The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 78: THE DEFENSE

Silence, none of them dared to make a sound. Only the whirring of the wind and the dry leaves were scattered, accompanying their tension that afternoon.

Cheryl's breathing roar was very rough. His tear-filled net did not blink at all, highlighting boldly the father's sharp bead. His chest was very strong.

“Surge! Papa's seen all the footage from your car! He should have been thrown into lion captivity because he dared to woe you!” furious Tiger with a cold and ruthless expression. His teeth sounded so clear.

Cheryl shook her head quickly, getting her body closer to Jourrel. “It was, Pa ...” His words stopped because Tiger interrupted.

“No matter first or now!” tiger snapped right in Cheryl's face. The girl closed her eyes until both her cheeks were wet with tears falling down.

“In papa's eyes, all the same. There is no forgiveness for anyone who dares to hurt our family!” connect the man with a loud voice.

“Please, Sir. I am ready to accept punishment. I apologize profusely. Cheryl, step aside,” said Jourrel turned himself in.

Cheryl turned her gaze, still in the same position. “Shut! Everyone must have a mistake. And you've paid with your life, before! Please don't be like this. Mom is waiting for you Jourrel!” cheryl cried frustratedly in tears.

Rico who already felt better immediately ran, let alone see his nonanya at the gunpoint of his own father. Leon walked up to them all.

“Master! The master! Nah! Don't!” he said in a panic, presumptuously removing Tiger's arm and standing in front of Cheryl.

"You?!" Tiger was getting angry. He turned to put his gun right in Rico's face. How dare Rico fight him.

Ah didn't Rico always fight him, to protect Jihan? Although now his breathing was wheezing, his heart pounding was already a mess.

“Uncle!” lirih Cheryl was moved by her bodyguard.

Leon, who was walking quietly, stopped behind Tiger. Then put the muzzle of his gun on Tiger's back head. “Hei! You are too stiff! Look at our beloved daughter. Hemm ... It looks like we should hold a hearing at the round table. Lower that gun!” leon's orders were relaxed yet demanding.

Tiger glanced at it with the tail of his eyes, Leon raised his head as a gesture to immediately lower the gun in his hand.

“Cheryl! Come with Papa's car! Fear your papa is crazy,” Leon quipped after Tiger lowered his arm slowly.

“Sama Jourrel Yes, Om papa!” pinta Cheryl wants to scream at her uncle's defense.

Leon raises next to his eyebrows, “Yes!” he twisted his body.

“Can-can, om papa later who killed aunty your mama, if you why!” chirps Leon kissed Cheryl on the forehead.

Only then can the girl break down the laughter, even though she still shed tears. “Lepasin used to be his handcuffs, Om!” pinta Cheryl points at Jourrel's arm.

“You always spoil him! I'm waiting at home!” shouted Tiger still with his emotions stirring. Then I walked quickly to his car.

Cheryl just stared at her papa's back until she entered the car. Then move it at a very high speed.

“Take it easy! Om papa in front of you!” he said he patted Cheryl's head. Leon turned to look at Jourrel. “Hey, you! If love is pursued, fight. Don't even give it up! This time I understood. But no other word time!” he nodded with a sharp look.

Jourrel swallowed his saliva nervously. His feelings were mixed, tense, nervous, afraid, haru and happy mixed into one. Her lips twitched in confusion revealing what she felt.

“Release the handcuffs!” leon's orders to his men.

All the teams again lowered the weapons, then one man immediately advanced to remove the iron wrapped around Jourrel's arm.

Rico breathed a sigh of relief. Wiping the sweat that flooded his face. It was so tense that it was almost out of breath.

Leon is now walking towards her. Rico bowed respectfully to that master. In the heart of second-guessing, what Leon would do to her.

“Bring Cheryl's car home! You should also join!” leon patted Rico on the shoulder.

“Good, Master!” his heart re-energized his back, his heart was again relieved because it did not need to feel on the verge of life like when Cheryl drove it.

Cheryl and Jourrel looked at each other closely, the two pairs of neutrals were coated with a clear liquid to fade his gaze.

Slowly, Jourrel stepped his foot, eroding the distance between the two of them. Jourrel cupped Cheryl's cheeks together. Her lips were still tightly clenched, only the eyes of their loving eyes were talking to each other. Almost brought his face closer to Cheryl, stopped by a gun attached to Jourrel's head.

"Don't fuck around! Prepare a reasonable and acceptable reason!" leon's threatening made him shudder again.

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