6. Who's that Savior?

Matthew was now lying on a king-size bed with his personal private doctor beside him. There were bandages on different parts of his body, and an IV fluid was attached to his right hand.

He was now inside his family’s enormous house. Huge chandeliers and ceiling lights could be seen everywhere. Butlers and maids walked around every corner of the mansion, but what stood out were the men in black positioned in every corner of the house, each carrying a gun. Four of the rooms were guarded by two bodyguards each, because they were the rooms of the Guerrero family.

Everything inside was too systematic and perfectionist, so no one dared to make a wrong move if they didn’t want to lose their job—or end up in a grave.

Inside a massive gym within the mansion, five guards were being yelled at by one of the men in black.

“You will not leave until you realize what your shortcomings are! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” shouted the man wearing black clothes and a black hat. His outfit was different from the other bodyguards in the house.

“Yes, Captain!” the bodyguards shouted in unison as they repeatedly did push-ups. They were not allowed to stop or leave until their captain told them to.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

“YES, CAPTAIN!”

They were the same bodyguards who had accompanied Matthew during the transaction with Mr. Kuznetsov, the bearded Russian who betrayed them. Ten of them went with Matthew, but only five returned. They were being punished because they got separated from Matthew, which almost caused the death of the boss’s son.

Theo was also being punished with them. Until now he was secretly mourning the comrades who had died, but he had to accept it because this was the reality of the Mafia world. Their lives had been on the brink of death from the moment they stepped into the Guerrero mansion.

He was just lucky that he survived that gun that almost killed him. His comrades arrived before the man pulled the trigger of his gun, that point directly at Theo's head. They killed everyone in that place except those four people who just after Matthew

Meanwhile from a distance, a pair of eyes was watching Theo. Eyes filled with worry for his condition.

“STAND UP! STAND! RUN AROUND THE WHOLE GYM. DON’T STOP UNTIL I SAY SO!”

“YES, CAPTAIN!”

Meanwhile, inside the large bedroom where Matthew was lying, his father and his older brother were also there.

“That damn Kuznetsov. How dare he betray the Guerreros?” his older brother said angrily.

“Dad, let me catch that bastard. I’ll bring you the head of that traitor myself,” his brother said irritably, running a hand through his hair.

“Matteo, calm down. We won’t solve our problems with anger,” said the middle-aged man holding coffee in his right hand and an iPad in his left. He blew on his hot coffee, fogging the lenses of his glasses.

He put the coffee and iPad down, removed his glasses, and carefully wiped them with a handkerchief given by a butler. After cleaning them, he put the glasses back on and returned the handkerchief.

“Let’s just be thankful that your brother is still alive,” he said, looking at Matthew, who was still staring blankly into space.

When they found Matthew at the front gate earlier, his clothes and hair were a mess. His face and body were full of wounds and bruises. Matteo had asked him what happened because he was the first to see him outside the gate. He had no idea about the transaction until Theo arrived with the remaining four bodyguards — and five bodyguards who were already dead.

According to the Guerrero family’s rules, no trace of their family must ever be left behind in any encounter. They had to risk their lives to retrieve the bodies of their men, or burn or blow them up so that no one could identify them.

They were worried about Matthew’s condition because ever since he woke up, he still hadn’t spoken and only stared into nothingness as if he had lost himself. The father and son were afraid that Matthew might become like the Guerreros’ second son, who had lost his sanity after being kidnapped as a child.

“Dad, I think we should call a psychiatrist. We might still be able to save Matthew. One lunatic in this house is enough, but if we end up with two, I might consider moving out,” Matteo said seriously.

“Hey, don’t say that. If you do that… you can’t forget about me. I can’t live here with two crazy sons,” Mr. Guerrero said as he and Matteo both nodded, as if Matthew weren’t even there.

Matthew frowned at what the two were saying.

‘What the heck? I’m not even crazy yet and they’re already planning to leave me with Kuya Mac and move out? Are these really my brother and father?’ Matthew cursed in his mind. He just wanted to remember everything that happened in a single day, yet these two were already irritating him.

“Can both of you shut up? You’re so annoying,” Matthew said, glaring at his brother and father. They only laughed at him.

‘Seriously, who’s the real crazy one here? Kuya Mac or the two of you?’ Matthew rolled his eyes in irritation.

“Hahaha, you see, we kept asking you earlier and you wouldn’t speak, so we thought you were losing your mind too,” Matteo said while laughing.

“That’s not funny,” Matthew said with furrowed brows, holding his head because it hurt even more from the two of them.

“Okay, that’s enough.” The head of the Guerrero family suddenly became serious. “Matthew, just tell us — how did you manage to escape Kuznetsov’s men?”

Even though Matthew had some fighting skills, it wasn’t enough for him to survive that long. Kuznetsov’s men were big and skilled in martial arts; Matthew wouldn’t have escaped no matter how many techniques he knew.

“Someone helped me…”

Mr. Guerrero and his eldest son looked at each other before turning back to Matthew, who was now thinking about whether the person who helped him was still alive.

“Do we know the man who helped you? We can reward him if we find him. Making him your bodyguard would be the best decision. Tell us — who is he?” his brother pressed.

‘Reward? That shameless guy would literally jump with happiness if he heard about a reward. Ha… I still can’t forget that shameless man’s face,’ Matthew thought as the image of the man who saved him kept replaying in his mind.

“I don’t know. I don’t even know if he’s still alive after he took the stab meant for me.”

The father and son froze.

“Son, so that man didn’t just save you — he also used his own body to shield you from being stabbed?” his father said in shock.

“You don’t even know him, but he sacrificed his life for you?” his brother said in amazement.

They couldn’t believe it. It was rare for anyone to help, especially against armed men — yet this man didn’t just help Matthew; he was willing to give up his life to save him.

“Dad, you need to find that guy—”

Matthew suddenly looked at his brother in confusion.

‘Why does he want to find that man?’ He wanted to ask, but his father and brother bombarded him with questions.

“Where can we find him?”

“What’s his name?”

“Do you remember the exact place? We’ll have his face sketched if you still remember.”

‘Hold on, hold on. What the hell is happening? And what’s with sketching his face? What the hell!’