The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 15: EXITING THE BODY

Conscious of the daydream, Cheryl's arms brushed both of Jourrel's hands apart. The long, small iron fell to the floor. His elbow landed on Jourrel's rib bone.

Cheryl turned around and looked cynically at Jourrel. The firm grip on the collar of Jourrel's shirt as well as floating his ferocious face, the man was completely shocked.

Cheryl then jerked very strongly on the man's groin with her knee. The beautiful beads of his ashes were squeaking sharply, his neat teeth sounding chattering.

Jourrel's body stiffened and suddenly turned stiff. His eyes were wide. "Aarrgghhh! Shitt!" jourrel's agonizing groan sounded screechingly loud.

Jourrel touched the base of his thigh, his face flushed with the excruciating pain of sitting on the sofa. His breathing was even almost broken. Their eyes shone on each other's hatred and anger.

"I warned you, don't fuck with me! Remember well, don't like to underestimate people!" he said slowly while looking down, satisfied to be able to give a crushing blow to the man.

A sharp gaze that did not blink at all seemed to pierce through to the heart of Jourrel. "Roooharrrrr!" ledek Cheryl moved her fingers as if she was about to pounce.

The pain that spread to the crown made Jourrel absolutely unable to issue a word. Just taking a breath makes the pain creep up to the crown.

The beautiful girl was leaving him. However, when Cheryl flicked her long hair, Jourrel pulled her until Cheryl was stranded. Not wanting her butt to land on the hard floor, Cheryl intended to sit on the sofa.

However, good luck may not be on his side. A pretty strong whimper in the hair, forcing her to sit on Jourrel's lap.

His eyes whizzed, one hand grabbed the heels that wrapped his legs, then stomped on Jourrel's forehead. "Basic perverted man!" cheryl shouted in no way.

"Awwww! The goddamn tiger queen!" his Jourrel.

The roar of the car engine stopped, not even heard in their ears. Cheryl was busy cursing and standing up. While Jourrel enjoyed his pain again and again. His hand rubbed his reddened forehead while hissing in pain.

"Hey! What're you two?" Tristan ran to separate the two of them.

The man stood between the two of them. His arms stretched out, distancing Cheryl who still wanted to pounce on her best friend.

"Our security guard is crazy and perverted!" cetus Cheryl grumbled and took back her shoes and put them on.

"Huh? A satpam? Bawdy?" Tristan looked at Jourrel. He turned his back when he saw his best friend look battered. "God! Lu what Cheryl, Jhon?" added probing.

"Cheryl won't go berserk if it's not nudged first! Khodamnya will come out if you're a jerk, Bro!" bela Tristan patted Jourrel on the shoulder.

"Tuh, cry out Jhon! Your own fault is looking for my same problem!" cheryl was satisfied with the support.

Tristan chuckles. He straightened up and went back to Cheryl. His hands extended in a clenched state, which Cheryl immediately replied.

Two different hands clasped together as greetings of their meeting. It has become their habit since following the same organization, the Extradiornary Riders.

"What's up, Princess? Is this half an apple in the shop? How not to do it first?" tanya Tristan sat down to make the atmosphere more relaxed.

"My car is scuffed, please do. Then, semalem I abis ngedrift. Please check the engine, yes" I'm Cheryl sitting next to Tristan.

"Oh yeah, semalem abis down? I'm off coming. Because of this Jhoni. The most complicated man on earth." Tristan pointed at Jourrel who was still trying to alleviate the pain all over his body.

Both of his legs still felt limp due to a death kick from Cheryl right about the most valuable asset. He just leaned back and head, while putting his ears well.

All this time Jourrel knew that Tristan was in the car club. But this is the latest news that can make it easier for him to repay all Cheryl's actions to him. Of course in addition to carrying out his main task, obliterating the life of the beautiful girl.

"No! I'm off too, Tris. Because someone wants to hurt me!" cheryl.

"Huh? Do you have enemies? But it's okay, isn't it? You're not hurt?" her sneakers cupped Cheryl's cheeks together and looked at her worriedly.

Cheryl blinked gently, she was jolted with the man's treatment. "Eng .. nothing, really. Safe. Only the car was a victim. Stamp me to the motorbike, until it falls too. Unfortunately I got away!" he said he lowered both Tristan's hands, because he felt uncomfortable.

"Ah, thank goodness. Eh wait! The semalem? Drag motor? Same as ...."

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