THE MAFIA!
The Chapter 70
The search continued until the day began to darken. Michael seemed increasingly frustrated. He drove through Rome by driving one of his own sports cars.
Although there is little possibility of finding people who run off on the side of the road. Yet Michael's pair of eyes remained unceasingly looking around the highway.
Not stupid, but his brain suddenly blank, with the loss of Chania. Several times he picked up Chania's phone in the side seat. Grasping, and staring in his screen.
"Where are you, Baby..."
There's Jack and Dimitri who's using another car in the back. Of course they would not be able to let the young master roam alone. After all Michael Xavier is a Mafia with many enemies in a blanket.
Along the way Jack did not stop to give orders to people who are either where, through mobile or through special communication tools.
There's been a lot of work done by Jack, as the number one confidant Michael has.
One of them had blocked the Airport, Terminal, and Train Station. But there are no reports of Chania Renata using the means of transportation.
Even some of the men have been deployed to guard there to make sure there is or is not the name of Chania who will register. The result to date is zero.
The sky grew darker, the cold began to ambush, penetrating the pores of the skin. And stab those with thin skin and can't stand the winter.
Michael's car ends at the Via del Corso intersection. Gaze at the building lined with lights - night lights that decorate it.
For those who are in love, surely the building looks so beautiful and awesome. But not for those who are heartbroken, or restless.
Lamenting his ego-exalting folly, fearlessly confessing feelings. To make Chania think she never loved him.
And all the more runyam when it turns out Chania knows the initial intention of hiring Chania in Sebastian Company.
Take out a small box containing a diamond ring from the pocket of pants that have not even been changed since morning. Looked at guiltily. Until this moment there is not the slightest trace left by Chania to be able to finish Michael's troops.
"Who helped you hide?" murmured Michael.
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🍄 Three months already Chania disappeared without a trace...
The news of Chania's disappearance has reached Frederick and Madalena's ears. Despite trying to hide it still in fact reached the ears of Michael's parents.
The eyes that watched Deborah and her troops, reported that there was no sign of them capturing Chania. Because Selena's condition is still the same, even a little weaker than Deborah said three months ago. That means the girl hasn't gotten a spinal cord donor yet.
Michael sat leaning back in his chair, staring at Chania's cell phone, which he carried with him everywhere.
In front of him was the Papa who was visiting Italy, because of the complaint of the son who could not fully focus on completing the work.
"Go home, today Papa will take your place!" frederick said to Michael. "It's an important client, Papa doesn't want to fail because you're not focused!"
"Hemm." replied Michael flatly, as he moved out of his chair.
Frederick looked at the son. The first time he found a son like that. But he was grateful, because he managed to trick Deborah.
But that doesn't mean it's safe forever. He believed that one day the war flag would fly between the strongholds of Frederick Sebastian and Deborah Arlington.
When Deborah ...
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🍄 One month later ...
Michael stood in front of his mirror on a walk in closed one morning. Draining the sleeves of his work shirt that is sky blue. Looking up at her lonely self.
Many new wounds at some point due to the war when the shipment of weapons in the enemy sabotage some time ago. But no one else treated him. No more attention to any scratches on his skin.
No one even pairs a tie with tenderness anymore. It's been four months that he put up his own tie like he does now. Play expensive tie strands to form neat links that circle her neck.
He misses the presence of his wife. Kissing in a tie that Chania once called his favorite tie. The fragrance of the perfume that Chania likes the most also comes from the fiber of a soft tie cloth like silk.
Turning his foot closer to the closet that was destined for Chania. Hope to find the closet again opened by the owner. But it's all just an illusion.
There's still a lot of stuff Chania left there. More precisely the stuff I got from Michael. Luxury goods from world brands and even some of them are limited edition models. Which can only be owned by certain people.
Sliding the closet door, combing the dress - a dress that hangs neatly there. Imagine the dress - the dress was back in use by the owner. Suddenly, the typical fragrance of Chania burst from between the clothes. Stabbing Michael's sense of smell, making him almost hallucinate.
Closing back and sliding the door beside him. There are many folds of neatly arranged clothes there. Still with various world brands.
The fingers again move down each fold of clothes. Until the fingers were aligned with a small rectangular box that slipped between the pile of clothes and the side of the cupboard.
Frowning, as if asking what was the contents of the box? why was it left behind? or maybe left behind?
Pull the box fast, turn it slowly. As if to think - think about it. It important? or is it unimportant and then left behind?
Not getting an answer to his own question, Michael finally faced the box according to position. Stand with the lid on top.
The left fingers lock the bottom, the right fingers lock the top and then pull each other. And open up the box.
Glossy white paper covered the top, as if the middle was wrapping its contents. With two edges meet in the middle - the middle of the top. It made Michael more curious.
One by one the edges of the paper are opened Michael. Until he returns to his frown. Linking two thick eyebrows, which are above the narrowed eyes.
"What's this?" murmured Michael saw four long-sized objects. But with a different model.
Take everything, and go back to observing one by one. Two of them show two lines. And two more show the plus sign.
"What is this thing?" the other side of Michael Xavier. "Why does Chania keep things like this? where'd he get it?" it was like showing stupidity.
Still turning and back seeing the sign that appeared. "Is this a disease test?"
Michael who was confused brought the relic Chania out of the room walk in closed.
Tok tok!
Along with that, the door was knocked from the outside, with Jack in the voice.
"Lake in!" shouted Michael.
Jack came in and looked down respectfully at the boss.
"It's eight and a half, sir!" said Jack.
"Hmmm!" michael answered flat.
"Jack?" call Michael.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Do you know what this is?"
Stupidly a Michael showed the box and its contents to Jack, the bodyguard with the longest period of devotion.
Jack approached, then took the box from Michael's hand. Just one look through the clear box, without touching the inside Jack already knows what it is.
"It's a testpack, sir!"
"Testpack?" repeat Michael, "what's a testpack?"
"Testpack is a tool to check a woman is pregnant or not, sir!"
"Well!" clenched Michael's tongue heard Jack's explanation, "then this?" glancing at Michael's eyes. Breath began to pant, visible from his chest that bloomed.
"It's positive, sir!"
"That means?" michael asked with increasingly irregular breaths.
"That means...."
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Okay, go on tomorrow, brother!
Good night, and happy reading 🌹🌹🌹
