Handsome Gangster Love Trap

You're Injured!!

"Aarrggghhh ."

The screams of pain broke within the silence of the night. The body fell instantly with the life that had been detached from his body, his neck was broken after being twisted violently by a young man who was currently standing firmly surrounded by about 10 people who had been sprawled on the quiet streets and away from the crowd.

And they all must have been lifeless, a sharp grin on the corner of his lips. The young man roughly pulled the arm of one of the corpses and carved something into his arm with a little dagger of his beloved.

After that waltzed away from the place with a victory grin that was clearly imprinted on the look of his calm face but seemed cold and flat.

One of his hands wiped the blood on the corner of his lips and under his eyes.

His eye bag was torn from being hit by the dagger of one of his enemies in the last seconds before the young man ended the man's life, and fortunately the dagger did not make his right eye blind.

"You're late. I've cleaned up the Rats." He said when he realized the arrival to his 3 best friends.

The towering tall young man seemed to be twitching his lips in annoyance, both of his hands were cupping his chest."Zian, you're really unfair. How can you enjoy a game as good as that alone. You didn't even leave one for us." His complaint.

Zian rolled his eyes panted at the successive words of his tall friend. "Sad." And grinned slowly and then continued his steps.

And the tall Alex pub looked very upset because of Zian's cold attitude that exceeded the north pole. Alex looked at his three friends in turn, they just shrugged his shoulders indifferently. They turned around and caught up with Zian, leaving Alex still petrified in his place.

Until he realized something.

"Why did you leave me? YAKKK WAIT FOR ME------."

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Zian rubbed his tired body on the long sofa in the main room of his headquarters. His body was crumbling and his head was throbbing in pain, slightly grimacing as the injuries on his face were unintentionally touched by his own hands.

"Zian, let me treat your wounds."

Like a God of help. Theo emerged from the kitchen with a basin filled with clean water and a p3k box in his left hand.

Then Theo placed it on the table, the young man took his place in front of Zian to make it easier while cleaning and treating his wounds. Theo took out a few sheets of still-clean cotton and formed them into a circle, pouring a little alcohol on them

"You hold it a little, it'll sting a little." Said warned.

"Ohh." Zian grimaced slightly as the cotton mixed with alcohol began to touch the bruises on his injured face.

After finishing and applying with ointment on the wound, do not forget the plaster to cover the wound under the left eye and lower right cheek.

"It looks like they won't let us go, and they won't stay idle when they find out his men are holding their lives in your hands. And we have to do something soon." Although it sounds relaxed, there is anxiety in Max's speech.

The young man was convinced that the head of the society that Zian had killed tonight would not remain silent knowing some of his men had been killed sadistically at the hands of the young man.

Zian slid his back on the cushion of the sofa. His eyes flashed far away staring at the ceiling of his headquarters. What Max said was true, and he himself predicted that there would be a counterattack.

The young man had to rack his brain so that everything could go as he expected, he would not let them win from him. Because Zian did not like defeat, and Zian would not hesitate to get rid of anyone who dared to get in his way.

"Then what's your plan?" Zian turned his neck and looked at Max questioningly.

"Call our old partner back. Because we need a lot of strength to deal with this situation. And we have to send someone to spy on them." Zian grinned, a soft fist He lay on Max's shoulder.

"Where are you going?" cris exclaims to open his voice when he sees Zian getting up while wearing his black leather jacket back.

"home." Answer's short.

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Zian stopped his motorbike when his commoner eyes accidentally saw the silhouette of a girl he knew very well was sitting alone at the bus stop. Look at the clock that's coiled around his wrist. Time shows at 21:00 pm, without thinking long.

The young man blamed his motorbike engine again and approached the girl who must have been Luna.

"Luna, what are you doing here?" ask Zian.

Felt his name called. The girl who had just sat down while playing her legs then looked up. He looked a little surprised by Zian's sudden appearance.

"Eo, Zian." Exclaims. Zian pulled his upper lip and smiled as thin as paper, then took a spot beside Luna.

"What are you doing here all these nights?" ask Zian curiously.

"Waiting for public transport. My car broke down and I left it at my work." Answer Luna.

And after that short chat, the togetherness of the two of them was only tinged with silence. Both Zian and Luna were reluctant to open their voices and end the silence between them.

The originally bright sky suddenly darkened with strong winds that brought the cold piercing into the bone marrow.

Luna hugged her own body, her body felt frozen because of the increasingly piercing cold. There was nothing that could help him feel warm. His slender body is only covered in a flower-patterned knee dress with brocade alloys on his chest to his arms.

No scarves, no warm coats. Damn, I can't predict the weather. If you know, surely Luna will wear a scarf or carry a coat, but unfortunately she did not bring anything.

Realize that. Zian did not remain silent. He immediately opened his jacket and draped on Luna's tiny shoulder. Separating the high-necked sleeveless black shirt that was attached to her burly body, the shirt had a tear on her right abdomen.

Luna was flinched, she turned her head and was slightly flabbergasted by the young man's appearance. It was not the first time he had seen Zian look like this. But somehow Luna felt that she was more handsome than usual. Really, the perfect sculpture.

"Thank you." Luna blushed a little. The girl turned her face away and avoided the eye gaze with Zian.

"Until when are you gonna be here like someone waiting for a customer?" The cold and heavy voice interrupted Luna to raise her face. Looked at the side of Zian's face.

The girl took a deep breath and greeted him "Based on the ice sculpture. Can't you distill your words to make them nice to hear. If it wasn't for my car breaking down and my phone dying I wouldn't be stuck here." His words are long.

Zian sighed after hearing Luna's words. A really sloppy girl, he thought. Then Luna looked. His eyes slightly widened. "Hey you hurt?" he shouted while pointing at Zian's face that was full of bruises using his finger.

There was a wound plaster that had covered his wound. Ignoring the girl's question, Zian was seen rising from his seat. "Come on. I'll take you home." He said as he extended his hand to Luna. Makes the girl flinch at him.

The next second the corner of Luna's lips pulled upwards formed a beautiful arch on her beautiful face. Then he received Zian's helping hand, they left the stop.

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Seriate.