He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 1 - The Guild Leader
A hard heart comes from a harsh environment, but there comes a time when a hard heart over the years is suddenly broken in just a short time by a softness.
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Such a beautiful star-studded night. The sound of animals that are usually the introduction of the night is now lost by the sound of the roar of two teenagers who are racing wildly on a road that looks quiet and dark, and the, that they do to fight over some money as a bet.
"Final lap, bosskue spirit!!!" shouted a man cheering his gang boss who is now far ahead leaving the opposing motorbike.
Boy Anderson, a handsome 19-year-old man who is currently studying at one of the city's top High Schools. The man with a black full face helmet wrapped in a black leather jacket and black jeans is now advancing his motorcycle at medium speed when a finish line has been successfully passed in the first position, he said, not to forget he did free style by lifting the front wheel of his motorbike as an expression of victory.
Victory cheers were heard from the members of the motorcycle gang named Black Wings and approached the boss who had just stopped and got off his favorite black Kawasaki Ninja H2 Carbon motorcycle.
"I thought your motorcycle gang was nothing to me" Boy said so arrogantly to his opponent who had just crossed the finish line, not forgetting he held up his thumb which he then turned down.
"Hey, Boy! You don't get cocky first, this is just the beginning, in the next race I will make sure you will lose" replied Anton, the head of the Brandalz gang, one of the biker gangs that always disturb the peace of the citizens, not only stealing, disturbing girls has become their hobby.
Unlike the Black Wings gang led by Boy, they only like to race, rumble on the road, have fun in nightclubs, to fight. Stealing is not cool according to the man because basically he has enough to wrestle property from the father and the results of the bet.
"Not much bacot, now hand over your betting money!" Ifan, Boy's right hand is now approaching Brandalz's gang to charge money bets that are worth quite fantastic.
With a sharp and hateful look, the gang leader handed him some pretty thick cash ties and left, while Boy and his comrades now laughed in satisfaction.
Boy and his gang members choose to spend the rest of their nights at a nightclub to celebrate the boss' victory. Various types of drinks and snacks are available on the table in the VVIP room.
An ear-splitting music could be heard filling the room, all the members of the Black Wings motorcycle gang seemed to be swaying freely with some women while sipping their drinks.
While Boy just sat alone by lifting his legs on the table while smoking. Some of the women in the room were lured by Boy's good looks, they even tried to seduce the gang boss, but their appeal was not at all mempanan against the hard-hearted man.
How not? As a child who experienced a broken home since childhood and lived in the care of a single father who is workaholic, as a child, making Boy less get affection especially from the mother who has left Boy and the father for the sake of his affair.
Adversity and lack of attention, make Boy finally get used to living free and cold life against women. Since then he began to look for impingement by joining one of the motorcycle gangs in his city when he was 15 years old, until now at the age of almost 20 years, he is believed to be the head of the Black Wings motorcycle gang.
Now that the time has shown at three in the morning, the teenagers finally decided to go home to each of them, including Boy. He drove a motor through the darkness of a quiet night and grew colder towards his home alone.
In the evening, Boy's kiss heard the roar of several motors from behind. Through the rearview mirror, there are several motors with blinding lights in the back, the longer the closer. However, the man's instinct was apparently so strong, he immediately launched his motorbike at high speed.
A motorcycle chase action ensued, but somehow so many motorcycles are now chasing the man, even some motorcycles appeared in front of him through another road to block the road, he said, it was as if what they were doing was well-planned before.
"Hey, Boy! Have you enjoyed your betting money?" ask a man who is none other than Anton when the bike has been lined up with Boy's bike.
"You? What else do you want?"
"You what?" ask the man back and then laugh followed by the laughter of the other impurity. "Of course you want to celebrate your victory too" he replied with a sly smile and gave a code to his members.
The motorists who had surrounded Boy now stopped and blocked the path of the man to make him have to help stop the motor. A fight between ten to one was now inevitable. Initially he was able to fend off every attack, even he could look for opportunities to counterattack them one by one, even, but facing a much larger number of people alone overwhelmed the man.
In the end Boy decided to flee to the nearby residents' housing when his body began to tire, hoping they would no longer pursue him. However, what he expected was not in reality, the biker gang was still chasing him, and again the fight before dawn again happened to make Boy lose and collapse.
Anton's two men now raised Boy's body facing the boss and held both hands. Several punches and kicks in the face, stomach to legs make Boy more helpless. The battered and bloody face did not make the Brandalz gang boss feel pity at all.
"Pronounce goodbye to one leg and your moto gang, you will no longer be a man respected by your gang members later." The man smiled slylyly and began to raise his axe.
Wiu... Wiu... Wiu...
The sound of police cars coming closer makes Anton stop the action.
"S!al! Hey, you're lucky this time, but remember, it's not over." The man gave the code to his members to immediately leave Boy himself who had been limp on the ground.
As with the motorcycle gang, Boy was equally afraid to hear the police serine. Not without reason, the police have known the man's face because he had been in and out of the police station several times. It was just that his current state made him unable to escape. He was resigned when the sound of serine was heard getting closer.
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Boy was surprised to realize that the voice of the police serine was not from a police car but the cellphone of a girl who used the face.
"Are you okay?" asked the girl after turning off the serine on her phone and pointing the flashlight at Boy.
"Who are you?" boy asked so coldly and alertly.
"I'm just a resident here who overheard the commotion and witnessed the violence behind my house" the girl replied crouched down to look at Boy's situation more closely.
Boy was silent when he saw the face of the girl in a closer distance.
"Your injuries are pretty bad. I'll call a taxi to take you to the hospital, you wait here" he said again and then walked away.
"Wait on! Can you help me?"
The girl stopped her steps and turned around. "Please what?"
"Can you treat my wounds? My whole body is so sick and I don't want to go to the hospital."
The girl momentarily fell silent and seemed to think. "I'll be right back."
The girl left immediately, and soon she came back with a P3K box with her friend. Seeing the condition of the back of the house that is still dark, he is worried if helping foreign men alone will invite slander.
Slowly he treated every wound that was on Boy's face and legs, to his chest and abdomen, the girl did not dare to undress him. Boy just silently watched how the girl treated the wound he had until he was not aware if the wound had been treated.
"I've treated the wounds on your face and legs, drink this so that your pain can subside a little." The girl gave him an anti-pain medication to take by Boy.
"If you feel better, please leave this place." The girl stepped back with her friend leaving Boy, but just a few steps, Boy again opened his voice.
"Wait on! What's yourname?"
Unfortunately, Boy's question this time did not make the girl stop her steps, she kept walking regardless of anything.
"Thank you" said Boy, smiling.
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