WIDOW IN MY BED

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Matt beat a man to a pulp who had secretly leaked the location of his cocaine container. After Adam had investigated, apparently, the problems they had faced since his men had caused yesterday. Matt hates traitors so much.

Now they’re in an old abandoned warehouse. Matt was not satisfied to make the man’s nose and mouth vomit blood after he beat him with his own hands.

The Big Boss stands in the middle of the room with a toy whose ten fingers he has crushed, and each fingernail has been forcibly removed. Matt was just starting, but the spectacle kept all his men holding their breath tight.

“You shouldn’t mess with your mouth,” Matt warned growlingly. It’s like the Devil is trying to keep his anger from berserk that second.

“I-I beg you… I’ll keep my word, Boss. I won’t take any more bribes. I-I promise to be your slave forever, Boss.” The man trembled, begging desperately as if his chance of life had run out. Tried to struggle, but it was useless.

Matt stood up, looking at his men one by one, warning them sharply. “You see, it’s just a little lesson. If this happens again, then I will roast you alive!” The cold-blooded man pressed his voice as low as possible, causing the horror of hell.

No mercy, of course. After his request, Matt immediately slashed his prisoner’s neck without blinking. The man lost his life tragically.

The smell of blood, the sound of begging and moaning, the lifeless body lying stiffly under his feet, and the blood-soaked blade he had just thrown over the corpse made Matthew Wallace’s lips curl upward.

The same view every time someone tries to ruin his plan. They have to be ready for their lives to be lost. No negotiations, no mercy.

The man’s heart has darkened. He won’t change his prearranged plans and will do as he says. Matt’s been working hard all this time, and the ice crystals in his heart have never melted.

But why would I think of that woman?

What exactly do I expect from that woman?

I want answers,

I’ve always been angry when there was such a bold woman in front of me,

Don’t be angry. I almost lost my mind in front of that woman. Why?

Matt just finished sipping half the mineral water and then wet his head with the rest of the water because of the blood splatter that hit his face. His dark hair became more glossy due to the wetness and fishy smell of blood.

Matt ordered his men out afterwards. Leaving Jav, Adam and a teenage boy in school uniform who was amazed after watching an exciting spectacle just now.

“I didn’t think it turned out that you, the big boss, would drag me here. Even though I have the National Examination in three days, you should have given me a short leave.” Benjamin didn’t think that Matt’s mood had not improved.

“Any problems in Indonesia?”

“….” Benjamin swallowed his spit roughly. His body gave a stiff look at Matt’s sharp, cold voice.

Matt sniffed. “I hear some of the doctors who work for D-Frank are almost in big trouble?” Matt sighed, holding back his emotions.

“Now explain. All this time, the police couldn’t touch you, then after I gave you full authority, you made a problem. Son of a bitch… Where’s your responsibility, brat?”

“Ohh, come on, Bro, don’t call me that childish call,” Benjamin grunted, trying to calm down.

D-Frank is one of Matthew Wallace’s business branches in Jakarta, Bali, and Surabaya. At first glance, the clubhouse is just an elite club with young people partying. However, the cover behind it is astonishing: prostitution, drugs and the distribution of illegal labour.

Matt said the doctors had other duties besides checking. They were responsible for drugs and cleaning up prostitution sites and narcotics.

D-Frank has a private room that provides adult entertainment that can only be ordered by top conglomerates, officials, and celebrities. Surely, those doctors are professionals in medicine.

“My ass hasn’t even touched the chair yet, but have you talked about work? Can we talk casually, bro?”

The boy’s name is Benjamin Theodore Hendoro. His family has a good reputation in the medical world. Even his father is expected to be the next Minister of Health candidate. His second child, Benjamin Theodore Hendoro, is a high school student who drives all those dirty businesses.

Matt’s voice rises, “I’ll immediately remove your head if your reason doesn’t make sense.”

Soon, Benjamin bent ninety degrees. “I apologize to you. I will not repeat this mistake,” Benjamin finished his polite words calmly.

Matt’s clinking. “You immediately turned polite. That’s a sign you knew your mistake,” Benjamin looked scared.

Matt looked at the body of his dead man. “You must have studied anatomy at school, right? Follow my instructions. Now remove the heart, lungs, and contents of his head, Benjamin.”

“Bro,” Benjamin’s voice begged.

“I like to fight, but doing what you say is crazy. Besides, I’m from social science, bro.” Benjamin didn’t want to get his hands dirty. Killing people was easy, but getting his organs out was crazy. He shuddered at the thought of the organs being exposed to his hands.

Matt immediately pulled the collar of Benjamin’s jacket after hearing an answer he didn’t like. “The choice is only two, asshole! Fill his head out, or fill your head out?” Matt snarled. Benjamin cornered and got goosebumps.

Benjamin takes the knife from the corpse and then begins to execute without arguing. She wants to vomit over and over again. Disgusting.

After finishing, the young man immediately threw away his Dolce Gabbana jacket, which was soaked in blood.

“This is the most sinful thing I’ve ever done, and it’s because of you, bro,” Benjamin’s sarcastic line made Matt burst. The man was satisfied.

“What are you, bro? My boss? A butcher? “Or some psychopathic lunatic?” asked Benjamin in a humorous tone.

“I’m your crazy boss. Come on, brat, I’ll buy you a nice meal, and then Jav will take you back to Indonesia.”

Benjamin patted Matt on the shoulder and hugged him. “We must be drunk till morning, brother. I’ve come a long way, and it would be perfect to get drunk before the National Exam,” Benjamin encouraged.

“I can’t. I have to go back to Villa.” Matt said while releasing the child’s embrace.

Benjamin’s guessing. He’s not an innocent school student. “So, who is it this time? Model, artist or maybe a girl band member?” asked Benjamin casually.

“Chef…”

“…” Matt walked away from the warehouse while Benjamin stared in disbelief because his boss was dating Chef.

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