My Prince Of Edinburgh's

Chapters 13. Hero Mischief.

"And who do you dare to talk to us?" The young man with red hair approached Nicholas and scanned him from head to toe.

"You don't know who I am, you idiot?" nicholas asked haughtily as he folded his arms in front of his chest. Nicholas' speech made Dara rotate both her eyes.

The redhead grinned, then exchanged glances with his friends. "You know who he is?" tanyakanya.

The three other youths raised their shoulders and throbbed. "Not knowing."

The redhead growled. "You better not interfere. We have business with the girl" he pointed to Dara.

Nicholas shakes. "Rusan with that girl, which means you guys deal with me too. You know, dealing with me can be very complicated."

The redhead. "Oh yeah? Who the hell are you? Prince Edinburgh?"

"That's right," chuckles Nicholas.

The four young men laughed out loud. "And I'm Queen Elizabeth's son" the redhead.

"You don't believe it?" ask Nicholas annoyed.

"We believe the earth is flat" the other young man chuckled.

"Okay, enough bases." Nicholas walked up to the young men.

And the first time he did was push the redhead until his back hit one of the three young men standing behind him.

Fighting is also inevitable. And that opportunity was used by Dara to escape from that place.

While Nicholas seemed overwhelmed to be mobbed by four people at once. Until his face was hit hard by one of them until his lips broke. His stomach was also the target of their fist.

"Hey! Just stop! It's so noisy!" shouted someone from one of the balconies on the second floor of the shopping building.

A middle-aged woman stood there, carrying a bucket in her hand. "Don't make a fuss here, or I'll flush you!" threaten her.

The redhead stopped his act of beating Nicholas who was already sprawled. The four youths seemed to be afraid of the threat of the woman on the balcony. They also passed by while chuckling at Nicholas.

Nicholas' face was battered. Staggered, he tried to get up.

"You all right, son?" ask the woman.

"I'm okay" replied Nicholas, raising both hands.

"Are you sure?"

"A hundred percent." Nicholas grimaced as he held onto his painful chest. He rubbed the blood flowing at the corner of his lips with the back of his hand.

Nicholas looked around. He did not find Dara everywhere.

"Based on the fucking girl!" maki Nicholas's.

He rushed to his car. He intends to pursue Dara which he believes has not been too far away. While driving, his eyes watch out for everyone passing by on the sidewalk.

Finally, he saw Dara as the girl was about to enter into a pretty shabby apartment building. Nicholas hit the wheel furiously before squandering out.

"Hey! Dara!" call Nicholas.

Dara. The girl looked surprised at Nicholas' pretty messy appearance.

"You don't know thank you, do you? I'm desperately fighting the people who bother you, you just want to run away!" Nicholas grabbed Dara's arm and gripped her tightly.

"I'm not asking you to help me" said Dara. And that is the truth. He was ready to flee from the drunken youths. Without Nicholas to help her, Dara is convinced that she will escape.

"You are!" Nicholas growled furiously. "Look at me bleeding like this!" yells.

"So?" ask Dara without sin.

"You need to take care of me now. Come on, take me to your place!" Nicholas drags Dara into the apartment building.

Nicholas did not believe the words that came out of Dara's mouth. Furious, he dragged the girl back up the stairs. It was as if he already knew which floor Dara was living on.

"Deliver!" dara shouted as she tried to get her hand out of Nicholas' grip.

"Can't! You should be responsible for treating this wound on my face, Foolish Girl!"

"In your dreams!" sergeant Dara.

"I don't care!"

"Eerrrrgh!" Dara growled with annoyance when she saw some people coming down the stairs and noticed herself and Nicholas.

Dara didn't want to make a fuss. Finally, he was forced to obey Nicholas' will and took the young man to the third floor, where he lived.

Just as she expected, Gwen, who was in the living room, hysterically saw Nicholas enter with her. And even more hysterical when he realized, there was blood on the corner of Nicholas' lips.

"Nicholas! I can't believe this! You're in our apartment? W-your face why?"

"Can you move over there?" nicholas asked Gwen, pointing to the wooden chair next to the sofa the girl was sitting on.

"Of course, sure, Nic." Without much protest, Gwen shuffled to a wooden chair and let Nicholas sit on the sofa.

Dara took a deep breath. "Gwen, can you please treat him?" her door.

"Oh, yeah, sure, sure."

"No!" Nicholas exclaimed loudly. Both of his palms clenched hard. "I want you to treat me!" he stared intently at Dara. His blue eyes seemed to gleam furiously.

"I'm sorry, I'm tired. Gwen can do it for you."

"You see your friend's insolent attitude?" nicholas told Gwen. "I was hurt for helping him from drunken youths on Lothian Road. Doesn't he know thank you?"

"Yes, right, Nic. Dara doesn't know thank you." Gwen nodded steadily.

"Gwen! You licker!" maki Dara restrained.

Gwen grimaced as she scratched her head. Slowly but surely he moved from his seat and shifted step by step towards his room.

"Become!" exclaim Nicholas. "I won't leave until you treat me and thank me!"

Dara rotated both her eyeballs. "You're overreacting, aren't you? How many servants in your house can you tell to treat your wounds. Why should I?"

"Because I want you to treat me, Dara!"

Dara growled in annoyance. "If I don't want to?"

"I told you I'd stay here until you treat me."

Dara ruffled her hair rough. He admitted, this afternoon he was hit by shit. He had to watch his young men dating other women, then meet drunken young men on Lothian Road, and deal again with Nicholas.

"Hurry now!"

"Eerrrrgh!" Dara makes a clawing motion into the air, while imagining that the target is Nicholas.

With a murmur he headed for the kitchen to fetch cold water and a small towel. Moments later he returned with a large bowl of water and a white cloth.

It looks like Nicholas smiled slanted while watching Dara's movements until the girl sat next to him, giving a distance of about half a meter.

"Auch! So rude!" nicholas complained when Dara was hard enough to touch the wound on the corner of his lips with a cloth that he had wet with cold water.

"Grottling!" grout Dara.

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