Mafia Story Return of a Useless Child
Eps.23 Bored.

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Elsewhere, in Agra's apartment.

Alisya sat pensively, her hand holding the television remote she kept pressing, hoping for an interesting show.

However, it turned out that all did not reduce the boredom he felt at this time.

All the homework was done, and now he was confused what else to do.

Switch position to lie on the sofa, take a fitting flower display on the table, look at it briefly, then put it again.

Fyrs ....

Bored breathing sounds pretty heavy.

"It's only been a day that I've been cooped up here, but it's been feeling like years" murmured angrily Alisya.

"Aaaa .. how is this, I bosaaaaan!!!" yelled at the woman again.

Switch up, and walk back and forth, like an iron at work.

"If I go out for a while, it's definitely not gonna get caught, right? The important thing is that I return before he gets home" muttered Alisya with a faint smile full of plans.

Walk quickly to his room, to get ready.

He planned to take a walk in the garden area of the luxury apartment.

A little while later Alisya was out in a long dress below the knees, milk-brown in color.

Walk so cheerfully, imagine how beautiful the atmosphere of the flower garden on a day that is already late in the afternoon.

Ccleks...

Alisya stared at the door, when she saw Agra was already standing firmly in front of her.

"Where are you going, you?" asked Agra, lifting his chin.

"I-I, I don't want to go anywhere, I was cleaning the door, just now," Alisya reasoned, pretending to be wiping the door with her hands.

"You're not good at lying," hissed Agra stared intently, the girl before him.

"No-no, I'm not lying!" alisya said, shaking her hand in front of her face.

"I don't accept a liar, if you want to get out of here, go!" agra said, walking in without seeing Alisya.

"Eh, mom-it's not like that, sir!" Alisya instantly turned around, and chased after Agra's wide stride.

"Master, please forgive me. I'm just bored at home, so I intend to just go downstairs to see the park for a while" explained Alisya, in a panicked tone.

He didn't know where to go if he was kicked out of that luxury apartment.

If they went to his friends, the uncle would easily find him.

"If you are bored, then go, I will not forbid you. I don't accept people who can't abide by the terms of the agreement" said indifferently Agra, continuing his steps up the stairs to his private room.

"No, Sir! I'm not leaving here!" yell Alisya.

'Gosh, why is it so stiff!' alisya said in his heart, holding the ice man's steady back, which was getting further away.

Walked gontai towards his room back.

Dropped his body on the bed, with a rough sigh.

If only he was currently, not in need of protection from that icy person, to fight against the person who was about to marry him, he would not be willing to deal with such a man.

Elsewhere Agra went into his room, with an expressionless face, but when he noticed his eyes were emitting a very upset.

"Bother!" he said, opening the coat that was worn violently, then throw yes in any direction, with a very rough snort of breath.

Dropped his body on the large sofa in his room, looking straight with a sharp gaze, as sharp as an eagle.

His mind was drawn to his time on the streets when he returned from the police station.

Flashbacks...

Agra was driving his car back to the office, when he saw a middle-aged woman being confronted by some thugs on the side of the road.

"Mom," he murmured.

Put the car right in front of the commotion.

"Whatever their job is, keeping a woman alone can't!" yell Agra before getting out of the car.

"Let go!" the cold male circus, with a vile grin from a face that still looked flat.

Leaning on the car door, with her sidecaps, her sharp gaze was fixed on all her would-be victims.

The aura of hostility was sharp, making his opponent's guts shrivel, even though he had not fought with it.

The thugs, numbering three, turned their eyes to Agra's arrival.

The middle-aged woman, was sculpting with a trembling body.

It was no longer the fear he felt, but the longing that had accumulated in his heart now felt even greater, defeating the fear that had made him feel desperate.

"Sagara," murmured those red lips, without a sound from there.

Agra saw a faint movement, from the quivering lips of the middle-aged woman on his face.

His heart ached, looking at his mother, looked messy with a face full of fear.

"Who are you?!" ask one of the thugs in black with a tattoo on his face.

Agra shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Too lazy to answer questions that he thinks are not important.

"Brengsw*k!" the curse of a thug in an old gray shirt, and a body that looks more prominent than others.

"Coward!" press Agra.

"Si*lan, attack him!" the man's orders were tattooed on his face, pulling back the middle-aged woman who turned out to be Viana, to slightly move away.

"Janga! Sagara ... go, son!" hysterical scream Viana.

Agra did not hear, he was directly the horses, to receive an attack from his opponent.

His lips are pulled upwards.

A two-on-one fight ensued.

Agra caught the two hands that were about to deliver a punch to him, then turned around and compared the two thugs' bodies without difficulty.

The thug who was holding Viana, seemed to bully her eyes, seeing her two friends sprawled out with just one move.

Bugh...

Bugh....

Agra stepped on the stomachs of both...

uhuk...

Coughing up blood from the two thugs.

"Who, him?" muttered the tattooed thug on that face, starting to be wary.

Agra walked forward with steady strides, approaching Viana after making sure both of his opponents were already unable to attack her back.

"Who exactly are you?" asked the thug who was holding Viana's arm, with an already uneasy heart.

"The Leo," said Agra, with a piercing glare at his opponent.

"Sa-sang Le-leo," the thug seemed to tremble, as well as his two friends who heard the reply from Agra.

"Pardon us, the Leo," the three thugs immediately prostrated themselves begging Agra for forgiveness.

"Go, or Die!" press Agra, after being in front of Viana.

His gaze softened, with his pupils trembling slightly, but his face still looked dark.

The three thugs, running in a hurry away from the place that made their breath feel tight.

Apparently, they are currently choosing the wrong opponent, and maybe being unlucky, to have to deal directly with the notorious mafia leader.

Another luxury car just got behind Agra's car.

"Chairman" said one of the men, who had been contacted by Agra, before getting out of the car.

Agra only nodded in response, but his gaze could not be separated from the beautiful face that had seen a slight frown as a sign that the woman was getting older.

Viana also saw a man who was very similar to the child, with longing, his tears fell unstoppable.

"Take care of yourself" said Agra, trying to normalize his voice.

"Follow with him, he'll drive you, get to the house" he continued, turning around and stepping into his sports car without looking back.

"Sagara.." muttered Viana, looking at the steadfast back of the son with a face full of regret and longing.

"Come, ma'am," Max's subordinate held out his hand, leading Viana towards the car.

Viana nodded weakly, then stepped into the car, which Max had opened the door to.

In a different car, Agra squeezes the steering wheel, venting all the emotions inside her.

The longing that he must cover closely, before retribution to the slanderer and always degrading him is successful.

The ringing of the phone distracts him.

Put the earphones in the ear, before picking up the phone.

"Hm," he murmured.

The caller, who was one of his men, who was assigned to watch the girl, via CCTV, reported something.

"Chairman, it looks like the girl is going to leave the house," a voice from the phone.

"Continue monitoring, lest he escape," he ordered, before turning off his phone.

Turn back to the destination back to the apartment.

Flash back off..

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