The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 7: LEAVE IT TO THE EXPERT

Jourrel moved his right leg. Possibly slightly injured, he hissed feeling pain while walking around his motorbike. After resting for a few minutes, Jourrel was already feeling better.

Slowly, get up and get back in the helmet, then ride the bike. He rushed to Tristan's workshop, a friend who always helped him in terms of transportation and maintenance of his motorcycle.

Arriving there, Jourrel immediately went down, dragging his feet towards the sofa on Tristan's large workshop terrace. He removed his head protection, as well as a black mask so that he could freely breathe in as much oxygen as possible.

His body was thrown away, in that soft chair. Still jerking, leaning back with his arms partially covering his face.

A considerable distance from where he was, making Tristan arrive at the workshop 15 minutes later. Although annoying, Tristan still approached his best friend.

"Why again this time?" grunts Tristan after getting out of his car.

His steps were immediately fixed on a motorcycle parked in the middle of the terrace. Tristan examines the details of his best friend's vehicle, starting from the front, then down the large motor body.

"What's going on?" tristan asked when he found the right body of the bike was a lot of scratches.

"The bull's mouth is raging!" cetus Jourrel in a resentful tone.

Tristan held back his laughter, "Why the hell? Like another PMS girl!" her innuendo a landslide that immediately made Jourrel enforce his seat.

The look on his face still contained the remains of annoyance mixed with shock. His breath was blowing heavily, seeming to let out his frustration that was piling up in the chest.

The man stood up, supporting his body even though the pain in his legs was getting worse. He stood behind Tristan who was crouched still checking the condition of his engine.

"Change color. Love the cool modification. Don't want to know, must change the total appearance!" jourrel's orders refused to tell. Can go down because of a crushing loss of his target. Peculiar.

"Huf! It can't be now, Jourrel!" elak Tristan ducked down, turned on the motor and checked it, his hand turning the gas repeatedly until the sound was quite deafening.

"BYURR!"

Suddenly someone flushed the two men with water and the bucket. Tristan and Jourrel were shocked. Both of them looked in unison full of emotion. There a middle-aged woman stood around her waist, with a rough gust of breath.

"Shitt!" as Tristan slowly looked at his soaked body.

Jourrel growled in the heart. Both of his hands were clasping very tightly. His forehead twitched because of his strong teeth.

"Who lives here are you? It's already night. Time to rest! Don't know if you're tired of looking for money all day! If you play the bike there in the middle of the forest. Not in the middle of the settlement!" shouted the thick-bodied woman.

Despite his anger, Jourrel did not serve him. Just staring with his eagle eyes so sharp.

Tristan walked with water droplets from his body. "Sorry." Only one word was said. Not wanting to prolong the problem. Obviously, he was wrong.

"One more time you start that bike, I'll burn your bike!" warned spray. Then he turned around and returned to his house next to Tristan's workshop.

Tristan snorted bitterly. He squinted at his best friend. "Lo got cursed on the street? I got hit by it, went on a shit gig. Canceled in the race. Water too! Good thing it's not water!" gerutu Tristan turned a step, then opened the steel door of the building.

Jourrel is cold-handed, but not applicable to women who are old. Remembering his mother at home.

His rebellious chest wanted to fight back, but conscience refused as the shadow of his mother's face flashed across his head. But he forgot, that the target this time was women, mothers-to-be.

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"Sister, who was that? Why are we after him?" axel asked as his body was already feeling better. They were enjoying a meal at a nearby kfc while waiting for Cheryl's car wash to finish.

"What is my school, brother? Did we say the same papa?" the teenager devoured the food in front of him after his stomach was drained for some time.

Cheryl frowned, sipping her drink bit by bit while thinking. "Don't you know, if it had something to do with papa, it would have been given by the bodyguard again like before. Looks like my target. I leave tomorrow with me!" cheryl had an idea.

"Will you suspect something?"

"No, I said there was a meeting of your school deck. Use Rainer's car. I'll pick him up. If there is nothing, the day after leaving alone ordinary rich. How's it?"

Axel raised his finger to form a circle on his index finger and thumb. Because his mouth chews food.

After a while of struggling with the science of guesswork, Cheryl only remembered one thing. He immediately grabbed the phone in his pants pocket and contacted someone.

Waiting for a few seconds, a soft voice sounded across the phone. Cheryl squeals in excitement. "Luna!" the thrill made Axel choke.

"Sister Cheryl, how are you? Tumben phone? I smelled something wrong" said Luna.

"Aihh, you look like papa on the phone. Suspicion continues. But really. Hehehe," Cheryl chuckled.

"I thought so" said Luna politely.

"But don't talk to anyone. Especially papa!" Cheryl reminded.

"Yes, manhunt, brother. I'm leaving Xavier!" Across the street, Luna was preparing to put on her shoes. He put earpods in the ears that are already connected to his phone.

"Where are you going? Main mulu feelings!" ask Cheryl to investigate.

"Butuin Xavier, Brother. Just find a new sensation. Bosen dong in the house of mulu. Then, what can I slam, brother?" chirps Luna.

"Axel just slammed, Lun. Let it be mighty! Ahaha!" timpal Cheryl laughed out loud. Compared to the upside with Axel who glared sharply at his brother. "Eh, Lun. I'll send you a cctv file. Help you track down the owner of the motor on the tape yes," he continued, now turned serious.

"Who the fuck, don't tell me ahem's sister Cheryl?" luna Goda.

"Ehem what? Lt's not. He is clearly dangerous. Needs destruction. Bantuin. The rest is my business."

"Ready! Shrimp first yes, brother. Send it, I'll work. Xavier's got a door on him!" In a hurry, Luna turned off her phone before Cheryl answered.

"Diihh, the drip of papa. I love the phone!" the gerutu put the phone back.

Axel wiped his mouth with a tissue, wanting to ask something but feeling embarrassed. Just tapped his fingers on the table. "Sister, isn't it a dong race?" He shifted his inner struggle.

"No. Badmood because of that sissy guy. Next time, though. Haven't you? Let's go!" ask Cheryl to stand up and clean her hat.

Axel who was still slightly trembling inevitably, followed his brother. They're heading to the car wash.

After paying for it, Cheryl immediately took the car out. He stopped in the parking lot, connected his cell phone to the CCTV footage in his car.

"What do you want, brother?" ask Axel.

"Give it to the experts" Cheryl answered back to drive her car.

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