Beautiful Mafia Trapped in Classic Love

019. Kidnapped = Blow Back

They almost forget the time so spend approximately 3-4 hours there. Finally they stopped when they saw the night was getting late.

Dendi and Sima feel hungry but around there it is closed all. Obviously it's 11 p.m.

“Mbak Sima, then I take Mbak first to home?”

“Oh, yes. All right then.”

Dendi drove Sima to her front house. They waved goodbye hands. Dendi smiled and left.

However, Sima could not go back and enter the house now. He was worried that Dendi would experience the same incident as that time.

That was why, Sima was quietly following Dendi at the moment. In the middle of the journey trailing Dendi, it occurred to Sima— thought about Erik who knew that Dendi was a person close to Sima at this time.

Why would Erik know that?

Taps!

Surprised that someone had pulled his hand, Sima turned and found Erik behind her. He grinned for a moment.

“Night, Miss Sima. What's late at night like this?”

“You again!” peekik Sima's. He turned to Dendi, but it was too late. Dendi had already left and Sima had lost track of her.

“Yes? What's wrong with me?”

“Erik, let me go. I want–” His sentence was cut off, after he turned his head back and looked at him cynically. Suddenly from behind, someone else silenced his mouth with a handkerchief.

Not only with a handkerchief, Sima felt that the handkerchief was moistened by a liquid so as to make it but wake up faster.

At first his gaze was fine, blurred and then fell asleep. Sima fell to his knees but right after he closed his eyes, someone with a large body carried him to his shoulders.

Night with bright moon. But bad luck hit him. Whether he wants to be taken where, but certainly not for recreation.

“Is it true this woman beat up the chairman's men?” ask the bongsor guy.

“Yes. Thas right. Not wrong again, yesterday I confirmed it at the hotel.”

“Of course you know, 'you'll have to beat yourself up at that time. Right?”

“Do not ask unnecessary things. That night it was me and a bunch of others who got beat up. But that is not a problem, because the culprit has been caught,” said Erik puffed up.

The bongsor-bodied man walking while carrying Sima was chuckling considering that Erik had been beaten first and not long ago he also returned home in battered condition again. It's the same culprit.

***

A noise that sounds like a song. It was so hard that he felt dizzy, woke up and realized his hands were tied. Sima was lying on the cold floor, slowly opening her eyes and finding many people around her dancing.

“What is this ..”

After waking up, he tried to untie the rope. Slightly swiping both hands to quickly escape, although difficult and requires extra energy, Sima finally managed to remove the rope.

However, Sima's wrist is not okay.

The men and women there also realized that Sima was conscious. They all looked at him with hateful eyes. No more dancing, they were silent together.

Sima tried to get up but his body was pushed back to lie on the floor. Because his gaze was still imperfect, and a little blurred he decided to be quiet for a while.

While glancing around, counting the number of those inside this noisy room. Around a dozen of them were mixed with men and women.

After Sima's view returned. Immediately he grabbed the leg of the woman who was still stepping on him. Then pulling it then makes the woman unbalanced and fell.

Everyone was shocked and immediately they stormed at the same time. Looks like they know that Sima is a martial artist.

Nor will he hesitate anymore. Killing them one by one. Punching the secret part, the caution as well as the ************.

Men or women, they all he killed equally. Not excluding anyone.

“Erik is not comparable to me, let alone you who are just a bunch of useless garbage. Ck, what do you guys actually do to successful women, huh!?” sima grumbled with an uncontrollable look on his face again.

Silence does not budge. After a while, a man who was still in a state of consciousness. As he held his enlarged face, he hurled insults at Sima.

“Basic *****! *******! You really are that woman, right? Obviously, your stature looks the same. But what the fuck, masa' you don't know what reason you were brought here?” he said with a mocking tone.

“What do you mean!?” asked Sima in a firm voice.

With a trembling body, he tried to get up. Then refer and say, “Deal has not been reached. But you're even doing it yourself? At least remember all your sins!”

Sima flinched instantly. Again he was touched on with almost similar sentences. Sin, murder, and a re-invited past. But Sima's memory is still tightly shut.

“Hah! I already told you! I'll do anything but be the arrogant man's l*cur!” amuk Sima is not good.

“Heard quite dubious. Are you really a good woman?!”

The longer Sima listened to their nonsense, the longer he was annoyed. This room doesn't mean anything. Sima stepped away but several times he tried to open the door of the room, it could not be opened.

“Locked!?”

Panic and try to find another way. But obviously not possible because this room is only a whole box. There's no other way but that only door.

Sima stepped back, and dragged his right leg back. He wanted to knock down the door but it suddenly opened.

A man in formal dress. The other one is Erik. Erik once claimed to be the chairman of the First Faction which was clearly impossible to be occupied by a weak loser.

“You collapsed with just one blow from a woman. What do you want, Erik?”

Highlight the eyes of hatred shown blatantly. Erik's presence was different from previous moments. He just stood there and then stepped inside.

“We meet again? It's a nightclub formed by our chairman. Hows it? Is Miss Sima happy with our welcome?”

What this guy is talking about. Bouncing that no-no, as if accepting Sima as a guest in this place. Sima's forehead even twitched in disbelief.

“I don't like to think negatively. Tell me what your real job is?” sima asked, setting her position by standing upright. He approached a few steps.

“Gigolo.”

Yep, Sima guessed it. If it's Erik, this guy has an indecent job. He had been expecting it since they met at the hotel. Brash attitude is not educated, even to sigh as if playing. All of this has made it clear who Erik is.

“I was brought here for what?”