The Captive Mafia Lover

Chapter 8

Carlo seemed oblivious to Monte's move and said coldly, "Some prey can bite. General Monte, do be careful, or you might get hurt."

Monte chuckled softly and sighed rather helplessly, bringing the cigar back to his lips. "You're still as tough to get along with as ever."

As soon as Monte went upstairs, the family doctor quickened his pace. Now, having finished bandaging the last wound, he bowed respectfully and withdrew.

Carlo removed the ice bag and sat up lazily. The bath towel around his waist slipped off as he moved.

The swallowing sound wasn't distinct in the noisy environment, but Carlo still turned his gaze to Monte.

His lake-green eyes were like the purest and most exquisite gemstones, reflecting fragmented light from the crystal chandelier.

Monte was lost in thought for a moment and reached out to gently brush aside a strand of his long hair scattered on the sofa. "Carlo, you're truly captivating."

Carlo stood up, wrapped the towel around his waist, revealing his sleek calves.

He poured himself a drink, leaned against the railing, and asked leisurely, "Is it me that makes General Monte unable to resist, or your military rank?"

Monte's face stiffened for an instant.

Carlo's gaze landed on his military uniform and the cigar between his fingertips, raising his glass and saying, "I still remember how Lieutenant Monte was when I first met you. You were much more endearing back then."

It's been a long time since anyone dared to mention his past in front of Monte. It was a period not worth recalling.

And he didn't like it either.

Carlo smiled, looking at his embarrassed face, his lake-green eyes brimming with ridicule. "I forgive General Monte for this transgression. This is the last time."

The pain from the wound on his abdomen emerged, making Carlo think of the man who cared about him at the convenience store entrance for no reason. Feeling annoyed, he lost the mood to deal with Monte any further.

"I helped Mr. Monte rise from Lieutenant to General in seven years, but I didn't grant you the right to be on an equal footing with me, did I? Unwarranted desires should be learned to be restrained. Otherwise, I don't mind replacing you."

The cigar had gone out. Monte stood up from the sofa, forcing a smile. "Mr. Carlo, I remember! I have work to handle. I'll take my leave tonight first!"

Carlo coldly watched him turn to go downstairs and spoke again. "Next time we meet, I hope you'll change out of your military uniform."

Monte paused his steps, turned his head and replied, "Yes, Mr. Carlo!"

The footsteps merged into the commotion downstairs. The family doctor came in and walked to Carlo's.

"The wound on your waist and abdomen is rather severe. You aren't suitable for consuming alcohol in the next week."

Carlo pouted, put down the glass, turned and walked towards the inner room. "Have someone replace the sofa. It has turned filthy since someone sat on it."

The family doctor sighed helplessly, made a call to have the sofa replaced, and then poured a glass of water, saying, "He's a general now. You should be more courteous to him."

"Courteous? If it weren't for his help seven years ago, would I support such a fellow?"

"He just has an inflated ambition, but this is precisely what we need, isn't it?"

"But his ambition shouldn't be aimed at me." Carlo's tone was filled with disgust.

The family doctor instead laughed and teased, "This is because you're overly beautiful!"

Carlo snorted and turned to discuss business. "The lurking mission failed. I met a very troublesome person. He exposed my disguise and was highly skilled. He's the strongest among the people I've encountered. Luca couldn't find his information."

"Couldn't find it? Our information department's technology is already cutting-edge, even surpassing your father's control. All the information of the mafia is in our hands. It's impossible to not even find the information of a special forces member! Unless he's not an ordinary member..."

Carlo nodded. "I think so too, and I have a hunch... Maybe he's the current captain of the Wolf King Special Forces Team."

The family doctor suddenly stood up, losing his composure as he confirmed with him. "Are you sure it's that mysterious Captain Alex?"

Carlo had never seen Jaylan, who was usually calm, lose his composure like this and couldn't help but look up at him.

Jaylan's eyes dodged. "If it's him, it's no wonder Luca couldn't find it. After all, his information security level is comparable to that of the president."

Carlo didn't doubt his words, but thinking of that burning gaze and the caring attitude, he shook his head. "Maybe not... Alright, leave this matter to Luca. Let's first study the subsequent arrangements."

He adjusted his sitting position and said, "When I was lurking, I discovered that the slave trade and the organ trade were conducted separately. According to the latest intelligence, the organ trade will take place the day after tomorrow in the underground black market's Ama Arena in NKY State. I've signed up for this arena competition and I'll bring this batch of organs back myself at that time."

After Jaylan analyzed seriously and rationally, he said, "The arena competitions in Ama are always divided into three rounds: five-person team battles, two-person battles, and single battles. If we want a 100% success rate, we need to arrange people to come and compete with you. But the registration time has elapsed..."

"It's okay. It's risky to transfer people from within the mafia. It'll be troublesome if my brother and them find out."

Jaylan checked on the tablet for a while and nodded. "There are indeed many people signing up alone for the competition. Ama Arena also recognizes this method. But at that time, those signing up alone will be randomly grouped."

"Well, most of the people who dare to participate in this underground competition are desperadoes, and their own strength is also very robust."

Jaylan nodded. "The finals are one-on-one. As long as they aren't too much of a hindrance, they will definitely advance with you... Alright, in the end, everyone will be defeated by you. Suddenly, I feel a bit sorry for them..."

After finishing the business, Jaylan suddenly moved closer to Carlo. "That Monte, although his political acumen isn't high and his ability is average, he should be quite proficient in that aspect. Are you really not interested?"

Carlo gave him a sideways glance. "Have you tried?"

Jaylan shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "I prefer young boys. When he is pressed under his body to f**k, it will make me excited to see his painful and happy appearance. And I prefer school uniforms to military uniforms."

Carlo got up and left directly, not wanting to discuss this with him.

Obviously ,he would not share it with Jaylan. In last night's dream, he was pressed under a man in military uniform and gasped. The man had a pair of deep and charming light blue eyes. When his thick meat stick inserted hard, he asked himself in a gentle and beautiful voice, "Does it hurt?"