The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 46: CURIOUS

Jourrel grabbed Cheryl's waist and dropped her body, while throwing two bullets right in her enemy's hands, so that their shot missed and the gun slipped from her second hand.

Right along with a large caliber bullet that shot out of the air hitting the enemy car.

A helicopter began to land slowly in the rice field area. Some members in neat and violent suits were pointing their guns.

The bodies of the two were blown away due to such a great shock in their car. His guns are out of their reach.

Jourrell's body collapses, with Cheryl overrunning him. The man's arms were tightly coiled around Cheryl's waist. Both breaths gasping. Cheryl can see Jourrel's eye bead behind the helmet glass.

"Are you okay?" ask Jourrel in a soft voice.

Realizing their bodies were not far away, Cheryl immediately stood up, opening her helmet glass. He turned to the Tiger members who had now circled his enemies while pointing guns.

"Whatever you want to do!" cheryl said seriously to her guards.

"Ready, Miss!" exclaim them compact.

Then Cheryl looked down, looking at the two people whose hands were injured by Jourrel, but still in a conscious state. "Tell Gevano, get ready!" cheryl with her serious face.

The well-dressed men immediately herded the enemies into a helicopter for interrogation. When it comes to weaponry, Cheryl leaves the decision to her papa.

Cheryl then turned around, walking closer to Jourrel who was stunned to see the scene in front of her. He gulped and wondered, Who is Cheryl Anastasia?

'It seems, many mysteries that I don't yet know of this girl, ' Jourrel's inner being is now staring fixedly at Cheryl's beautiful bead.

"Come on!" have Cheryl pitch gracefully and sit on the bike.

Jourrel rushed after him, immediately started the motor and sped away. Cheryl was silent. "You're going home?" tawar Jourrell's.

"No! Jhoni, why can you bring that firearm?" asked Cheryl who had thought about it earlier.

"Eee .. Just in case!" sahut Jourrel was confused to answer.

"Ck! You're not a member of the mafia!" guess Cheryl with a probing look.

"What's? Ms. .. no!" sahut Jourrel quickly. His chest was pounding violently for fear of his identity being revealed.

Meanwhile, Tiger who was still in contact with his men immediately spoke. "How's Cheryl doing?" asked Tiger with a stifled growl.

"Young lady is unharmed, sir!" reply to the chief assigned by Tiger.

"Good, Master!"

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"Jhon, stop by the minimarket first. The cake is not strong when it comes to supermall," Cheryl pinta.

"You hurt?" ask Jourrel worried.

"Once, maybe. The important thing is not to go home first. Everything in my house can talk! I can get a ticket from Papa. And you, owe me the same explanation, Jhon. Why bring that gun" Cheryl said.

Jourrel swallowed his saliva. He's not the only one who's curious about Cheryl. But the girl was more curious about him. His brain worked hard, choosing the right reason.

'If you look, it's quite dangerous to have a relationship with this girl. Should I admit it? Rather than later I die in vain because it was found out that I almost killed him?' inner Jourrel felt unsettled.

Before long, Cheryl stopped at a minimarket. He was shopping for basic necessities. But not too much. Due to the conscious capacity of the motor is not able to carry a lot of load.

Unbeknownst to him, Jourrel stood by him. Carrying a shopping cart like a husband who accompanies his wife shopping.

Once enough is felt, Cheryl walks to the cashier to pay for it. Jourrel was unmoved but his heart raged with worry.

After the transaction, Cheryl will bring three large bags of groceries. Quickly, Jourrel seized it and took it all out. Cheryl's lips covered in a thin smile, she immediately sat in the backseat.

"Where are you taking it?" tanya Jourrel turned on the engine.

"I'm pointing the way" Cheryl said.

Jourrel nodded, and he slowly moved on. Cheryl slightly advanced as her arms pointed the way, occasionally her arms intersecting with Jourrel's shoulders.

A few moments later, Jourrell woke up. That the road he went through was the way to his home. His chest was pounding even more strongly, his head was also throbbing violently, especially now that the distance of his house was getting closer.

"Jhon, why is it getting slower?" ask Cheryl when she feels Jourrel is slowing down.

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