The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls

CHAPTER 26: SORRY

"The cher! Cheryl! Cheryl, you hear me?" Jourrel tapped on the windshield.

Cheryl's still flinching in the steering chair. The inflated air bag saves it from every blow. However, he fell silent, his body felt stiff and difficult to move. The shocking shock made his mind suddenly empty.

"Cheryl please, open the door. Cher!" Jourrel was still frantically tapping on the window. His hand tugged at the door that was still open. Even he supported one leg and was as strong as possible to pull the car door.

A few moments later, the door was successfully opened, especially it was slightly damaged by the collisions earlier.

Jourrel immediately removed the seatbelt and carried the girl's body. Jourrel is resting with Cheryl on his lap.

The girl cried without a sound, only tears kept falling. The second look was empty. His entire body was now squeezing as if it was boneless. Their distance is so close. Cheryl's pretty face was clearly recorded in Jourrel's eyes, though very pale.

Jourrel felt guilty, clutching Cheryl's fingers so cold. Usually see the girl fierce, bar bar and always fight, this time turn 180°.

"Cher, Cheryl I'm sorry," murmured Jourrel rubbing Cheryl's back.

The girl's blue-eye bead spun upwards, until it collided with the Jourrel's netra. His eyes were very soft and glaring.

"I'm sorry" Jourrel said again. There was no response whatsoever, Cheryl's breathing was heavy. His lips were slightly open, but unable to make a sound.

Before long, Tristan's car troupe and his friends arrive. They immediately ran to the queen. He picked it up and immediately took it to the hospital.

Jourrel did not move, only staring regretfully at Cheryl who had now been taken to the hospital by her colleagues, except Tristan.

Just about to get up, Jourrel received a raw bogem from his best friend. The radiance of anger was clearly visible from Tristan's body gestures. Jourrel bergeming ignored the pain in his cheek. He did not dare look at Tristan's face.

"Dammit!! What do you do with Cheryl, huh?" beaver Tristan gripped the vigorous Jourrel jacket. "Lo want to kill him? Is it wrong he's the same lo, Jourrel!" he shouted again right in front of Jourrel's face.

Jourrel just looked down weakly. His heart was broken to see Cheryl like that because of her actions. Especially considering how Cheryl helped and took care of her mother. Something so big is blowing up the crown.

"Jawab, dammit! What do you want?!" Tristan could not hold back his emotions anymore. Perhaps if he heard the story from someone else, he simply could not believe it.

However, this time he saw with his own eyes how Jourrel had approached the girl he loved. Tristan again beat up Jourrel. Wreaked his disappointment and anger.

Jourrel did not reply at all, he resigned to what Tristan did. "Sorry, Tan" Jourrel said without raising his head. His face was already battered full of the work of his own best friend.

"Gue don't need sorry! I'm disappointed in you, Jou!" Tristan touched both of Jourrel's shoulders. "Lo knows I love him so much. I'm afraid of losing him. And lo? Elo will kill him in front of my own eyes! Goddamn bum!" tristan's spray this time hit Jourrel's stomach until the man bowed.

"Gue will explain why. But not now," replied Jourrel occasionally grimacing in pain.

"Clearly now!" pekik Tristan boomed. His entire body stiffened, even his eyes were glaring so sharply. Tristan is really angry. As long as they were friends, this was the first time Tristan was so angry with Jourrel. He thinks this is too much, because it endangers someone's life.

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Why not Jou? Your enemy is not only papa tiger, and tristan et al, but the mothers2 also loh.. 😒