The Mafia's Revenge

Deva Incision

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Davina was astonished, as Deva thrust her palm at Max, as if to ask for something. However, Max, who understood what Deva meant, immediately pulled out a small knife, which he always carried, from the pocket of the bodyguard's suit.

Davina rounded her eyes perfectly as Deva picked it up while displaying her devil smile. The woman suddenly became nervous as Deva glanced at her with an indecipherable look. Seeing the boss want to do something to his captive, Max immediately resigned to his original place.

“De-deva, what do you want to do?” davina asked stammered as she moved her legs towards the back.

“Why are you afraid, isn't this what you want. So, be quiet and obey,” said Deva who continued to step her feet toward Davina.

“No, Dev. I beg you not to do that,” pinta Davina pleaded with eyes that were already very frightened.

Grepp's!

Deva blocks Davina's arm and pulls at her violently, until the beautiful woman slams into the chest of a field belonging to a ruthless man, who is about to do something to her. Davina was shocked to see Deva slashing herself with the knife.

“Deva, no,” pinta Davina while sobbing in fear.

“Are you scared?” asked Deva while grinning.

“Dev. Aarrrgghh!” davina shouted as she felt the knife incision in her left chest very slowly. Davina screamed out in helpless pain withstanding the infinite pain. However, Deva did not hear and continued what he was doing.

“Be quiet, then I will quickly finish it,” Deva said furiously as she squeezed Davina's neck with her big, sturdy arms, to hold Davina off from moving much.

“Deva, I'm not strong. Pain,” ringis Davina who can not stand what Deva is doing at this time, but Deva still does not pay attention to what he heard.

Davina's upper clothes had been drenched in blood due to the incision of the knife. The white color of his skin has been replaced with blood that is still seeping from the left chest. Apparently, Deva said the inscription on his wife's chest with his own name. DEVA GHAZANVAR, neatly inscribed on Davina's chest with a deep incision, will definitely not be missing its mark, unless it is surgically removed.

Deva who was cruel like a human demon, was very satisfied with the carving of his name, which he had slammed on the woman's body, who was now his wife. Deva immediately carried Davina to be taken to the woman's room, not even Deva displayed her regretful, but contented face.

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Deva, laying Davina on her king-size bed, went to the bathroom to wash her bloodied hands. When he finished, Deva called Aliya to take care of his wife's injuries.

“Aliya, clean the blood, and change his clothes,” Deva said in an order, to the figure of the woman standing before him.

“Good, sir,” said Aliya obediently.

“I'll be at the office. Contact me if he's throwing a tantrum,” said Deva reminded.

“Good sir. Sir, does Miss Davina need a doctor, I see her wound deep enough?” tanya Aliya who actually felt pity and also shuddered in horror with Davina's wounds.

“Are you sympathetic to him?” instead of answering, Deva asked back while looking at Aliya full of investigation. Seeing the master suspicious, Aliya immediately shook her head quickly in response.

“Good. Do not try to contact the doctor or anyone else, just clean it and give him pain relief ointment only,” Deva said firmly.

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