Chapter 132

 His lips lustfully, ogling Linda, who was annoyed “Hey, what are you staring at?” she roared, feeling belittled by a mere club cleaner.

“You dimwit, get me the manager, I want to know, who booked this damn room!” she snapped, and stood from the bed, wrapped herself with the bedsheet.

Her audacity and authoritarian tone of speaking to the cleaner infuriated him, he grabbed her arm roughly, making her lose grip of the bedsheet, she tied around her body.

Her naked body exposed, Linda raised a hand up to slap him.

“You bastard!” she hollered, he caught her hand.

And subjugated her, his eyes bloodshot, and he glared at her murderous “you think you are tough bitch?” his voice was cold and emotionless, she was startled, her lips quivered, and her eyes flickered, she barely had strength after last night romp.

She tried to kick ruckus, but he pulled her to bed, “let me go!” she screamed with all her might.

“Shut up. Whore.” he yelled at her, and slapped her hard on the face.

Smack.

Linda felt dizzy, after his hard palm landed on her soft cheek, tears welled in her eyes.

“I am going to pay you, even better than that bastard, that had sex with you” he boasted, and pulled down his zipper, Linda sensing the impeding danger, tried to kick him off from her body.

Jeane woke with a smile, she turned and saw Lucy and Jack cuddled on their bed, she turned to where Jeame always sleep, and didn't see him lying down there, she quickly came out of the tent to check on him.

He was sitting on a wood, facing the wood, she sneaked up to him "Jeane” he heard his voice called out to her, she frowned and pursed her lips tightly, feeling annoyed.

Jeame turned and was amused by the facial expression she made, “what?” he asked.

“Why do you have to say something, why don't you pretend that, you don't notice I am the one sneaking on you” she tried to make sense, but Jeame was lost, he had no idea about what she was saying?

When she realized Jeame wasn't even having any idea of what she meant, she rolled her eyes.

“Forget it” she muttered, and walked away, her phone started ringing.

Her face beamed, Jeame turned wondering what was making her, look so happy.

Chin eyes were looking tired, and black circles formed around his eyes, he stood motionlessly at the balcony.

Awaiting the men he had sent to kill the man who was reported as survival of the siege, he laid at Sylvester's base, a glass of liquor in his hand.

Suddenly, one of his trusted right-hand subordinate, walked to him looking dispirited, he stood before him, looking downcast, Chin titled his face towards him.

“What is the matter?, Jeff” he asked, and sipped from his glass in his hand.

“I think Boss, we lost our men, I got news that, seventeen men murdered in the