Chapter 1
I was stepping hard on the pedals, glancing at my watch. It was 8:41 p.m., and I had 17 minutes left. The natural surroundings were beautiful, reminiscent of the pasture behind that small cottage where I stayed during my vacation in France. However, the road ahead was too wide… Here I was, fleeing for my life! How unlucky I was to have chosen this direction -.-|||| If they were to pursue me, I could only hide in those tiny grass clumps about 7-8 centimeters high… Maybe they would think I wasn’t foolish enough to go this way… Haha… But they would definitely come after me. I’m not an idiot; the sound of their engines kept roaring in my mind, reminding me of the speed difference between us. The little trick I pulled off wouldn’t fool them for long, it could only buy me a few minutes, so now I had to run fast!
I was pedaling with all my might. There was a villa on the slope to my left, and without thinking, I dashed towards it. My life, my chastity, my money! Outside the house, there were five or six luxury cars, gleaming under the moonlight, making my eyes sparkle too Q But in the end, rationality pulled my wandering soul back. I maneuvered to the back of the house and finally found a slightly taller bush to hide my bike in, then I jumped through the only open window.
Inside, the lights were bright, and there were many people -.-|||… Several godfather-like figures were seated around the dining table, utensils in hand, while a dozen men in sharp suits sat on the surrounding leather sofas, typing and flipping through documents, but they all stopped to look at me… There was one more person, sitting at the head of the table, dressed the most casually, but his demeanor screamed “I’m the protagonist” “Who are you?” He spoke first, “HI~” I smiled sweetly at everyone present, then turned to him. Just you, pretty boy~ As I approached him, I took off my jacket and tucked it under the tablecloth, then stood in front of him. He was looking at me, everyone was looking at me, tsk, men.
I was now only in a lace camisole and short shorts, both sexy and practical (pajamas). I straddled him unexpectedly. Someone was speaking, “Sir, she…” He waved his hand to cut him off, then continued to stare at me expressionlessly. I winked at him, undid my high ponytail, picked up a knife from the table, and cut off my hair, stuffing it into his pocket. He finally showed a hint of surprise. I leaned down to kiss him; he tried to push me away, but I bit his lip, determined not to let go. He pushed harder, and I bit harder until I drew blood. He gasped, grabbed my neck, and poured a glass of red wine over my head. I froze, releasing my bite. You poured wine on me?! His hand on my neck tightened, squeezing, while I, with wine in my eyes, didn’t forget to grip his neck tightly! But the people around him were no pushovers; they had guns pointed at me. I looked at them pitifully, letting go, I was scared now…>.< Even with a super weapon like 007’s, I would surrender without hesitation and try to act cute with them… He must be the new favorite of the godfathers!! He gave me a wicked smile, “You scared her, turn around.” The next second, I was surprised to see them put away their guns and turn around. What’s this! I thought he was the real GODFATHER. He suddenly whispered in my ear, “You want to kiss, and you think I’ll let you?” It tickled, and my eyes were uncomfortable; I continued to play dumb. He laughed again, licking my eyes, the wine dripping down my forehead… Very uncomfortable, very awkward. I’ve never experienced this before, so hot, was I blushing…?
