Bad Boy Agents

Babe

The gunshot was deafening along with the water that Gayatri received right all over her helpless body.

The girl immediately regained consciousness. He woke up and his consciousness soon gathered. His blurred eyes he tried to focus on. He shook his head to dispel the messy strands of his hair and dripped a droplet of water.

He looked carefully at the foreign environment around him. Not clearly visible, because the surrounding lighting is minimal, there is only a chandelier that moves left and right exposed to water flush the figure of Gayatri.

The soaked body sat on a wooden chair with hands and feet tied. He shook his hands and feet, trying to break away but his bond was very strong, not only with him in revolt.

“Privet, pank,” greet a voice in Russian meaning, ‘Halo berandal!’.

Slowly the owner of the alien voice appeared under the chandelier and clearly his face grinned fiercely.

Gayatri was not too surprised, when the face that appeared belonged to Oliver the general wakasek with a man behind him who was none other than Arisman.

“You don't seem surprised little boy. Is it because you realize you made a mistake, huh?” asked Arisman who approached Gayatri who raised his right leg on the left side of the bench occupied by Gayatri.

“Error? Is saving a dying friend a mistake?” Gayatri asked boldly.

THE PLAQUE!

Instead of an answer, it was a slap that the girl received from Arisman's hand. It was very hot and painful, Gayatri's neck was also sick because she turned away forcibly. The corner of his lips let out drops of blood, bit by bit then gathered and dripped on the sandy floor made of concrete.

“Mne nravyatsya neposlushnyye devushki,” Oliver said as he took off his thick jacket and threw it away. Only the sixpack body is clearly visible in front of Gayatri and wrapped in a plain black shirt.

Gayatri looked at the man's chest, not because of its field and sexy shape but because there was a necklace hanging from his neck. The necklace that Shaka once showed as the identity of a drug kingpin.

Aris pulled her body away when she heard Oliver's confession that she said liked this dissident girl. The man invited Oliver to come closer and he took a few steps back. Maybe this time he will see an interesting lesson that Oliver will give to the sweet girl whose son asks him never to touch.

“I'll help papah trap Rasya, but don't touch Gayatri,” the sentence comes back buzzing when Dion gives him an offer. A stupid offer that would certainly not be met by an Arisman.

Oliver drew closer to Gayatri, he stared intently at the pair of wary eyes. He was very afraid that this girl would die after fighting all out with his men. Especially when one of his men hit the head behind Gayatri until this girl fell unconscious.

It was natural to do, given the difficulty of paralyzing Gayatri when he fought alone against six adult men who are good at fighting.

“You are very strong and make me fall in love,” Oliver still speaks Russian that Gayatri does not understand. But from the glint of his eyes, Gayatri saw the male evil intentions grinning at her.

The man is getting closer. One hand gripped Gayatri's chin firmly and the other hand rubbed Gayatri's wet hair and covered her pretty face.

His eyes stared intently at the pair of eyes that were only one inch away from his eyes. He could even feel Gayatri's breathing roaring from her mouth and nose.

Gayatri tries to rebel, but Oliver's grip even harder, until his cheeks are interested and his lips conical. The man grinned at the threatening glare of the eyes and the enormous flame of anger.

“I should have seen you from the beginning. You're too pretty. It's a pity to be heartbroken by the little boy I killed.” I'm Oliver who's only laughed at by Arisman. Yes, only the man understood Oliver's words while Gayatri looked confused.

“What do these fucking men mean? Translate if you have the balls!” tell Gayatri with annoyance. His voice sounded unclear because his chin was still in Oliver's grip.

“She's expecting you Aya,” said Arisman as she chuckled, making Gayatri look at her in disgust.

Looking at Gayatri's threatening gaze, Oliver grinned, bringing his face closer to Gayatri. Rubbed the girl's cheek with her bushy jaw and whispered softly. “I want you,” that word that Oliver then said in Gayatri's ear with passion. He was sure that the three words were enough Gayatri understood.

DUK!

Unexpectedly, Gayatri gored the man with her head, right in the man's nose.

"AWH ****!!!” grunt Oliver in pain. Gayatri's nod made her bangir nose feel like it was broken. He took a few steps back while holding his bloody nose.

THE PLAQUE!!

Gayatri gets a slap for the second time and this time from Oliver. The man immediately took the weapon on the table and pointed it at Gayatri. His anger is becoming.

“I don't like to play around with you little boy! You have made me unable to get out of this country, then you must accompany me to play around!” exclaim Oliver with his thick Russian accent.

Gayatri doesn't care. Although he did not understand Oliver's words, but he was sure this man only gritted him.

“Duel with me if you dare a sissy man!” shouts Gayatri with all her courage.

“Hahahahaha!!” Arisman instead laughed out loud hearing the dueling challenge from Gayatri. This girl thinks how good she is? Isn't it just the street?

“What did he say?” oliver asked Arisman who was laughing with satisfaction.

“She invited you to a duel, Hhahahahaha...” Arisman laughed again.

“Hahahha... This girl is interesting. Okey! She thinks I'm scared?” apparently Oliver is responding. There was no way he would let a child lower his pride.

“You're serious? Want to fight a kid?” asked the surprised Arisman.

“Why not? He insulted me, where I might have let him. Release the bond!” yelled Oliver at his men.

Gayatri realized that the six men he had battered were hiding in the dark. One man approached, a bruised-eyed man due to Gayatri's fist.

Alert, he untied Gayatri's hand and then her foot. Not yet had the man moved, Gayatri had already raised his knees until, until,

DUK!

The man grimaced in pain while holding his chin and a second later, Gayatri kicked the man's chest into a lunge.

“Strike!” exclaimed one of Arisman's men who did not receive his friend was made to fall sprawled with Gayatri kick.

"HOLD STUPID! WHO TOLD YOU TO ATTACK?!" arisman shouted at his men.

The men who had prepared had to lower their fists.

"He's my part" Oliver said, taking off his plain shirt and showing his well-groomed chest muscles with fine hair covering them.

Gayatri immediately prepared with her sturdy horses. Both of his hands were already clenched in front of his chest, ready to attack. Can he face a man who has a body size much larger than him?

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