WIDOW IN MY BED

“Ple-please, let us go. Please-” The two men kept begging to be released after struggling and trying hard to break free from the bonds. But it was impossible because Jav had tied them so tightly.

The black man’s men were playing with the two captives like a fun spectacle. Beating and torturing are common, but this is just a warm-up because they are not the ones who will finish it. Only the Big BOSS has the right to do so.

A man whose mind had just been messed up – because of a silhouette, entered the room. Which will soon turn into a slaughter room.

Matt acted casually as some of his men greeted him respectfully, then waltzed unceremoniously towards a table with many weapons that had been prepared. And his choice fell on a dagger, with a sharp edge and a black metal handle.

“Did these two guys open their mouths yet?” Matt asked Jav.

The two prisoners were the ones who had been following Matt since he got off the plane. They also made Matt hide at the festival and used a woman as a shield.

“Not yet, Boss. But I’ve investigated these two people and who’s behind them. It’s all inside this thing.” Jav explained, handing a flash drive to his Boss.

Matt grinned with a sly smile. “Aaa.. doesn’t that mean we don’t need these two anymore?”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“That’s right. Boss, feel free to do whatever you want with them.”

Matt stretched his arm muscles, then took off his jacket. And threw the jacket unceremoniously onto the sofa. “Then I’ll play with these two guys!” Matt said, accompanied by an eerie laugh. A laugh that would make anyone who heard it shudder in fear.

“Don’t! Am-pardon me! I… I’ll tell you everything! Even if necessary, I’ll be your dog from now on!” Shouted one of them, trembling, still trying to negotiate. But unfortunately, Matt didn’t like negotiations.

Matt whistled with an impatient expression. Then, he firmly squeezed the man’s hair, pulling him backward and without mercy, pressing his dagger blade against the wide-open neck. The man’s mouth was still trying to ask for forgiveness one last time– a deep, sharp cut pierced his throat. Cutting every nerve and vein in one fell swoop.

After finishing his first meal, Matt moved on to the second man. It wasn’t kind, but he had to do it. A rotting carcass must be disposed of so as not to get in the way in the future.

In the same way, Matt intended to finish off the second man. “Wa- wait, I’ll give you information. B- but please… let me go, Boss.” Please, the man, with a completely terrified face, after witnessing one of his friends being killed.

“Information? Tell me!” Matt ordered firmly.

“They’re tracking your warehouse in Afghanistan and plan to destroy it in two weeks.” Such vital information was given away in exchange for his life. “That guy… is a prince.”

Matt grinned because. “Unfortunately, my men found out first,” Matt said thinly and firmly. Then, he quickly finished off the prey in front of him. He was tossing the man’s head like a worthless object.

Matt laughed loudly, along with a feeling of infinite satisfaction. There was a pleasant sensation in finishing off his enemies and watching them continue to beg while licking their feet, even though drops of blood continued to flow from their necks until the floundering bodies stopped moving.

A pale face with wide-open eyes, as well as several bruises that were turning blue, indicated that the man in front of him was dead. Matthew Wallace’s hands killed him. Fresh blood was left to flow on the floor, making some of his men shudder, while thinking. Boss, crazy! Horrible! We swear we’ll never make Boss angry!

Jav swiftly held a towel with the Gucci logo to the Big BOSS. Matt wiped his hands and cleaned the blood splashed on his face and clothes. Then throw the shirt and the thousand-dollar towel, just like that, into the trash can.

“Boss, happy?” Jav asked politely.

“Of course. It reminds me of that day when I took out my parents’ killer.” Followed by a coldly sardonic grin. Then, I gave the order.

“Clean up this place. And, put both their bodies into the cremation machine.” Jav nodded obediently and then ordered his men to follow Matt’s orders.

The cremation machine was the best way to erase the traces of the people he had killed. Their bodies would melt like melted wax, and their bones would be reduced to ashes. Easy, clean, and practical.

After that exciting spectacle, Matt stepped onto the leather sofa in the middle of the room and poured his favorite white wine. “Jav, you can return to Russia after this to help Adam. Or if you prefer, you can stay here with me. But there’s not much work for you to do.”

“I’ll stay here to protect you, Boss,” Jav replied. To him, Matt was like a savior in his life. Their relationship was more than a subordinate and his Boss.

Jav greatly respected Matt because Matthew Wallace found him stranded on the streets, starving after escaping prison. He gave Jav a job and a new life, which meant much to him. Matt’s place in Javas Nararya’s heart has been so high since he met Matt that he has vowed to devote his life to him.

“All right, if that’s what you want. After this, I want you to track down if a gang of them is still roaming the country. Then, in the morning, get one of your men to pick up the lady’s belongings from the hotel where she’s staying. And remember, only Katty can deliver the goods to her room!” Matt said, affirming his sentence at the end.

Ah, that silhouette! Why does it keep popping into my brain?

Matt kept his promise by bringing Amanda’s suitcase that morning. Now, Katty is guiding Amanda to an outdoor dining table with a view of the open ocean. Breakfast on a luxurious yacht, accompanied by a quiet blue sea and a distinctive smell of sunlight, is breathtaking.

Amanda’s morning felt perfect with a bright red outfit dress, which focused on her cleavage. Without thick makeup, only lipstick, moisturizer, and sunblock are used. And apparently, Amanda was already wearing a swimsuit in it. Yes, he intends to swim in the free sea after breakfast.

Amanda’s still slightly upset about the arrogant guy who messed up her bucket list. Today, Amanda was supposed to visit one of the art galleries in Havana and study painting there. But everything is a plan after he’s been stuck on this ship since last night.

Amanda noticed all the dishes served and then took her seat. “I think your boss wants to gain weight.” Amanda said, “I don’t want to think about the food in front of him that’s so much.

Katty just smiled a little. “Please enjoy the food.”

“But I thought you were here to help me. Didn’t your Boss tell you I could ask you a favor?” Amanda looked at Katty, and her words seemed like forcing her to go to breakfast with him.

“Sit down, Katt,” Amanda asked slowly.

After taking selfies for her social media, Amanda began her breakfast meal with Katty. He will indeed upload the photo after his vacation so as not to cause any problems in the future.

“So, how long have you been working for your boss?” asked Amanda.

“Four years,” Katty replied, chewing bread in her mouth.

“And you’re not trying to find another job? I think your Boss is a pretty dangerous guy. See, even on this ship full of bodyguards.” Amanda said quietly so no one would hear their conversation.

“No, it’s not. My salary from this job is pretty good. For a single parent like me, this job is a fortune. I can send my three children to school and help my old mother.” Katty replied.

Katty’s statement left Amanda silent.

So Katty’s a widow with three children. How lucky he is to have three angels. Had God left me one, my marriage would not have ended tragically as it is now.

“May I join you at your table?” The voice broke Amanda’s reverie. Matthew Wallace, the current owner of the place, is in front of him.

“Boss…” Katty was surprised to see Matt coming. “Sorry, Boss. I don’t mean to be presumptuous.”

The man also sat in one of the empty seats to Amanda’s right.

Amanda added. “I asked Katty to accompany me to breakfast.”

“Then I withdraw. “Excuse me.” Katty, with her pale face, left.

“I hope you didn’t fire him just for sitting here. He has three children and a parent he has to live with.” Amanda explained slowly.

“What, my face looks like a cruel man?” What a funny question. Matt knows the answer.

“Nope. I don’t know if you’re a cruel man or not. But I feel… Amanda’s instinct is right, then adds. “And also, arrogant.”

The woman in front of him did not misjudge her. Matt, who heard the comment, could only smile a knotty. The first smile Amanda saw, besides the arrogant, cold face and the naughty smirk that looked so – damn – sexy.

Then the man handed Amanda a file.

“What is this?” Amanda put down her fork for a moment to read the file.

“Agreement.”

“Agreement?” Amanda asked confusedly.

“For the next few days, keep me company. I will give you everything you ask if you will accompany me willingly, as long as it is in Havana.”

Amanda knew very clearly what accompanying meant by the Big BOSS.