

The woman with curly hair was also looking at him.

“I know that,” Alea replied accompanied by a bitter smile.

“I have to get out of here as soon as possible. I don't want to get caught by his men.”

“Go?” repeat the woman Alea called her quick.

“Where will you go without letters, hmm?” The woman's voice sounded anxious.

Alea did not expect that her runner from the Evans mansion would be lucky.

After getting out of the small truck and stopping at one of the restaurants that dropped groceries made Alea go out and explore the city of Naples with the aim of finding an inn.

“It will be difficult, Alea,” the woman continued.

Alea went back to silence with her thoughts. At first, Alea thought it would be better to be in a room away from people who were chasing her.

Alea had to think hard for his plans to leave Napoli and not hang around out there. Surely, danger always threatens his life if Evans' enemies find out or find him.

But, unfortunately a week ago Alea had escaped from Evans mansion, it was not as easy as Alea had imagined.

Just to find a single inn turned out to be so difficult because Alea could not show the same letters or identity even though Alea was carrying a large amount of cash in her pants pocket.

This runner had no plans and suddenly once there was a chance. Alea's mistake, of course, she did not bring all her identity that had been held by her own husband.

Alea was like a bum out there, crouching like a traveler confused and also frightened.

Unexpectedly, Alea got lucky from a woman who saw her and took her to shelter in her house.

Surprised, the woman who brought him was the woman Alea had once helped the incident a month ago.

The woman who was subjected to acts of maltreatment from the association of six men in a human trafficking syndicate on the streets near the Naples dramaga.

“Can I borrow your phone once again, via?”

Her name was Silviana. A kind-hearted woman who is willing to hold it while at home that looks simple, as an expression of gratitude and also return the favor for the incident.

Silvia also recounted and apologized when the incident he instead chose to leave because of fear.

How shocked when Silvia found out that the woman who had helped him turned out to be the wife of a mafia ruler, Evans Colliettie aka The Black Rose is the ruler.

Silvia gave her phone and Alea quickly pressed the number she had memorized. Of course, Jeon and Mike. Unfortunately, the two memorized numbers are inactive.

“Do you not remember your other friend's phone number?”

Alea shook his head slowly, he did not know Jessie's number. Had Alea known she might have contacted him first.

“Ya Lord...” Alea muttered in despair.

Alea was silent again thinking. “Did you go back to your husband's house?”

Alea took a deep breath, then shook her head. “I just want to go away from him, Via.”

Even if Alea's words were always the same. But in his heart for a week at Silvia's house.

 The shadow of the husband's handsome face can never go from his sight, even Evans always comes in his dreams.

Yeah, Evans haunts her all the time.

“I am not from Italy. If my house is close still in this country maybe I will not be confused to go home to my own home. But, in fact my house is so far from here,” said Alea.

“You poor woman, although your fate is a little lucky to be the wife of the ruler of my country.

“Thankfully you weren't kidnapped and sold to a striped-nose guy out there like my brother who somehow you're in a country of people.”

I don't know how many times Alea exhaled, but all Alea could do was that.

 “You are more fortunate than the many women in the world can be loved by the ruler even though yes, your life must be imprisoned in a magnificent palace along with a cruel man who is so scary.

Alea took a breath back and looked at Silvia. “You don't have much to think about.

“You can stay in my small house for a while, Alea.”

Alea nodded slowly. “Thank you, Silvia. Sorry I've been troubling you so much.

“And I'm so saddened by what hit your sister. I can only pray that your sister out there is okay,” Alea said sincerely.

Silvia looked at the picture of her sister on her front desk.

“Yes. Hope he's in there okay.”

Both Alea and Silvia, the two women were both staring at the photo that became the only memory displayed on the table.

True Silvia said, the luck is less lucky not to be sold and not be a satisfied striped nose out there though yes, yes, Alea must accept being imprisoned in a magnificent palace alongside a devil with a face that resembles an angel like Evans Colliettie.

Alea was always wondering. Just try to listen to Jessie's words not to come to Mike Shander in London maybe his fate will not be like this.

However, it's a pity that maybe all this is his lifeline and it's his destiny to meet Evans Colliettie.

Alea was already unable to dodge the reality. Inevitably, Alea had to accept it even though it felt like Alea wanted to refuse.

“How are you doing Alea. Are you feeling better?”

Silvia averted the conversation looking at Alea in front of her.

 “I feel better Silvia, thanks to the herbal medicine you made for me. Now I feel healthier.”

That night, when he escaped. Alea's condition is not healthy. It was probably because Alea was exhausted even though she did not do any heavy work inside her house.

However, it was Evans who always overwhelmed him and also exhausted.

His mind, physical and also his mind. Maybe that's what makes Alea's head full of all Evans' painful words that make his condition weak.

“I'm so grateful that my herbal medicine can help you, Alea.”

Alea smiled bitterly, I don't know what she was really sick with. Alea felt that her body was strange even Alea had coughed up blood. Although a little, but the effect made Alea frightened.

During Evans' five-month marriage, Alea had never coughed blood at all and it again left her head full.

Alea tried to think back to remembering everything. Is it possible that his condition is not sick what is this because of the influence of poison that once entered his body?

Or is it because of too much thought to stress and make the condition worse?

But it seems impossible, right?