The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 97: AS DESIRED
Two very busy days for Cheryl and the team. At exactly 11 p.m., Jourrel infiltrated his old house, which is now occupied by Bonar, his wife and Dame.
Jourrel wrapped his entire body in an all-black cloth. The black mask covered part of his face. Leaving the eyes of the eagle that gushed full of vengeance. The bulletproof jacket was already covered with a deep black leather jacket wrapped around his body.
The turnstile opened after Jourrel pressed the bell, but he hid. And after the guards came out to confirm, Jou directly hit the man's nape until he fainted.
Two other guards immediately came out hearing a thump outside the gate. And at that moment, Jourrel also finished them off right then and there. Not so difficult, enough with martial arts without having to take out the hot lead, they managed to topple Jourrel alone.
“So far safe, Miss!” report the incoming Poltak followed Jourrel.
Cheryl gripped the steering wheel of her car under the dark sky that night. 100 Meters from Jourrel House. His chest thumped as he let go of Jourrel performing his act tonight.
“Emm! Keep Jourrel from behind,” order Cheryl on Poltak.
“I want to destroy Bonar and the rest of this house,”, said Jourrel who suddenly said. When standing right in front of the spacious and towering main door. His hand gripped the door leaf while looking down.
Cheryl straightened her body quickly. His eyes are wide. “Jou, are you sure?”
“Yes! It hurt a lot when I got back into this house! All those bad memories are getting better! Please, help me destroy it after I meet that jerk,” pinta Jourrel with a quivering voice.
Cheryl closed her mouth, confused as to how. “Again I asked, are you sure, Jou. Aren't there a lot of memories of your childhood with your mother's father?” ask Cheryl again.
“All have vanished since that incident, Cheryl. Only the bad memories and pain I felt when I came back here,”, Jourrel pleaded.
“Good, Uncle Bian?” Cheryl agrees and calls Bian, who is not far from her.
“Ready, Miss!” bian immediately went down with the Blackstone members to set explosives in every corner of the room.
Hearing that, Jourrel exhaled a rough breath. He immediately broke down the door of the house with Poltak. The house servants came out immediately upon hearing the commotion. Jourrel and Poltak pointed their guns at them.
“Leave this place right now if you don't want to die!” the words of Jourrel made them shudder in fear. “Quick! Don't bring anything. Leave your phones!” tell Jourrel again to move his gun outwards.
“Ba—baik, Sir!” they raised their hands and went out with nothing. Walking without daring to look back while holding his breath.
Outside, they were immediately dealt with by Bian and his men. Immediately taken care of their respective returns and forced them to shut up.
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Jourrel who already knew the location of Bonar's room immediately stepped expressionlessly up the stairs one by one. He stood at the door and knocked on the door arrogantly.
Bonar blinked his eyes when he heard someone dare to disturb his sleep. The man forced his body to get off the bed and opened the door.
His body froze when he saw Jourrel who had already opened his mask. Bonar rubbed his eyes to clarify his view. It didn't change or disappear. Jourrel was actually standing in front of him.
“Hngh! How dare you enter this house!” satirical Bonar circulated the gaze in all directions, ensuring that Jourrel came alone. He didn't think that Jourrel would come to the house. Not to meet him at the location of the weapons transaction as he had planned.
“You think I'm like you? Come bring the group under the pretext of robbery?" shoot Jourrel directly at the point.
Bonar laughed out loud, "Hahaha! You're a big boy, Jou! I do have to, because your grandfather did not give me any inheritance at all. All given to your father, his favorite son!” I Bonar laughed grinningly.
Bonar then looked back at him sharply, “Then now? What do you want? Wouldn't your mother die if she dared to set foot here again?”
Jourrel gritted his teeth. His chest almost exploded from the anger. His eyes grew sharp and began to turn red.
“Jourrel, calm yourself. Five minutes from now, the house is going to explode,” Cheryl said from the connection of their communication tool.
“Of course! Let nothing bother you until all your father's possessions fall into my hands, haha! You should have even died back then!” bonar said there was not the slightest trace of fear.
“Job! You're the one who should be dead!” the shout of Jourrel gripped Bonar's collar and snapped to the wall. He beat the old man blindly.
Bonar's wife who heard the commotion immediately came out. She screamed in surprise when she saw her husband being mercilessly beaten. The woman grabbed whatever was in her room, she found a golf club and smacked into Jourrel's back.
Jourrel stood up, then strangled the woman with emotion, “You are the same! You trash family! Parasite!” jourrel shouted considering that the woman had always been bad to him and his mother.
Unexpectedly, Jourrel had another attack on his back. A kick from Dame managed to make him fall.
The two men got into a fierce fight. Jourrel stood up again and immediately beat him mercilessly. He breathed out all the anger that had been buried in his heart for decades.
Kicks, punches and attacks each other made them reach the balcony of the room. Suddenly Jourrel's body squeezed. Cold sweat poured out all over his body. Jourrel immediately squatted while pulling his hair, covering his ears.
The look of his father being killed and dropped from the balcony of the room again filled his eyes and ears. Dame is confused and afraid of Jourrel's change of attitude.
“Aaaaaaarrrrrgggghhh! Ayaaaaah!” jourrel shouted loudly until his whole body stiffened. Jourrell seems to have lost control.
“Jou! Jourrell! Uncle! Poltak! Jourrel why?” cheryl shouts her feet in the car. “Jourrel wake up, two more minutes!” the girl panicked.
Poltak and Bian immediately run to ambush Bonar and his family. They do not struggle to get an unexpected attack from the reinforcements of Jourrel. Only Dame managed to escape jumping over the window and descending slowly, creeping on the pillars on each floor.
“Nona! Jourrel on the balcony of the second floor of the largest room to the west. It looks like he's been through a lot of trauma. Perhaps remembered by his father,” exclaimed Rico who monitored the house's CCTV.
Cheryl can't keep quiet. He immediately drove his car into the courtyard of the house. Then ran as hard as he could into the house, running up the stairs to find Jourrel.
“We have to get out!” cheryl looked at the clock on her wrist.
Jourrel was still shouting calling for his father. His vision was filled with tragic events. Jourrel cannot control himself and his feelings.
Cheryl pulled out both of Jourrel's hands, then clenched them tightly. “Jourrel, Jourrel you heard me! Jourrel, please it's me, honey!”
“Nona, 59 seconds more!” bian yelled out to the balcony quickly and immediately reached Jourrel, assisted by Poltak. Several members of the Blackstone Clan also started arriving, they made sure Bonar and his wife could not move, locked the door of the meeting room and ran out.
“Jou is with me, Uncle!” cheryl shouted to open the door of her car.
Quickly seat Jourrel and help wearing seat belts. Cheryl herself immediately sat behind the wheel. Stepping on the powerful gas pedal immediately darted away.
So did all the Blackstone members. Bian most recently, made sure all his men had left the location. He soon followed and left.
"DUARRRR!!!" Explosion after explosion was mutual. The fire began to burn the entire building.
Cheryl could still feel the vibrations, her voice was deafening. He turned his car around and stopped for a moment. His eyes could clearly see the flames soaring high into space. He turned to Jourrel, grasping the man's hand gently.
"Look at Jou, as you wish," said Cheryl cupped Jourrel's cheeks and showed Jourrel's face at her house, which had vanished into flames.
Jourrel's breath began to swallow, he stared blankly. Her tears rolled down both of her cheeks. I hope all the bad memories disappear from her memory.
Cheryl gently stroked Jourrel's cheek, she removed her seatbelt and approached the man. Jourrel turned his head, a second later dumbfounded when Cheryl kissed his lips.
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