Mr. Mafia

Although her movements were very slow. But all her nerves felt the effects of the game. Waves of electricity began to sting her body.

"Come on sweetheart! Didn't you say you could play well? I'll show you how an LGBT person plays," chuckled Alexander, who was starting to see a change in Deborah's face.

Deborah's heart was racing. It's hard for her to avoid this momentary pleasure. Seeing the woman in front of him enjoying his game, Alex is getting impatient to do more of this.

Alexander pulls the dress that covers Deborah's body until it's torn. All this rough play comes to a halt when a cell phone rings.

Alexander immediately got off the bed and released his prey. He reached for the cell phone on the nightstand.

A familiar number appeared on the screen.

"Everything is in order sir. Our goods are back." the man on the other end of the line reported.

"Alright I'll be right there," Alexander replied with a smile on his face.

Alexander closed the line unilaterally, he glanced at the woman who was currently looking at him in fear.

He thought she was quite professional, but it was all unexpected. Wasn't she married and certainly no stranger to this?

Alexander stepped closer to her, then stroked the long wavy hair that fell over her shoulders.

"I think you're safe, get some rest!" said Alexander with a meaningful smile.

He quickly grabbed a shirt and put it on while stepping out of the room. Then disappeared behind the door.

Deborah tried to calm her troubled heart. Goddess Fortuna was still on her side. She escaped death and hopefully she wouldn't be in this position again.

Deborah's eyes looked at the clock on the wall. It was still three in the morning. The air was still very cold. Should she leave now?

It didn't seem like a good idea. What would she answer when she returned home without Alexander beside her. Because the truth was... he was her wife.

In the end Deborah chose to stay in the room while waiting for the sun to rise. Who knew the crazy man would come back.

Her old hand reached into her bag and grabbed her cell phone. Her delicate fingers swiped across the screen. There was a picture of a little girl smiling sweetly at her.

She was his biggest reason to stay alive and energized. She also gave him the courage to carry out this revenge plan.

All the old memories swirled back in his brain, making his eyes condense and drip with clear beads.

She had survived this far. Only the bed will not dampen this raging fire of vengeance. Deborah had to be strong for the little who was smiling beautifully at her.

"Momy promises to give you a decent life, son, wait for Momy, honey." Deborah said softly while pecking the phone screen.

Deborah couldn't hold back her longing. She searched for one of the contacts on her phone and swiped the green button.

"Hello Miss, sorry Angel is still sleeping." said a middle-aged woman's voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes, Aunt, I know. How was her day yesterday?" asked Deborah softly while holding back her sobs.

"Angel is starting to be able to hold a pencil and make sounds, Miss. She looked happy yesterday. Miss Dania also told me that Miss Angel has made amazing improvements," said the woman excitedly.

"I can't wait to get home," Deborah replied. Her fingers began to wipe away the puddles that were wetting her cheeks and dripping on the phone screen.

"Is Miss sick?" The woman had realized she wasn't okay.

"No, I just have the flu. Thank you Aunt Lauren, you're very kind. Sorry to trouble you," Deborah said sincerely.

"Drink the ginger stew, you should also take care of your health. Don't think about unnecessary things Miss. Angel is safe with me. Get some rest!" Aunt Lauren disconnected.

A man sat in a big chair. In front of him stood four large, athletic men. They were waiting for their master's orders.

Soon four men arrived. They carried a large, heavy-looking box.

Alexander sat quietly. His eagle eyes continued to watch every movement of the people who were guarding him. More precisely, they surrounded him.

There wasn't even a single man here. His business partner had chosen to keep them at the door and wait for everything to be done.

"Is this the real thing?" asked a man with a cross necklace hanging from his neck.

Alexander smiled wryly. He never cheated any of his customers. Why would they doubt his goods?

"You can try it on," Alexander replied nonchalantly.

The four men opened the sealed wooden box. There were some newer rifles and it was rare for people to have them.

These were illegal items. But who could stop Alexander? He could easily own these items.

He had been in business for a long time. None of his customers were disappointed. Only he was a little unlucky because he had to deal with this complicated person, Akeno.

He was a mafia in the other country. Because his men were caught red-handed in his area he had to compensate with this rifle.

Although he is also an invincible mafia, he still has to obey the rules, right?

His name has soared. Who doesn't know Mr. Scorpio, Alexander's pseudonym. He and his men can wipe out any enemy in their path.

Maybe that's why Alexander is currently surrounded by Akeno's men. Because they didn't want to risk the lives that would be scattered at his base.

One of Akeno's men picked up a rifle and pointed it at Alexander's head. Stay calm, that's all he could do.

Alexander wasn't afraid in the least, his eagle eyes staring intently at Akeno's men who were trying to frighten him.

The handsome face broke into a small smile even as the man before him began to cock the gun that would blow Alexander's head off.