3. A Though Day

Melody held her head which still felt heavy. She didn't know how long she had been vomiting like that since the last time she accompanied Mark to kill his enemy. The fishy smell of blood and the corpses lying irregularly on the floor made her head dizzy and her stomach sick. Melody's body was completely limp now.

Mark and Ben finished off all the cops, then burned them to ashes and scattered the ashes in the sea. Melody saw all of that with her own eyes, how cruel and heartless Mark and Ben were.

In Melody's eyes, Mark and Ben weren't human. What kind of human could do that without feeling the slightest bit of guilt?

"Can you stop throwing up? My head is spinning from hearing your voice in the toilet!" Mark snapped as soon as Melody returned to the man's room. The toilet is not soundproof, so Mark can hear every time Melody vomits.

"Sorry, I'm not used to seeing and smelling blood, it makes me sick," Melody said quietly.

"I asked you to move to another place, a place that is better, more luxurious, and soundproof, but you like it in a simple place like this! Look at the leaders of other groups with their classy style! They have much more luxurious workspaces than the president !" quipped Ben who had been lying on the couch.

"Shut up!" said Mark annoyed.

Melody, who didn't know what to do, just sat quietly near Ben. There was only Mark's sofa and desk in the room, so Melody had no other choice.

"Don't worry, over time you will get used to it. Mark also experienced it the first time he joined us. That innocent, kind-hearted person was tormented! He even often had nightmares the first time he shot someone!" Ben glanced at Melody and winked.

Ben clearly remembers how Mark looked and behaved when he first met him. And it's not much different from Melody. It seems like a good person would experience something similar if they had to deal with the ruthless underworld of the mafia.

Melody just took a deep breath in response to Ben's story.

"Melody is like that too, I saw her crying in her sleep, maybe she's dreaming of something terrible," Mark said quietly.

Melody only frowned in confusion. The girl never remembered what dream she had while sleeping when she woke up.

"Wow, you guys sleep in the same room? I can imagine a hot night with the beautiful Melody in a red bikini!" exclaimed Ben enthusiastically.

Melody shook her head weakly. That night it was really hot because Mark didn't want to turn on the AC because he wanted a free sauna. And forget about bikinis, Mark didn't give her proper clothes, the man only lent her clothes for Melody to wear. And the man let Melody sleep on the sofa without a pillow.

"Look at those small boobs! That bikini will fall right away because there's no big boobs to support it!" said Mark who was still busy with the laptop in front of him.

Melody could only sigh heavily listening to the cruel men talk about her small chest.

If they were normal men in general, Melody would have slapped the men and reported them to the police for verbally abusing her. But it didn't seem like there would be any point in calling the police considering the two of them had just finished off the cops so viciously.

"At least, she has a pretty face!" Ben snapped.

"I don't need anything else but those beautiful eyes!" said Mark quickly.

Melody just takes a deep breath.

"Hey, why is her face so pale?" muttered Ben as he straightened up.

Ben and Mark looked at Melody.

"Ah, I forgot to give her some food. She hasn't eaten anything since this morning," Mark said casually.

Ben rolled his eyes and threw the magazine on the table at Mark.

"You crazy mobster! Melody is a girl! She's not you who can't stand eating all day! Moreover, she's been throwing up all this time! Gosh, this bastard is driving me crazy!" Ben shouted and then left Mark's room.

Mark was silent, he then closed his laptop and looked at Melody.

"Hey, you hungry?" asked Mark quietly.

Melody didn't know what to say. Of course, she was hungry, but she wasn't sure if she could put food in her stomach considering her stomach was constantly queasy and her fist was throbbing in pain.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me ask?" exclaimed Mark annoyed.

"Give me some food," was all Melody could say.

Melody didn't know when Mark would offer food again, so she had to make the most of it. Even though she was very nauseous, she couldn't let her stomach be empty or she might get sick.

"Action is needed more than a question! You stupid mafia!" grunted Ben who had just entered the room carrying a cup of noodles and a glass of water.

Mark took a deep breath. He then leaned his back on the chair and watched Ben who was giving the cup noodles to Melody.

"Eat while it's warm, it will warm your tummy!" Ben shouted then returned to sit beside Melody.

"This is weird, I've never seen you this nice to someone," joked Mark with a frown.

Ben shook his head slowly.

"Honestly Boss, since Melody was around you've gotten a little bit better! You won't explode easily, and that benefits me a lot! I don't have to put extra effort into cleaning up the mess you make when you're angry. So, Melody's presence is precious, it's only right she was treated well!" Ben explained at length.

Melody glanced at Ben. Providing instant noodles after a day of accompanying them, was that the kind of treatment she deserved?

"You're right, she should be treated well, then, I'll buy plenty of bread for her to carry around, and she's free to eat whenever she wants," Mark exclaimed then returned to open his laptop.

Bread?

"You are too mean, Boss! We are Indonesians, our stomachs are not designed to be full just by eating bread! Give him three meals of rice a day!" Ben shouted angrily.

Mark sighed annoyed.

"Why are you making such a fuss? You know we have a lot of work to do, we can't keep stopping just to accompany her to eat!" growled Mark.

"Bread is enough," interrupted Melody before Mark got even more annoyed.

Mark was terrible when angry, so she had to stay out of any argument that might upset him as much as possible.

Mark nodded in agreement. He was relieved that Melody thought the same as him. He doesn't like anything complicated. Especially if he has to waste time eating three times a day. He had so much to take care of.

"Boss! Headquarters under attack!" shouted one of Mark's men who had just appeared from behind the door.

Without saying anything, Mark and Ben immediately followed the man out of the room while Melody followed them while eating her noodles.

Drop by drop tears fell down Melody's cheeks. After such a long time, he was finally able to eat something warm, why should there be a problem at a time like this? She doesn't know how long she should accompany Mark in a battle like this.

Melody swallowed the noodles roughly in her mouth when a gunshot sounded from downstairs.