The Daughter Of Mafia Queen

Chapter 68: A TRAP?

That's the rhythm of his beats. Suddenly, the voice stopped along with the sound of the door opening. The time that shows eleven o'clock at night, makes the occupant of the room walk slowly like a thief. Though it's his own house, "Start of my game."

Someone who uses a hood out of a luxurious house, then drives a favorite motorcycle. The speed of the vehicle was quite fast towards a road that not so many people pass. People call the area a special area for wild races.

The sound of the person's motor roar sounded not so deafening and instantly distracted everyone's attention. The young men and women who had gathered in a special area. It was seen that everyone was busy preparing for the race tonight, "Finally, King has arrived. So, tonight's race must be really exciting, but who's going to play King? Everyone knows he's famous as the king of the streets."

The whispers of the young, did not make the person called king feel astonished. The young man knew what he was like. Not wanting to take a headache, he chose to wait for a balanced opponent while enjoying the night. Time passed so quickly and precisely when it was 11:00 p.m. Still, not a single challenger dared to go against him.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a motorbike coming and it distracted everyone including the street king. I don't know where the bike came from, but one thing that made them flabbergasted because of the black sports bike. It looks so handsome, beautiful and elegant and simple. However, it was definitely modified in such a way. The driver stopped right by the king's side of the road.

"Mantep! There's a new challenger. Kuy, King, gas. We can start the race."

"I will race, but on one condition" said the black sportsman, and it made the street king smile cynically behind his helmet.

In a flash, the street king opened the helmet and showed off his brownish-eye netra, "Condition? It's a wild race venue, and only bets on each other's bikes. Not asking for conditions like what's on your mind. Who are you, daring to offer terms?"

"It's a pity that you didn't even try to hear my terms. So, yeah already. I'd better just go, "the black biker's side, then intend to leave the racing area. However, just wanted to set the gas. Suddenly a hand blocked him.

"What are your terms? If it's just a motorcycle bet, I don't mind it at all...,"

His actions, of course made many eyes dumbfounded. Where young people can only gawk while shaking their heads. King is a street king who is quite respected, but the rider just behaves as he pleases. Wow, fantastic. Thumb-patterned. Awe-inspiring reaction turned the street king's expression grim.

Without thinking long. He decided to follow the departure of the black sports rider. As a result, both of them continue to race wildly on the streets that do have a special route. Unfortunately, the street king was unaware. If he had fallen into a trap. Maybe it's not his lucky night, because he has to accept a surprise from the black sport biker.

After we overtake each other. Finally the race ended when both managed to reach the destination point that was already determined. Right on the main road which is indeed a deserted condition. There were three Jeep cars waiting on the road, and the black sportsman stopped his bike, then walked up to some burly men who were waiting for him.

The king of the streets stopped there. Intentions want to run away, but can not do anything else because at the moment turned. Come three other cars from behind and close the road access. No doubt, he also cursed so hard. Even though I try to calm down. His surprise is not over yet. Suddenly someone got out of the car in front. A familiar face and wanted to instantly slap that face.

"You guys, take Young Master home!" Tell the person clearly, making the bodyguards who are indeed personal guards immediately approach the young man who is always called the king of the streets. The resistance cannot be comparable because of one against six. It's like playing kite. The capture went smoothly, while the black sports rider did not open his helmet at all. Whoever he was, the man immediately left the execution ground after getting the promised reward.

Whoever they are. We'll know for sure. However, right now, we should leave them all where they should be. Tonight becomes a night of arrest for one's life, but for another life is a night of confusion.

How not to get confused? When I just realized. Instead some memories are recorded clearly in the mind and the person cannot remember all the faces that used to fill his days. That fact, makes the doctors have to breathe so deeply. It seems that the treatment that has been done for years gives side effects is quite so severe and cannot be tolerated again.

"I asked again. What's yourname?" ask a doctor for the umpteenth time, making the patient feel pain in the head.

The patient held his head back, "My name is Abhi. Why does my head hurt so much? It feels like being stabbed. What's wrong with me? Why are there so many medical devices attached to my body?"