Craving The Biker's Widow.

Chapter 3- Complicated reunion.

CHAPTER 3.

A COMPLICATED REUNION.

~MATT POINT OF VIEW~

The sight of that little b***h from the Knowles family makes me freeze immediately.

I stand up from my chair, toss my food aside, and start toward her.

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes at the sight of the reason my Daisy is gone but I blink back, this isn’t the time.

This little princess of Knowles family is the reason my Daisy is gone, and seeing her right now makes my blood boil.

When I threw the sand over Daisy's coffin, I vowed to get her killers and make em pay.

Killing them would be merciful, I plan to keep them alive until they beg God for death.

And that begins with the brat in front of me!

She’s number one on my f*****g kill list.

Now that I’ve spotted her, I struggle to look away from her beauty.

Not that I care about how wickedly cute she looks, I just can't wait to make her scream and beg me to stop when I take my revenge.

The truth is, I’ve always been curious about her sassiness and confidence, even if everyone else hates her.

But right now, there’s no time for that. Her stubborn behavior cost me my fiancée!

I lunge forward, blocking her path.Then I notice the handprints across her cheeks. My expression pales involuntarily, and I groan in anger.

Who the f**k touches her face? No one has the right to touch that face except me.

She’s mine to torture, and the thought of someone already hurting her before I could, makes me boil with rage.

“What the f**k are you doing here?” I growl, my face flushed.

Before she can respond, Adams steps in front of me.“Matt, please. I brought her in,” he says, his tone low.

Adams is the president's butler—Andrew Warrick Harrington’s butler.

I stare at Adams for a while, actually, I hate the fucker. I only tolerate him because he’s prez's butler.

Then my gaze shifts toward the little b***h at his back, who is silent, like she doesn’t speak but I know she’s got a sharp mouth.

Then I step away to let them move. Though I wonder why she is in Warrick’s mansion.

Why does Adams bring her in here? As a new maid or what?

Either way, I let them walk away, and he takes her upstairs. My gaze lingers behind them. I watch them disappear up the stairs, Warrick's wing.The side of his room where he keeps his whores when he hasn’t decided what to do with them yet.

I guess they brought her in for the night, that means she’ll be his now. Property of the prez which means I can’t touch her.

Not without permission.

But then, Warrick doesn’t give a f**k about his whores. He collects them like trophies and forgets about them the next morning.

Which means she’ll be alone unprotected by morning. I can work with that.

I let her go right now, but that doesn’t mean I’ve let the little brat off. I will get her by morning.

By then, that fucker named Adams won’t be there to protect her anymore.

I turn my focus back to my food, but it turns out I have lost my appetite.

The only person that fills up my whole thoughts right now is the little b***h that just passes me.

All I can think of is ways of making her feel pain—the same pain Daisy felt before she died in that hospital.

I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that Daisy is gone. She was just very healthy this morning when she called me asking for a thousand dollars for her sister, whom she wanted to help run away from home.

I asked her why the little sassy princess wants to run away, but she says I am asking too many questions and she’ll tell me later on.

I did believe her and asked her to come take the money since I am at the club for the night.

Later on, I waited for her in the club for a few minutes, but she didn't show up.

I remember texting her to collect the money from one of the waitresses. I also texted her the name of the waitress.

But then, a few hours later, I got a call from the hospital that she was rushed in by a passerby, but when I rushed there, it turned out she was already dead.

She died before she was even brought in by the passerby.

I don’t know who killed my fiancée, but I know that,that little b***h knows something.

She has to give me a name. She knows something. She always does.

I still remember when she convinced my fiancée, Daisy, that I have a big d**k.

Then Daisy thought I was cheating on her and f*****g her sister, only for it to turn out that,the little b***h is impersonating and catfishing with her sister's picture.

And we have been sexting. I have been sending her pictures of my d**k and videos when I’m wanking.

Then, in turn, she has been sending me videos of her wet pink p***y.

It’s always wet for me and turns me on anytime she sends them, but as soon as I realized she was catfishing and impersonating her sister, I stopped.

Minutes later, after the maids pack up the plates and leftover food, I decide to resign back to my room.

I take the stairs, eyes darting around slowly in search of the room Adams assigned to the little princess of the Knowles family.