Episode 3

Min sighed.

His heartfelt too heavy in his chest and his legs felt too stiff to walk. It was a good thing he was glued to the parapet he had been seated on. It was the day before Min had to leave and go back home.

His father had given him two days of freedom before he returned home, but as Min watched the last of the sunset from the roof of his apartment building he felt like time had slipped away from him far too quickly to his liking.

Going back home shouldn’t be such a headache but Min didn’t come from a home like everyone else. Home, as it was affectionately called, was a Manor located on an estate that tucked away a few hours from the Undercity where Min lived.

Home.

Min truly wondered where home was.

He questioned if it was in a debauched manner that was crawling with criminals or was it instant noodles with Alice on Sunday nights in her rundown apartment.

Min felt like he had wasted his time.

He tugged at his red polar neck as it seemed to strangle him. He had immediately regretted pulling the warm material away as the cold evening air nipped at his neck.

Min hissed as he let material snap back and molded over his skin, bump in the fabric over his Adam’s apple. His hand that was fiddling at the material had tangled the slim digits in the raw leather tie trimming on the sweater itself, the fingertips barely grazing the raw leather knot.

Min had spent the day before crashing at Alice’s place since he was going away for a few days or so he told her.

But at that moment, Min regretted leaving his brown pelt jacket on the sofa before climbing at the rooftop. He clung onto himself, hands rubbing at his arms to warm himself up as he watched the dying hues of orange being consumed by the plumbing navy over the sky.

Min decided he had spent too much time on the roof and it was time to retire to the apartment.

Trudging back to his apartment, Min had climbed down the building’s fire escape stairs – it was two flights up to the roof from his floor before he climbed back in through his apartment window.

He had kicked off his boots and yanked off the sweater, welcoming the internal artificial heating of the place. The red material lay discarded on the wooden floor as his socks padded over to his room and grabbed his grey tank.

On his way back to his the living room; Min had waltzed into the kitchen and whisked a wine glass and a bottle of wine into his grip. Min settled himself on the white rug and tilted the bottle to watch the red rubies flow into his glass.

Min hated that he was going back.

He was going to see Kai and his father and his so-called old friends and those pompous bastards called clients. The entire place would be filled with subordinates – nervous cowards or overconfident bastards – and every single of them glared – envious or sneering – at him when he was around when they thought Min wasn’t aware of their gaze on him.

But he didn’t mind returning the notion with a disgusted look.

After all, that was who Prince Min was – a haughty sheltered child who was ungrateful for the legacy that he was inheriting.

Min hated the business.

He only kept face with it to not get shot by his father.

Min’s sip was heavy as he drained long and deep from the glass before swallowing thickly, the gulp bobbed his Adam’s apple. It felt like he was trying to swallow the decision before him rather than liquid.

Min continued to drink lazily into the late hours of the night. The bottle was near the end but Min still felt too awake with his thoughts.

Throwing his head back to cushion off the sofa, Min groaned aloud – frustration hitting its peak. He closed his eyes in some vain hope of it being a dream but his phone shattered the illusion as it blared as it lay on the carpet.

It made the male snap his head back to look at the cell phone.

Kai was blowing up his phone at the unsavory hour so he glossed over the thread of messages with a glare as he swirled the liquid in his glass by the slow flicks of his wrist.

KimKai:                 I know you can see this msg.

KimKai:                 Can’t wait to see you ;)

KimKai:                 Text me, Minnie.

KimKai:                 What are you doing now?

KimKai:                 Minnie, babe…

KimKai:                 Minnie.

KimKai:                 You know, it’s considered rude to not text back.

KimKai:                 Its worse when you leave someone on read.

KimKai:                 Lee Min.

KimKai:                 Answer me...

KimKai:                 Can I call you?

He noticed Kai was also leaving voicemail messages for him.

And Min hoped Kai would notice how he was ignoring those, too.

Min threw his head back again to down the remaining wine before going on to pursue one last glass – which turned into a lie and Min drank until he made a grip for the bottle neck but it was all empty.

He huffed and rattled the empty bottle in his hand, watching the bottle mouth sway side to side as his background faded to a blur with the lack of focus in his vision. Min eventually broke the rhythm of swaying bottle and let the bottle go as his wrist fell limp and the neck escaped his grip, rolling across the floor, dully as it rolled over the fuzzy white fluffiness of his rug.

Min sighed.

The sweet wine couldn’t stop the way the bitter taste in his mouth coated over quickly and he wasn’t even drunk.

Not even buzzed.

Letting the empty wine glass tip over onto the carpet Min headed to bed.

Lee Min missed the last text that popped up on his phone long after he had settled into his sheets.

KimKai:                 Goodnight, Min.

- - -

It was really early, ungodly early since the sun was barely peeking through his curtains.

Min couldn’t sleep but he also knew he couldn’t look shit for the day.

The whole purpose was to keep face, right? 

Well, if his father thought he had won completely, he was wrong.

Maybe, he could anger and test his father in petty and trivial of ways.

It was a slow motion version of his morning routine since Min believed his mind was working too fast for his own body and he was annoying himself over the petty issue of dress code. He was travelling and he would love to put on his sweatpants and sneakers.

At least, he’d get to keep the sneakers but he’d endure the journey in thick tough denim.

Min blew up Alice’s phone with texts all morning long as he tried to dawdle before leaving but he checked the text thread of Alice’s chat, hoping she replied before he was on the road.

MinMin:               I really don’t feel like going today.

MinMin:               I’ll call when I get a chance.

MinMin:               I have to drive for sooooo long.

MinMin:               Make sure you wake up for work and aren’t hungover.

MinMin:               I’m leaving now : (

Seeing that there was no reply, he cranked the key in the ignition. The car hummed as he sped along. The journey to the Manor from the Undercity some good three hours away at the very least – or at least that how long Min had liked to drag out his return travels to the Manor.

His music calmed his nerves but he flinched every time a notification popped up on his phone.

Jeez.

My nerves are worse than usual.

I just need to relax.

Min did justify his jumpy behaviour as a norm because in the last few meetings with his father and the meetings were done within the Undercity – be it the restaurants or shady clubs, the awfully extravagant and pointless party and the one random political meeting at a golfing range VIP booth (a successful agreement of keeping police off their turf and their crimes silenced or downplayed considering their severity. An extra lot of cash was thrown in to be extra vigilant to rival organisations operating within their borders because even though the Lee Household was the strongest Mafia Family and others adhered to them, the other Households had a sense of independence as they were treated like partners to the Lee Household) – but Lee Min hadn’t gone back to Manor in months.

It’s just been a long time since you went back.

Min felt the car ride over too quick for his liking.

The Manor was right before him in that moment. It stood deathly pale against the sky and it loomed in its presence. The giant wrought gates swung open and his car rolled noisily against the gravel as he approached the front.

Hopping out, the Manor’s grease monkey was there to greet him – well, greet Min’s car.

His eyes widened at the car Min had arrived in – he expected a super car just like the rumours had said so but kept his mouth shut since he guessed the rumours were wrong except for the greeting before taking his car away to the garage.

Min shuddered as the greeting rung in his ear.

Young Master Lee.

Min wanted to throw up at the title. He could almost taste the way bile coated on his tongue.

He had politely rejected the offer for his bag to be brought up to his room. He had slipped out the bag from his backseat before he exited the car. The man drove off with his Charger while Min had climbed the steps to the Manor’s set of large double doors. The doors were opened the moment his car had pulled up in front of the doors.

He was greeted by the butler with the same title that made him feel a little sick on the inside.

“Greetings, Young Master Lee, I trust your travels were without issue.” The man greeted politely but had no eye contact with Min. Min had distracted replied about his travels.

“Yeah, the roads were quiet on my way here.” He mumbled as he had slipped into the large entrance hall of the Manor. He noticed it had been redecorated and the twin mirrored staircases were remodelled – smooth and dark wood panels in favour of the old porcelain tiles coupled with new wrought metal crafted balustrades.

But his trance like state was broken when a soft voice called to him.

“My little Minnie.”

Min felt his chest swell and his mood lift. The only saving grace in this hell hole was the old lady that stood before him. She was his caregiver.

Madam Kang Yoon Ah, formally acknowledged: the former caregiver and head caretaker of the Manor.

He gave up all the so-called perks of the old life when he left.

But Min forgot all about that when he walked up to the sweet lady and stooped his height down to hug her, a firm grip around her soft and warm body.

“Oh, my Minnie! I almost didn’t recognise you with the new hair colour. Won’t you ever stop dyeing your hair? Your scalp must hurt so much.” She tutted softly.

Min giggled softly and pecked her cheek affectionately.

“It hurts only a little; just on the day I actually dye it but I like the change. Doesn’t it make me look good?” He teased and flicked his hair dramatically to the side for effect.

She chuckled as she hit his bicep affectionately – Min found it endearing because when he was a child he was no higher than her knee but at his current age of twenty-six, he towered over the aged woman.

“My dear, you look too thin. Have you been eating well?”

“Yes, Halmoeni.” He grinned a little at her concern. It was kind of nice especially when he went back to a silent apartment where no one was waiting to ask him about his day or if he ate well. Min was far too used to being on his own and he had forgotten what it was like when he stayed at the Manor.

At the back of his mind, amidst the short lived happiness in the Manor, he was already wandering to the dark thought of meeting with his father. Min wondered if his father knew he had arrived already, part of him hoping he didn’t.

But considering that Madam Kang was present to greet him; it meant that the man was already expecting Min.

Madam Kang patted his cheek sweetly to get his attention again.

She smiled dearly at Min before speaking softly, “Stop frowning like that, Minnie. I know what you’re thinking. Your father knows of your arrival but he will only meet you in the evening. He is… rather busy with meetings today. For now you can freshen up and some of your friends are waiting in the hall.”

Min scoffed and breathed mirthless laughter.

“Unbelievable. My father hunts me down to come home and now; he won’t even make the time to see me?” Madam Kang’s face fell at Min’s words.

“Minnie.” She tried to soothe him delicately, rubbing his hand to calm him.

“Its fine, Halmoeni, I wasn’t looking forward to meeting Father immediately. If you would excuse me I had a very long trip and I want to freshen up and rest for a bit.” Min cut quietly. He doesn’t say anything more but only leaves after kissing Madam Kang’s cheek.

The old lady watched as Min had stalked down the cold dark hallway to his room. He whizzed at a pace that details didn’t have time to stir up memory or imprint new ones.

He was determined to make sure things remained a blur.

The room however was sickeningly familiar as nothing had changed.

His unnecessarily large bed sat to the far side of the room, from where Min stood at the thrown open double doors of his room, and there was a full length mirror with a ghastly ornamental frame mounted on the thin silver of wall that held all his windows – the windows doubled up as French balcony doors.

A cushioned and decorated chair sat beside the mirror. A door that led to connected bathroom stood opposite his bed and next to the door stood an impressive wardrobe and chest of drawers filled with all his clothes.

The odd thing about the room was the new carved table with the vase of roses – fresh white roses with their stems dipped in blue ink – the faintest of blue starting to dust the pristine petals.

Madam Kang didn’t know about his obsession for blue roses and Min was pretty sure she was aware of how he had hated white flowers.

Who could have done this?

A card?

Min dropped his bag in favour of picking up the crisp folded bone coloured card – it was completely blank on the outside so Min flicked it open to the penned words inside.

Sorry, these will have to do for now.Rain check for blue roses?Welcome Home.

He couldn’t have?

Min shoved the ridiculous thought out of his head as he walked around the room, before he approached the balcony doors and threw open the doors. He treaded out onto the balcony, absorbing the sunlight as he watched the coastline.

Just how long will I be here for?

Min had watched how the sea waves crashed over and over on the rocky coastline before he heard someone knocking on his door.

“Minnie, you haven’t freshened up yet?” Madam Kang asked.

“No, I was out on the balcony, seems like the weather is nice enough to read outside for a change.” He mused softly in favour of meeting anyone.

“It does. But you have to greet people, Minnie. Your friends are waiting. They’ve been buzzing around the Manor all week when they heard that you were coming.” Madam Kang chuckled lightly and Min knew her underlying order was put forward with her clever words.

“I suppose it would be rather rude.” He hummed as he walked over to his wardrobe and opened the doors before flicking over the row of outfits – he had snapped hanger after hanger when he wasn’t pleased with the outfits. It was ridiculous that he actually had to look presentable at all times.

 Ahh… The old clothing style.

Min scanned the wardrobe and found he refused to wear any of the outrageous clothes, little did he know Madam Kang had been watching.

“These clothes don’t suit you, Minnie.” It was more statement than question. Min nodded as he continued to stare at the wardrobe filled with clothes.

Madam Kang laughed gently and gave Min the once over look. “I assume lots of tight jeans and loud shirts?”

Min turned to her and flashed a smile, “Don’t forget the leather jackets.”

Madam Kang chuckled, “How could I have forgotten the leather jackets? You’re really looking for ways to test the Master.”

Min hummed as Madam Kang exited the room.

He looked for the least repulsive item to use and yanked out the tweed suit that had trimmings on its collar and tattered thread trimmings for its sleeves.

Min hauled himself into the shower when he realised he felt gross from the long drive. It wasn’t long until Min found himself fixing his black dress shirt and cufflinks in front of his large full length mirror with the garish gold leaf trimmed frame.

He knew he didn’t look like himself – it was just a way of fitting in to the world he was in.

He refused to be holed up in the God forsaken room.

It wasn’t a room.

It was a pretty cage to keep Min in.

Wrenching the door open, he took off and walked the dark hallways. He snorted at how the hallways were always ridiculously cluttered with antiques and always dark despite being a clear bright day.

He almost tripped when he noticed another vase filled with bluing white roses, he made out the vase filled with water that was mixed with blue ink – the royal blue hue to the water was a dead giveaway. He walked up to the vase and brushed his fingers over the roses and gasped – they were still fresh and were tended to, Min felt drops of water on his fingertips that kept the roses healthy.

The blonde male really didn’t have a destination in mind but his feet were unconsciously taking him somewhere. His stupor was broken when he found himself at the doorway into an open room – it was the Sun Hall in the Manor.

The two walls – the one opposite the entrance and the one to its right – were lined heavily with decorations and antiques. It had a rhythm to it pattern as it had alcoves – some with with heavy wooden pedestals in them or others left empty and ornamental – and the paintings that draped the walls.

Alcove. Painting. Pedestal. Painting. Alcove.

Repeat.

The other wall was lined with windows that let the sunlight steam in and make the room come to life as the dark hues began to catch light and danced off the glittering surfaces of the crystal chandeliers. The last wall held a set of double doors that were heavy and patterned with thin golden vines with leaves.

At the centre of the room was a large rug that was stomped on by a round table topped with a suffocating maroon tablecloth that had more gold leaf designs. The table was surrounded by four exquisite chairs that curved in the most interesting fashion. They were lined with golden and cushioned with a blue that matched the pattern with the table cloth.

Min had been so occupied with his brain trying to fathom all the details; he had missed the two people within the room.

“Min!”

One of the guys had called out and beckoned Min to join him and his companion at the table. Min settled into the seat with ease.

“Man, it’s good to see you again! You left the party too early, it got so crazy –“

And that was where Min tuned out the loud boy.

Min wrecked his brain for a name for this face as his formal shoes tapped soundly against the flooring.

Felix.

Felix is supposed to be a friend.

Felix was all cheekbones, auburn hair and a wide mouth that enjoyed this business more than one should. Min slipped into the cushioned chair quietly and acknowledged his story but let the two boys continue.

Min’s eyes fell to the table and he found alcohol bottles decorating it along with various piles of money and a pistol, which had been lazily tossed earlier, along with a centrepiece. Min snapped up when he found another white rose stem dipped in blue ink in the vase – the white and blue a violent colour burst on the gaudy gold room.

His eyes widened but then schooled to a passive mask and tuned the boys back in.

Why on earth were there blue roses in the Manor?

“– and Danny made him cry. He had the tip of his knife up the scrawny boy’s nostril just to get him to cough up all the cash he had on him. It wasn’t much but it was a point to prove that Daddy’s money couldn’t fix everything.” Snickered Felix as the mean streak gleamed in his steel orbs.

Danny was tossing the pile of cash around while the other boys made small talk and Min enjoyed the feeling of the sun on his skin. He watched how the wad of cash was moving to and fro between Danny and Alex until it had escaped the elastic band and the notes fluttered down like summer drizzle.

Min blinked lazily, ignoring the raining cash and sighed, he had placed his cheek in his palm that was propped up in the arm rest. He was already bored and he had no idea how long he’d be stuck at the Manor.

With his eyes on the bluing rose again, he zoned out watching the dust particles swirl around the flower.

Why would someone bring blue roses to the Manor?

Surely Kim Kai wouldn’t go this far?

What would it gain him?

A chance to bed you, Min’s mind reminded him nastily.

There was no place for roses in the Manor.

It’s amazing no one had complained yet.

He wasn’t sure how long he was lost in thought but he didn’t notice the three boys scrambling out as if their lives had depended on vacating the room because of the figure that was draped against the double doors.

- - -

Tae was infuriated.

He was at his wit’s end.

The boss wasn’t fucking kidding when he had declared a chase.

Tae had been on the run for three days straight hunting down targets and collecting goods like a madman. His muscles ached, his gun was out of ammunition and his car had suffered more than it should have.

Tae just wanted to get back to his Den for a shower, a meal and some sleep.

But there he was miles from the Den, stuck in jeans that were practically falling off his legs in ribbons of ruined fabric, matted with dirt and blood that didn’t belong to him, and his last good shirt.

He sat at the wheel of his baby. The engine was whining rather than purring. He sat with wide bloodshot eyes and white knuckles. His adrenaline was held taut like a coil, except the coil is at its threshold already. Waiting as a getaway driver was nerve wrecking, it required in the moment reflexes.

Stress ate at Tae as he had felt a million miles away from his own body.

Everything felt too disconnected.

He was sort of aware of the thrumming of his car beneath him and the ring on his index finger that was digging into the digit uncomfortably as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

He knew there was the heavy weight of his gun in his lap.

Under normal circumstances, the current scenario was a cinch but he was sleep deprived and looked slightly wild with his blue eyes in a perpetual shocked expression and his blonde hair pushed back violently. The hair that wasn’t sticking in the air clung unpleasantly to him through the sweat running down from his temple and the back of his neck.

The car doors were ripped open and two bodies threw themselves into the backseats, messily with dull cloth bags in hand, while Tae’s foot kicked at the pedal and made the car roar to life.

The loud rumble of another car deafened Tae. It was too close and Tae was making Sakura spin her wheels on the spot, the sudden speed made him lose traction.

“Lose the tail, Tae!” Denzel’s shout floated into his ear somehow amongst the blood pounding in his ears and the deafening sound of the car door shutting.

The tires pummelled at the tarmac and squealed when they changed direction. Tae growled as he threw the car into gear and swerved through the city. Twists turns and swerves occurred while mixed with cusses from the two people in the back.

“Watch it. Tae.” James threatened.

“Shut the fuck up if you want out of this alive.” Tae growled out again – it was madness to try and work a job in broad daylight within the HUB because the security was at its maximum but what Ji fucking Kwang Ho wanted was what he fucking got.

Tae was trying to hightail it back to the outskirts of the Undercity.

It was working as he weaved through peak time traffic. Tae seemed like a demon hell bent on getting away. His hand made swift work of the gear stick with quick snaps of his wrist and his other hand sliding smoothly against the steering wheel as he moved.

Kicking up dirt in the back alley, the Impala’s lithe body swung around the corner and ran through the gravel road. He had created a blind spot as he weaved another corner.  There was an open garage and he hastily rammed the car toward it halting it before the front bumper kissed the wall in front of it.

Denzel and James dashed out to make the garage door swing down not a moment later.

It was all too quick as the blonde killed the engine and ducked low in his seat, spilling out into the passenger seat and the boys threw the dirty aged sheet over the car. Tae breathed hard and heavy as he craned his every sense to hear the chase car.

He heard the car dash down the alley without stopping to look at the battered garage door. He heaved a sigh.

He knew they were in the clear as of that moment.

Tae kicked the driver’s door open with his scuffed sneakers and tumbled out under the sheet.

Well, shit, my legs are jelly. 

“Fuck!” Tae yelled as he had connected with the cement floor and grazed his cheek. James hovered over his sight line and smirked at him.

“Fuck, indeed, Tae. That was brilliant. Even you can’t stand straight. Well, not that you ever did, anyway.”

Tae grumbled and swore loudly as he shifted to prop himself up on his elbow that also gave away. Denzel barked his laughter out as he watched Tae fail. Cold blue eyes glared at him before Tae’s astonishingly light laugh filled the air in a soft sound.

Sometimes we need to laugh these things off or we might just lose our minds in the process.

“Look at that, Tae actually has the ability to laugh.”

Tae chuckled again before swearing Denzel.

“You’re driving our asses back to the Den but my baby needs care.” Tae threw a look to his car. He looked sad as he stared at the dents in the car, the multiple bullet holes and the endless scratches on the paint.

“Stop sulking like a lil bit–“James made for a start on his insult.

“Don’t speak of your mother like that, James. Now use you fucking worthless ass and get me to the car. I’m dying and I don’t want it to happen on this shitty floor. When I die, I sure as hell don’t want it to be in the crap excuse of a garage in an abandoned alley.” Tae cut out across loudly while James scowled.

The boys snickered as the lifted Tae and tossed him to the backseat.

“Fancy fucker, isn’t he, James?” Denzel snorted as he dumped Tae in the backseat, James joined when he heard the grunt of Tae through his mouth full of the leather car seat.

“Hey, you’ve only known him for around three years. I’d rather him mouthy like this because when he first joined, he wouldn’t say a word. I thought he was pretty scary but then we all found out that Tae just had a rod up his ass and never wanted to ask for help to get rid of it.” James shared conversationally.

“Oi! I’m right here and I’m the one that pays you, you shitty ingrates.” Tae growled, only managing to lift his head, it would have been more intimidating if he could shift but he really couldn’t move a muscle.

It was a silent ride back to the Den since Denzel took to napping in the passenger’s seat instead of playing co-pilot. Tae didn’t mind as the stress of his sleep deprived mind settled in the form of a pounding headache.

“Is it really worth risking our asses like this for the old man?” Tae huffed as he was regaining feeling back in his body and had managed to pick himself up to drape comfortably across the backseat on his tummy.

James remained quiet as he continued to stare hard at the road ahead, pretending to ignore the question.

“James, I know you’re listening.” Tae said quietly, popping himself up on his elbows slowly.

“Look, man, I don’t know. I just know if I work the jobs with you, I earn cash for being your driver and I know you got beef with the Old Man. Everyone has known it since day one but no one wants to talk about it because they’re either too scared of you or scared of making it sound like they sound against the Old Man.” James sounded exasperated as he spoke.

“The old bastard expects too much of us when it comes to these jobs. We’ve busted our asses from the moment we’ve joined.” Tae snipped.

“Maybe you, Tae, but I’ve just been following you ever since. I knew I was going to get my ass beat when I got pulled into the Ji Family. I do this so I can stay in the Den and stay off drugs. It would be too easy to get back into Undercity’s circles if I go back out there.”

“Yeah. I know. I’d beat your ass the day you come back to my Den high on that crap – we don’t do what we deal.”

“For someone as messed up as you, you’d expect worse habits from you, you know? Yet your worst habit is your drinking habit.” James snickered softly.

“I’d don’t indulge crackheads. They’re a fucking mess to handle – whether they’re high or on a come down and I don’t have the patience for that shit.” Tae mused. He knew what it was like to live with a druggie. His father had torn their family apart because of it, dragged his mother down into it at the end of it all and overdosed when they couldn’t pay their supplier.

It pissed Tae off so he continued to bitch, “Whatever. Just make sure you let the asshole know his work is done and that he can’t bother me for the week without having someone having a bullet in them from me.”

“Man, I don’t want to do it.” James whined, already agonised over the idea of going back to the club.

“Then fucking find someone to deliver the message. Get Denzel to do it.” Tae scoffed.

“He’ll want to see you, Tae. You know that. You’ve been avoiding the club.” James flicked his eyes up to the overhead rear view mirror to make eye contact with Tae. Tae scowled before his cold hard eyes flicked to the car window in front of him, he had been staring at how the sky was soon disturbed by the mid-rise buildings of the Undercity outskirts.

“I work for his gang. I’m not required to be at club at all times. I just don’t go when I don’t feel like it.” Tae huffed as he rolled on the spot to turn onto his back.

“Work for it? Shit, I didn’t think you still saw it like that. You practically own it, Tae. There isn’t a soul in Ji Household that doesn’t know your name. Besides no one is asking you to party if you show your face.” James snorted.

“I don’t play leader to those fuckers – I work for my own benefit. They don’t answer to me. If I do show my face, they want to drink on my money, cheap ass pissheads.” Tae hissed – he knew the only way to survive in the Undercity was to work for a Mafia Family. It wasn’t his original plan but it happened that way and since he had resigned his fate to forever being stuck in the Undercity Mafia, he might as well be the best at what he did within the ranks.

“True but if the Old Man ever died, they would.” James said off handed.

“The Old Man isn’t going to die soon. Bastards like him are like cockroaches – they live even when you try and kill them.” Tae spat but it only gained more laughter from James.

But little did James know that he made Tae think, despite the roll of his eyes.

If only the Old Man dropped dead…

The car started and whined loudly.

Tae dropped his head back into the leather seat and cried out, “Watch your fucking self, James. My baby girl is hurt!”

The other groaned, knowing it was going to be a long ride back with Tae pissing and moaning about his car.

But James didn’t realise that Tae was already planning other business.

He had plans that he needed to make a reality.

The first thing he needed to be done was that he had to go back to the club and his other and more pressing plan that included a particular brunette he met a few weeks ago.

He had unfinished business with her.

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