My Blacklist Man's
Where is my wife?!

''Tu-tuan," great-granddaughter Mila while inching backwards.

He gulped in a rough gulp as he looked at the sharp gaze of the master who seemed to want to skin him alive.

"Who are you?!" Angelo repeated the question in a colder tone than before.

''Saying! Who the hell are you?"

Mila no longer knows what to answer between being honest and not, she has been caught. It was only a minute ago that he warned his partner, but now it was like a weapon eating master. He fell into a hole he dug himself.

"Sa-me—''

The woman seemed to twist the tip of the servant uniform as an outlet for fear. He hesitated to tell the truth.

''Say it or this bullet went through your head!"

Mila stiffened as she felt an object sticking right to her forehead, even holding her breath. He did not want to die silly, his eyes moved uneasily looking for an excuse.

''B-well, I-I will say everything. Tap-but get rid of this thing first!" he said with a trembling voice.

''Quickly say!" angelo's jolt pressed his weapon even more.

''Yes, I confess! But please, get rid of this thing first." Mila said in a panic as it stuck to her forehead bone.

"Guard! I need two people here." Angelo's angry cries echoed in the place.

The guards who heard immediately faced.

''We, Sir."

''Hold this woman!"

Mila looked hard. As fast as lightning, he tried to escape. Yet failed. The two burly men immediately gripped his two arms firmly. They immediately placed positions on the left and right sides of the woman.

''Tell the truth! If you lie, get your body ready to be enjoyed for free by these two men."

''No! I beg you not to do that" asked Mila with teary eyes.

Although out there he is famous as a gangster. She is still a woman who will panic when the condition is squeezed like now, especially she is alone. Usually he faces the enemies with the help of his men.

''Release me!"

Mila continues to rebel trying to escape the clutches of the two men. He exerted all his strength to subvert the two, even kicking their prized assets. Without paying any heed to their agonizing groans, Mila rushed to escape.

''Hey, stop!"

DOR'S!

Angelo immediately slid the hot lead to hit the woman's leg. Apparently that woman is too tough. He did not want to give up even though he had a gunshot wound in his leg. Mila continued to run with shuffled steps with occasional enduring unstoppable pain. In such conditions, he still had time to fight Angelo's men who tried to block.

Angelo grinned at the toughness of the woman.

''Quite clever too you yeah ... It seems, you're not an ordinary woman."

The man re-directed his shot. Not long after heard the sound of gunfire that managed to topple the woman. The hot tin shot right on the other leg.

''Drag him to the cellar!" Angelo shouted his men.

Mila who was already helpless could only resign when both hands were dragged forcibly like useless used goods.

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Angelo himself circled the body still with his sharp gaze.

''You think you can spy on me easily? You think I don't know your behavior? You're wrong!"

The reason, several times the man caught Mila eavesdropping on every togetherness with his wife, even when they quarreled. Not only that, he also often got reports from the guards and servants who often caught Mila on the phone with someone with suspicious behavior. Even today, he heard and saw the new waiter cursing while holding a cell phone.

''You're just a little cat. How dare the little cat come to the lion's den."

The woman answered nothing. He just focused on his pain. Really, this position felt very torturing to him. The two injured legs had to rest on his body, so that the pain felt became many times over.

''Ampun, Mr ... I was just running someone's orders" Mila said, her voice sounding like a groan.

"Who told you to?" Angelo gripped the woman's chin using one hand.

''Ja-jason, '' he answered almost whispering.

He threw the woman's face rough, then stepped away to think of one name that could be ascertained regarding the existence of the wife.

''Where is my wife?" angelo asked with her body turned back.

"I don't know, Sir!''

''Wound water!"

Ello ordered his men to water the woman's lika with salt water that had been prepared.

A man who was ready with his bucket nodded, then carried out his duty.

''Ahhh! Sorry, Master!" The screams from Kamila's pale lips sounded heart-wrenching. The pain in the wound felt increasingly become until tears poured profusely into his smooth cheeks. His face was pale from losing a lot of blood.

''I asked again! Where is my wife?!'' Angelo repeated the question in a higher tone than before.

"I don't know, Sir."

"Revert flush!"

''Ahhh! Forgive me! Really, I don't know."

"Stop, akh!"

''Even though!"

A streak of screams from Kamila's lips filled the dark room. But no one felt sorry. Angelo instead asked his men to torture the woman many times until he confessed.

"I'm not strong anymore. Really, I don't know. Forgive me, sir." Kamila's voice sounded very weak almost whispered. His eyes looked like I was asking for forgiveness. His lips are turning more pale.

''Lied! You think I didn't know you were calling that guy."

''Really! I don't know, Sir. He didn't confess."

Now, the situation of the woman looks very sad before finally unconscious.

''It's useless!" he stared at the woman.

''Obed his wound! When you wake up, ask where the man named Jason is. If you still don't want to confess, whip him!"

''OK, Mr.''