The Daughter Of Mafia Queen
Chapter 98: The Bartender
Who do you think you are? Here I am the king, and you are just my pawns. Just enjoy your last breath, and laugh as much as you can with your animal face. ~pap the heart of the bartender reviews his evil smile.
Nobody knows. If the bartender is the one who controls the club because the owner of the club is only a scapegoat. Where only to be on behalf of. Whatever happens inside the club on his orders.
He returned to the desk where he worked. Befriended a glass glass with a pungent aroma of alcohol, but suddenly comes a new customer who surprises him. Stared at the man who looked like a beach like a bull out.
"Malem, Sir. What do you want to drink?" bargain the bartender friendly, but the customer plays the fingers distract him. A piece of paper poked out, making him understand what the purpose of the man in front of him was.
Glow your eyes watching you and there to make sure no one is watching. Safe, the bartender pretended to offer several bottles of wine and champagne to his customers. Then, at the same time he took out a piece of paper that was definitely meant for him.
One move he managed to bring the paper under the table, then he opened the paper. How surprised by the content contained in a warning letter. Anyone who knows his life, surely the customer can deliver him to the menace.
But when I looked in front of him again. There was no one but the other visitors. A sigh in the heart is inevitable. The mood is now uncontrollable. All wrong. If it does not do what it asks, how does it hide its identity?
"Bro, keep the stand. I have to go home quick." Tukas the bartender to other bartender friends who are busy serving customers.
His friend gave him a thumbs up and let the bartender leave work. After all, there are not many visitors tonight so it will be safe. Meanwhile, out there. The man who gave a piece of paper leaning on the bartender's motorbike.
Curious, making his steps walk towards the man. His eyes were no longer sidetracked. Don't let the man in front of you disappear like that. However, what he thought, would not happen because the man was indeed waiting for the right time.
"Me or you in front?" asked the man who was still leaning on the bartender's motorbike, apparently the charm of the beach just kept stealing the attention. "Hello! Are you tul!?"
He wasn't surprised. For a moment it only jerked until his consciousness returned again. He took the key from behind his pants pocket, then he threw it at the man in front of him. Fast movement, but perfect catch. Whoever that guy is, it's got to be a trained guy.
I have to be careful. Better to be calm, until this man takes me to his boss.~ said the inner bartender.
"Ride up!" firmly the man who had turned on his motor engine, making the bartender according.
A night trip without preparation. The motor drove across the street. The hustle and bustle of the city, remains. Well, the environment of life will affect the way humans go about their daily lives. Includes clock out of the house that no longer have night rules.
Forty-five minutes later.
The motor enters an area that is quite rarely passed by local residents. The old house that is lying on the edge of the forest becomes the destination of the rider. Bizarrely. Who wants to live in such a bad house? it looks like a ghost house.
A few questions came closer. But when someone came out of the old house. Reaching the bartender's eyes, his eyeballs were perfectly rounded with gaping mouths. Is his vision normal?
"Aren't you going to hug your own brother?" ask the person standing under the lamp in front of the old house with the door open. "Go! Your job is over."
The man who sent the message nodded, then left in front of the old house. The silence of the night became unbearable. The meeting that happened after so long. However, there was a fear that gripped the heart of the bartender. Will all his possessions be taken back?