The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 77: MOVE ON!

The car literally darted like the wind, so fast and agile it moved unexpectedly looking for any empty gaps. Rico's soul seemed to be shaken, just like his body was now swayed. His mouth was locked, unable to utter another word.

Not to forget the police sirens and warnings are still following him. Cheryl doesn't care. Both hands continue to move quickly to maintain the stability of the car's movement.

Some time passed, Cheryl's car almost reached the entrance gate of the airport. He further deepened the gas pedal, before long seen the motorcade luxury car that he believed was the SSG entourage.

Cheryl sped up to take the right lane. He doesn't know which car Jourrel is in. So the only way to stop all the cars.

After successfully crossing the front row, Cheryl turned on the hazard lamp, getting further and further forward. However, shortly afterwards Cheryl stepped on the brake pedal until the car swirled and then crossed the middle of the road.

“Hei! Why stop suddenly?” leon was furious when his driver stopped the car he was riding in.

“Some are blocking our way, Mister!” the driver was also in a special uniform.

Cheryl gets out of the car, running away from Rico who is trying to wake herself up. Rico felt like he was in the clouds. His head still feels swirling. Even his feet could not touch the ground.

“Om Papa!” cheryl shouted in the middle of the road with a hunting breath.

Hearing a familiar voice, Leon got out of his car. He was in car number two. “Cheryl?” call Leon ready to receive the girl's hug as usual.

Jourrel was in the first car. He turned his back when he saw Cheryl's arrival, even daring to stop the car troupe.

“Where is Jourrel, Om pa?” asked Cheryl still yelling without moving to greet him.

“Let's just relax, papa has secured it. Who her? Dare to disturb our family!” leon's toilet firmly put one of his hands into his pants pocket.

Cheryl shook her head, and her tears were clearly visible. “Please him, Om!” whine Cheryl.

Hearing Cheryl's defense, even seeing the girl's sadness made Jourrel strengthen her arms. The two guards next to him did not concentrate because they were curious about Cheryl.

With a quick movement, Jourrel dented the necks of the two guards alternately. Then kicking one of them until the car door opened, one of the guards fell down.

Jourrel immediately jumped out, Cheryl immediately ran to approach Jourrel. All the SSG teams got out of the car and advanced into a circle, pointing guns at Jourrel. There was even the sound of weapons ready to be launched.

Not only Jourrel, but also Cheryl. Because the girl directly hugged Jourrel's body very tightly. Jourrel just rested his chin on Cheryl's shoulder, the fragrance of the girl's body instantly bursting into her nose. Able to give him strength.

“Stop!” Leon exclaimed as he raised one hand up, giving instructions not to shoot.

Leon's forehead frowned, noticing the reactions of the two lovebirds hugging each other tightly before him. Trying to read what really happened.

“Jou, you are injured, where else? They hurt you?” lick Cheryl after stretching her arms.

Jourrel was still in handcuffs, he was moved. Her eyes closed feeling the touch of Cheryl's hand on her face, wiping the blood that was beginning to dry on her forehead.

“I'm fine. How did you get here?” Journey asked back.

“It doesn't matter. We have to get out of here!” cheryl's toilet grabbed Jourrel's arm and almost stepped up to meet Leon.

However, a thunderous warning shot shocked all of them. Cheryl circulated her gaze, her heartbeat already like running a marathon when it appeared Tiger switched to pointing a gun at Jourrel. Everyone also stared at the slowly walking Tiger, approaching at Jourrel and Cheryl.

“Papa,” says Cheryl with a soft look. Again his tears flowed.

Jourrel swallowed his saliva heavily, he could immediately guess the man who was now looking at him so sharply with a weapon in his hand. Yes, the exact same facial line as the girl next to him, could of course clarify who the middle-aged man was.

“Cheryl, look at me,” pinta Jourrel turned his head and slightly lowered his head. Until their beads bump into each other, Jourrel pulled both corners of her lips, giving the girl her best smile.

“If indeed I have to make up for all the mistakes in the past in this way, I am sincere. One thing you should know. Cheryl, I like you, even love you. Take good care of yourself. One message, please return me to mother's house, even though it is not breathing,” I Jourrel at length makes Cheryl cry hysterically.

Cheryl tugging at Jourrel T-shirt, “Shut your mouth! Don't ever talk like that! Remember, I'm waiting for you! You can leave him alone in such a weak lying state, huh?" cheryl shouted a sharp look. He was so emotional hearing the desperate Jourrel.

Jourrel closed his eyes, if asked, of course he could never leave his mother. The woman he fought for all this time, even he was willing to do everything for the recovery of the mother. But, what should he do now? Jourrel is very weak when it comes to his loved ones.

Tiger got closer, and Cheryl hurriedly stood without distance in front of Jourrel. Their bodies crammed together, Cheryl's back leaning against Jourrel's chest. Both of his hands firmly gripped the Jourrel T-shirt on either side of the man's body. Until now the muzzle of the gun was right on Cheryl's forehead.

“Soaring!” tiger exclaimed an eye signal to Cheryl to get away from Jourrel's body immediately.

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