The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 18: EQUALLY IMPORTANT

Jourrel closed his eyes, his breathing felt so heavy. He was on two equally important choices in his life.

Money, my friend, both have the same position. The statement that slid so casually from Tristan's lips clearly made him a dilemma. His head seemed to be circling.

"Can we do it?!" he nodded unconsciously. Even his hands clenched tightly.

"Huh? What, Jhon? How can it be what? Don't-don't you also have a crush on doi?" tristan's search nudged Jourrel's arm that looked dreamy.

"Sorry, sorry! No interest at all!" the boy brushed his arm in front of his body.

"Don't you not normal? But he was near perfect. Beautiful, pinter, talented, hardiness." Tristan shook his head at times, imagining a beautiful face with a million charms of the girl.

Jourrell ignored. He breezed into Tristan's room and threw his body there. Still struggling with his messed up thoughts.

Shortly after, his phone shook. He got up to take it. Letting for a moment the vibra of the phone be felt in his hand. Not as usual who immediately lifted the phone from his client.

Jourrel took a deep breath, exhaling it violently. "Yes!" cold answer.

"How long is the target? Why hasn't there been any news until now? I've given you a lot of down payment. But until now you haven't done it yet!" the anger from across the phone was frustrating.

He held the cell phone in his hand. "I told you before. Target is not easily disabled. You should also provide complete information about his identity!" sahut Jourrell.

"What's important? Didn't you always care about her background?" Reno again screeched. Just this time he was disappointed with Jourrel's performance which was considered slow.

"Because she's no ordinary girl, sir! Even his ingenuity could not compare to your previous targets. It's harder than I thought. Be patient! Don't disturb my concentration. This time it needs a strategy!" obviously Jourrel immediately turned off the phone.

The man is still at war with his heart. Her elakan and desire to kill Cheryl are both powerful. The throbbing in his head was getting stronger.

He got out of bed, walked to the open window. His eyes were staring into the vastness of the grounds back there. Think about what strategies he will use later.

Some time passed, Jourrel came out of the room. He had heard the whirring of the machines that were quite disturbing the ears. A sign that the shop is open. Some employees are also prepared for their jobs.

Jourrel saw his motorbike being handled by Tristan's subordinates. While the owner of the workshop went down directly to check the condition of Cheryl's car.

"Is his love so much the same as that bar-bar girl?" gerutu Jourrel frowned.

Jourrel breezed with long strides. Through several technicians who are struggling with car and motorcycle engines in each area.

"Tan!" Jourrel patted Tristan on the shoulder to surprise her.

"Ouch!" tristan cried when his head hit the hood of the car. Take two steps back while rubbing his head. "What?"

"When is there another race?" jourrel asked casually putting both hands in his pants pocket.

"Weekend is sure. Sometimes there are certain days too. It depends on the community" he said, clapping his slightly dirty hands.

"Gue's coming!" cetus Jourrel breaks down a smile.

"The client knows. What a wild race!"

"Eits! Don't mistake. It's an official community, bro. There are even sponsors from big companies to create arenas. And Cheryl herself designed the racecourse design. Cool's my crush. Ah Cheryl is awesome!" Tristan continued to boast about it making Jourrel's ears buzz at the name.

Jourrel clucked lazily. Despite his slight admiration for the young girl. But, the target is still the target.

"Yaudah, take me. But I don't have a car. Nebeng can, right?"

"By, Cheryl's brother often comes along. Although only a spectator and a team hooray," said Tristan turned to check the scratches in Cheryl's car. "Our club is free. There are no burdensome provisions" the man continued.

Jourrel nodded with a mysterious smile that Tristan did not know, because he was still engrossed in Cheryl's car.

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"So morning" said Tiger lowered his head, kissing the top of his wife's head.

The older, the more spoiled. That's how Tiger stamped his wife. Jihan cannot stay long if she is away from her husband.

"Not Ngabarin anyway? Know that I went straight home," he said looking up with a funny expression. He forgot he was no longer young.

Tiger glanced at his children at a glance, then stole a kiss on his wife's lips. "Inadvertently, the name is also a surprise," the man muttered with his baritone suata.

"Sir, when will you be? I've laper," muttered Axel touching his bellied stomach in there, asking to be filled.

"In a moment," Cheryl casually retorted her buttocks to the edge of the table.

Jihan grinned when she heard whispers from her son. He immediately pushed Tiger's chest, instantly becoming misbehaved. His face had even been flushed like a boiled crab.

Tiger just chuckled to see his wife who misbehaved like that. He pulled back Jihan's waist until their bodies were not separated. "Why be shy anyway? They're already big. Let it be an example, age can be old, our romantic soul is young dong," he said raising Jihan's chin.

"Iishhhhh! Already ah. I'm gonna go get lunch!" Jihan is uncomfortable, ashamed of her children. She stood back and away from her husband. "Axel, get dressed first" he said.

Only then did the two teenagers turn around while unraveling a wide smile. Axel nodded, then sauntered into his room. While crossing Tiger, Axel stopped his steps.

The two men of different ages just kept quiet and stared at each other closely. Axel who is shy, plus Tiger who is prestige makes the atmosphere become silent instantly.

"Boy, don't you miss papa?" After a few seconds Tiger finally made a sound.

Only then did Axel slip into his papa's arms. "Kangen, Pa. But Axel was embarrassed. Hehe!" his murmur was not heard by the two women who were standing not far from them.

"Delicious, both your prestige!" cetus Jihan was still watching the two of them.

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