Burn Me Right

Chapter 65

He pulled back, humming, coming down from his high. Autumn, still wiping away her tears, attempted to get up, but he gently halted her, his voice soft and persuasive, "Stay," he urged, his eyes pleading with her to remain by his side.

"I have work to do," she replied, leaning away from him and reaching for her disheveled shirt.

"I am the boss, baby," he reminded her, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "And a good boss doesn't punish his star employee for taking a little break," he whispered as he brushed his thumb against her bottom lip, his touch electric.

"I think you should see a doctor," she suggested, pushing gently against him as she stood up.

"Do you want me to?" Zyler inquired, mirroring her actions and rising to his feet. Autumn nodded, her actions and words potentially signaling the beginning of a more civil relationship between them. A pleased smile spread across Zyler's lips; perhaps there was hope for a change in their dynamic.

Autumn walked out as Cole stepped inside, "guess who was spotted meeting Matt?" He threw his iPad on the broken desk.

Zyler wiped the blood from his lips as Cole continued, "Liam was spotted outside Matt's house. I also hacked into Matt's call records. He has been poking more into Autumn's background. He hasn't accessed immigration records. If he does, he will know her full name and all."

Zyler sighed, "It is time that mother fucker died," he declared, his fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey as he poured it, the liquid splashing with a sharp hiss. "Tonight, I want him dead. My own fucking hands. Make arrangements." He grabbed a new shirt and put it on.

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Liam didn't bother waiting for his car to come to a complete stop. He killed the engine and stormed into Matt's house like a wild horse, leaving a trail of bloody footprints with every step he took.

He walked into the living room only to see a girl getting up from her kneeling position. Matt turned his head to the sound and scoffed, "You look like you have been fucked by a ghost."

Liam cringed at the girl's age and Matt's age. He wrinkled his nose, looking at Matt's ugly skin. His liver spots were prominent, making him look like a prickled prune. Ugly on the outside and tasteless on the inside.

"What happened to you?" he asked, handing a glass of whiskey to Liam.

"That isn't your fucking concern," Liam snatched the glass from Matt's arms, spilling some drink in the process.

"Zyler," a knowing smile crept up Matt's lips. "If anyone can get a reaction out of you, it is that man," he took out an ice pack and handed it to Liam, who took it without protest.

"I want to know about this girl in Zyler's office," Liam slumped into a chair. "She was the only one on his floor, not even Cole."

"If you are asking about Willow, she is a sweet little thing, right?" Matt began casually, sitting beside Liam and leisurely sipping his rum. Liam couldn't help but notice a wicked and disturbing grin stretching across Matt's face. A shiver of disgust coursed through Liam's body, his reaction mirroring the unsettling feeling that Matt's presence elicited.

"She is so hot. Man, what wouldn't I give to have her," Matt twirled his glass, looking into the distance.

"What do you know about her?" Liam was curious. Her uncanny resemblance to his wife struck Liam like a bolt of lightning. Immediately, when he saw Autumn peeking out of her cabin, he had mistaken her for April. The similarities were so striking like they were twins separated at birth.

But the puzzle pieces didn't fit. April repeatedly claimed that her sister's name was Elena Miller, and she had met a tragic end with her family scattered. But he had never believed her, always harboring suspicions that she was lying. Now, delving into Willow's background might finally give him the necessary answers to locate his missing wife.