The Love of the Kumal Woman

Marco's Loyalty

Kendrick stopped his bike right in front of his club, a man approached the club guard and received a key boy. Then the man led Kendrick's motorcycle to a parking lot devoted to VIP parking. Legs entered her nightclub, the thumping of deafening music, but not for Kendrick, she enjoyed it so much. His head and footsteps swayed to the beat of the music, like an arrogant man.

All eyes were on him, let alone the female woman who was there.

Both comfort women or women who just to find pleasure as if amazed to see it. Kendrick wouldn't mind that. He continued walking towards a room that was on the top floor. A few men in black with large stature followed him.

"Boss." One of the men named John started the conversation. Kendrick stopped his steps for a moment. He did not turn his head, his fingers staring at the mobile phone screen while waiting for his trusted bodyguard to bring what report.

"There's a transaction at table nine B." Said the bodyguard in black with a tall body and stocky stature.

A computer technician shows pictures on the screen of his laptop connected to CCTV.

Kendrick looked at it carefully. Two men were followed by each carrying a large bag.

"Call Marco." Kendrick. Marco was one of his right-hand men who controlled Kendrick's club-night rule.

The black-clothed bodyguard walked in half running outside the room that was used as the office. Shortly after, he turned around with Marco.

"Nine B! Watch !"

"Ready boss!"

"Who dares to transact in my territory."

"The village boss. His name is Duarte."

Kendrick grinned, looking in line with his neat teeth. Kendrick recalled the cruelty Duarte had committed to him back then, especially when he learned that Duarte had an assassin to harm him.

Fortunately, Elizabeth saved him, so he was saved. And up until now Kendrick had not found the blue-haired man. His hands clenched violently, recalling Duarte's inhumane treatment of him. His face reddened wanting to immediately kill Duarte.

"You don't let your guard down, after he transacts immediately secure." Marco said to some of the guards in black who had just arrived. There was not a single bodyguard, all were muscular, tall and large and fierce-looking. Marco understood the anger of Kendrick, because Marco was also one of his fellow tramps who he helped. Most of the workers employed at the D'Orion club were friends while living on the streets. They have high loyalty, all daring to die to protect Kendrick. Kendrick not only helped them but also his family members.

The night is getting late, Duarte transactions do not run fast, even seen enjoying drinks and music that pounded very hard. A club woman approached and seduced Duarte. Duarte and his friend were very happy. They slid the money into the woman's chest.

One of the women spilled a drink, she accidentally nudged her unlucky glass filled with wine spilled and spilled everywhere even hit the black bag belonging to friend Duarte.

Duarte's friends seemed unhappy and angry. The seductress apologized many times and tried to clean the black bag.

"Sorry sir, I'll dry it for a while."

"No need!" Speak to friends Duarte. His hand held the comfort woman.

Outraged by how long Duarte's friend left his seat while carrying a large black bag. Duarte and his followers still enjoy music and the woman sitting on his lap, Duarte assume nothing happened. If anything important happens, his brown bag is still safe next to him.

The woman in Duarte's back who was smiling kindly arrived and showed an angry and upset face. The woman immediately stood up and left Duarte still astonished.

One of Duarte's followers nodded to his two shoulders as if to say 'Entah'.

Duarte stood up to leave the club that night, tucking some money into his wine glass.

"Who are you?" Duarte half-cried.

Marco and his men did not reply, without much talk they directly dragged Duarte into the basement. Club visitors only catch a glimpse, they seem not to care about the incident, continuing to sway to the rhythm of the music.

It's not just the duarte that's pulled. Duarte's men did not escape Marco's blow. They did not dare to retaliate because of the unbalanced number of personnel.

"Hi! Don't take my bag." Shouted Duarte. He had to secure the brown backpack. His bag is the result of the sale of illegal drugs. The screams were ignored by Marco. Duarte and his men were put in a separate room, before they were dragged on a dark and stuffy rung. Duarte thrashing ronta and swearing. But still did not dampen Marco, a blow once lay. Duarte's body stature was ordinary of course pain. But Marco did not bring out the strength of his arms to the maximum. He had to leave it to his boss.

Duarte sat on a worn wooden chair. His two hands were tied to the back of the chair. Duarte continued to thrash the ronta to escape, it turned out that the movement further strengthened the knot of rope that tied his hand.

"Let go of me, I don't know you!" Shouted Duarte back.

"But my boss knows you."

Said one of Marco's men.

"Who's your boss?" Shouted Duarte until his neck muscles look hardened.

"In a minute the boss will meet you and tear your rotten mouth apart."

Marco coded one of his men to shut Duarte up. One of his men took off the socks he was wearing, rolled it up, and put it in Duarte's mouth. Duarte again thrashed, then Marco pulled his phone in his pocket and seemed to contact someone.

"Good." Marco said over the phone, Duarte thought hard who the boss meant by the man. Even Duarte remembered what was wrong this week. But at least he doesn't remember.

The door was opened by someone from outside. Because of the bright lights hanging just above Duarte's head, Duarte could not see who was coming. But from the steps and shoes that were seen, Duarte knew that the men who came were caught by the guards. Duarte felt both astonished and delighted. He had hope of escaping from that dark, stuffy barn.

Duarte waited for the movement to help him or to knock down Marco's men. What a ridiculous hope.

But Marco is not that weak.

"Why are you asking for help? Want to escape?" Ask Marco.

"Don't dream!" Said one of Marco's men.

"Your men have made me an offer, to be tortured or join us. Turns out your men don't have the guts. They even chose to join you in kicking you."

Marco's men laughed loudly. Laughing bad luck Duarte. Duarte's face was really bad. Even he started to get scared. Moreover, seeing his men did not care about him at all, they just bowed in fear. Plus the brown bag is gone somewhere. Duarte began to worry about his safety, when before it was only arrogance.

Meanwhile, in an upstairs room in the same building, Kendrick is venting her passion with one of her chosen comfort women. The shadow of Elizabeth's face danced in her eyes. Kendrick also doesn't understand under her is a beautiful woman like a model, while Elizabeth is not so beautiful and black, why she can like it.

This woman is the woman Kendrick likes the most, as long as she is not bored. If you get tired of it, Kendrick won't call him anymore.

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