SECRET WIFE YOUNG MASTER

My Name is Arshaka Zalleo's

"Samuel!!." Shaka shouted louder because the person he called never showed his nose.

And succeeding, his loud screams were able to make someone run in a frenzy towards him.

"Yes boss?" Sam asked after he was right in front of the man who was now staring at him.

"Where are you from?! Long time!."

"Come on boss.. I'm downstairs and you call me from the 2nd floor, you think I have magic that can instantly appear in front of you in an instant." Answer Sam accordingly.

"Curtain! You always have a reason. Gather all the bodyguards here." Shaka screeched softly, then threw away his face and left just like that.

Sam shriveled in annoyance, "Boss.. You called me and now you're leaving me!."

Shaka stopped his way and turned his body to face Sam, "Hurry up Samuel! Don't talk too much. I wait below," he said firmly.

***

There were clattering steps clashing into the Zalleo family mansion and stopped when he arrived before a man sitting on the sofa, closing his eyes.

"Everybody's gathered here, boss."

Shaka opened his eyes, straightened his body and stared intently at all the bodyguards standing in front of him, "Are you tired of your work?".

"No boss." Answer them in unison.

"Then, has your work been too light so you are free to laze? Or you don't know what to do as bodyguards?" Ask again.

"We know the boss."

"Quick say! What a task I give you!" Shaka raised his volume.

One of the bodyguards replied with lamentable lips, "Keeping over the mistress and the great lord, ensuring their safety, and.."

"Then have you all been asleep!!" Shaka stared intently at the guards, his voice rising until his neck veins were clearly visible.

This time no one dared to answer, not even the bodyguard who had spoken before continued his words. They shook their heads in unison including Samuel. The man got tense with the anger of his boss.

"How can you let my father be attacked by a mob!" His voice grew so high that it echoed throughout the house.

"Not only that! How can you let a bullet get away with it when I just arrived in this country! My wife and I are almost fucked!. Are you all blind and deaf!!."

Instantly all the guards who were there lowered their heads in and the atmosphere became silent as the man paused his words.

Shaka took a deep breath and then let out a rough breath, "I want to tighten security here and in the hospital. I don't want the same thing to happen a second time."

"Sam, set everything up. And don't forget the important task I gave you."

"Sure boss." Sam left in front of Shaka, followed by all the guards who had been standing there.

"I'll smash all the way to your roots BE'ORS, don't call me Arshaka Zalleo if I don't manage to do it." Shaka muttered with tightly clenched hands.

***

"The.. Whom.. You're." A man not much different from Shaka's father was stuttering with his body already drooping on the cold floor.

"Did?." The man before him rang before taking out his words. "You don't know me, but you want to take down my company all the time? Mr.Be'ors?"

A cold sweat poured out profusely from the entire pore of the person as his name came out from the mouth of the young man before him. "KKp.. You're Zalleo, Ar..Arshaka Zalleo." His lips were stiff.

"Really! Say my name again." Shaka confirmed his sentence.

"Arshaka Zalleo." Call Mr. Be'ors grimaced in pain as Shaka kicked his shins smoothly.

"Yes! My Name is Arshaka Zalleo's. Remember my name and remember my face before you come face to face with the angel of death that will uproot your life" Shaka said with a gripping aura surrounding his body. It was as if he were the angel of death who would take the life of the man before him.

"No! Forgive me!!." Mr. Be'ors tried to get up even though his body was hard to move.

"Little!" Shaka spit in the direction of Mr. Be'ors then stomped on the man's stomach.

Mr. Be'ors groaned withstanding the pain from Shaka's leg resting right in the middle of his stomach. "I will destroy your company" said Mr. Be'ors on the sidelines of his moans.

"Oh yeah? Not even a minute ago you begged for mercy and now you're threatening me, you think your little bluff can affect me! You'd better say that to yourself, because your filthy company will be ruined in my hands. Haha."

Shaka laughed loudly, "Let's just that you won't feel bankruptcy when you've got nothing, because I'm gonna get rid of you right now."

The next second gunshots echoed in the room, and Mr. Be'ors was lying on the floor just like that with blood seeping from his shirt as the bullet Shaka took off hit right in the heart of the old man before him.

Shaka took Mr.'s life. Be'ors with his own hands without waiting for long. "Thank you to me."

He still stared intently at Mr.'s body. Be'ors are lifeless.

"By!! Clean everything!!." Shaka shouted at Samuel who had just witnessed the murder incident that occurred in front of him.

"Soon boss!." Loud answer.

***

Gloria wriggled from her sleep as she was disturbed by someone who was licking her lips at this moment, a moment later she opened her eyes as she ran out of oxygen to breathe.

Shaka took off his kiss and then gave a smile because he had managed to wake his wife in his favorite way.

"Honey.. You're home yet?" Gloria was not angry or grumbling even though she was forced to wake up from her deep sleep. He moved from his bed and immediately rushed into the chest of Shaka's field.

"Yes!"

"So, your business is done, right? You don't have to deal with people who hurt you anymore, do you, baby?" Gloria asked with an anxious face.

"My business is not finished yet." Shaka replied casually.

"Not finished?." Gloria stared fixedly at Shaka's face which always looked handsome. "So you're going again?."

"No, I'm not leaving. My unfinished business is here." Still with such a relaxed tone.

"here?" Gloria marveled.

"Yes! Right here. On this bed.." Shaka hung up his sentence for a moment, "On this bed with you." Further.

"Don't tell me you want-"

Not finished the sentence that Gloria said Shaka had already silenced the woman's mouth with his lips.

"I need vitamins.."

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