The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 6: APES

"Iiss! Don't freak. You forgot this car is bulletproof! Move here!" cheryl replied calmly as she removed the seatbelt that was wrapped around her body.

Axel's heart was already galloping violently when a bullet slid into his car's glass. But of course it immediately bounced, unable to penetrate it. Even so, Axel was still surprised.

The man until the blank must behave how, even his concentration when driving a little froth. Cheryl touched her sister's cold arm, "Let's take off her seatbelt. Keep moving here!" said gently.

"But, Brother...." Axel hesitated to do so.

"Believe the same brother!" Cheryl convinced.

After replying with a nod, Axel's one hand attempted to open the seatbelt. Then the two exchanged places despite a bit of fatigue. Cheryl's skills soon mastered the pace of the car. Axel was already sitting in the passenger seat and tightening his seat belt.

"We see, who dares to disturb the princess tiger," Cheryl murmured at the motor behind her.

Jourrel slowed down the speed of the motor, regained control of the motor and re-inserted the weapon. "Damn! The car's bulletproof," he muttered in annoyance.

He stays focused on chasing Cheryl's car. The beautiful girl wore a thin smile, moving the steering wheel very easily even though her speed was above average.

Jourrel was still eagerly following him. Axel himself firmly gripped the handle that was on top of his head. He was unable to open his eyes because his body was swayed following the movement of Cheryl's car that slipped into the cracks of the road ahead of other vehicles.

Cheryl dribbles the motor that follows her to a quieter road, to avoid things that endanger other road users.

Ciiiiie!!!!

Decitan brake deafening, Cheryl stepped on the brake pedal and still agile moving the steering wheel until the car circled for several rounds.

Jourrel was aghast, his eyes widened in shock until he was forced to slam the steering wheel into the sidewalk. If not, he will be doomed. Hitting Cheryl's car, which is still circling, is likely to be much bounced if it happens.

Axel's heart seemed to fall and move into his stomach. His head was dizzy, even feeling nauseous now. He closed his eyes tightly. The clutches turned into two hands, as one hand alone was unable to stabilize his body movements.

Jourrel had fallen, hastily re-enforcing the bike. He continued to curse his misfortune that night. Until successfully riding his favorite motorcycle again, Cheryl's car has highlighted and pointed right at him.

Both of Cheryl's ash beads panned very sharply. It plays a powerful gas pedal, which makes anyone shudder to hear it. Axel's breath was piqued.

"Sister! Wanna puke!" moaning Axel whose face was as pale as cotton.

"Hold down, Dek," she turned her head for a moment. Unfortunately, the man dressed in a black leather jacket, with his pants and shoes in the same color, had moved away from his car.

Cheryl immediately sped up at high speed to chase after him. "Dadid! Because of you, Dek!" annoyed Cheryl trying to cut the distance with the bike.

"Songk!"

Cheryl managed to graze the motor body from the right side. Almost ignored and lost his life, but finally managed to master the situation again. Cheryl opened the car window.

"Let's down, sissy!" cheryl yelled her body out. He was forced to retreat because they were already on a two-way highway. Can't teach the motor anymore.

"Ck! Ahhh! Goddamnit! Sissy emang!" cheryl shouted back to her seat, hitting the steering wheel of her car.

"Sister, not strong! Hueeek!" Axel patted Cheryl on the shoulder. But late, he vomited the sportscar owned by the brother.

"Axhel!" exclaim Cheryl worried.

He immediately pulled the car over. Get down quickly and open the door for her sister. His arms stretched out to grab the shoulder of his sister until he managed to take her out.

Axel spewed out his entire stomach on the side of the road. Cheryl painstakingly scowled Axel's nape while wiping the sweat that soaked her handsome face.

"Duh, sorry, Deck. We're going to the hospital!" cheryl felt guilty.

Axel spread his body over the grass. His head still felt dizzy, his stomach as if squeezed. "No need, brother. Go home. Mom would panic. Papa hasn't come home yet," Axel said slowly.

"But if you get worse? If we were to deket the same aunty mama, surely all the problems of this cake are in order!" Cheryl sits cross-legged next to her sister.

"Sister, sorry. The car's getting dirty."

"What the hell? Dirty cars can be washed. Different if your brain is dirty, mama must be frustrated cleaninnya!" canda Cheryl also spread her head close to her sister. Staring at the charming star ribyan in their eyes.

"And the sister who taught me," said Axel turned his head. They looked at each other and laughed.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Meanwhile, Jourrel stopped by the side of the road when he made sure he was in a safe position. His leg was caught in Cheryl's car. He got down with a limp, opened his motor number plate quickly.

"That girl, it's crazy too!" his gerutu did not expect precisely the apes that approached him.

Jourrel picked up his phone, took off his helmet and called someone. "Tan! The workshop is still open?" ask him after there is an answer across the street.

"Your eyes! It's dark gini still open what not!" sahut Tristan who actually cursed on the other end of the phone.

"God! I'm fine, Tan Satan!" aspir Jourrel.

"Damn it! I picked up the phone from Lo!"

"Eeitt wait! Open the workshop right now or I set the bomb. Then tomorrow your place is flattened to the ground! I wait a maximum of one hour! No objection!" threaten Jourrel with his cold voice.

"Jouuu!" shouted Tristan but hung up his phone by Jourrel.

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