Page 25 of Faker

I start to growl, and he winces again. “I got angry one night and drugged her drink.”

“You what?” I yell in his face.

Han’s hand lands on my shoulder again. “Remember what you promised.”

I promised them a lot, one being I wouldn’t kill anyone unless they deserve it. Is he telling me right now he raped her because she didn’t want to give him the money?

“Did you rape her?” My voice is low and deadly.

He shakes his head. “Did you?” I ask, wrapping my hand around his neck and starting to choke the son of a bitch.

“I didn’t mean to, it was so easy and then…” he says.

My vision turns black, and I want nothing more than to kill him. Then her blue eyes flash before mine. Reminding me why I’m here, to make him pay all her money back. He did it under Chris’s supervision, our computer mastermind, and now it’s my time to shine. “So, you drugged her and then you raped her?” I ask, my voice ice cold.

Han calls my name as a warning, but I hold up my hand, indicating he needs to shut his mouth. I know I’m playing the eldest card right now, but this is my woman we’re talking about. Mine and mine alone. No one is going to hurt her except me, until I let her go. Because I will, I need to. She doesn’t belong in my world, it would get her killed.

“Why didn’t she go to the police?” My voice is deep and filled with pent up anger.

“I told her she’d had too much to drink.” He keeps crying, and when I see the front of his pants staining, I know he’s peed himself. This always happens when I get center stage, people lose their shit, sometimes literally.

“What did you do?” I slap him hard across his face and he keeps crying, averting his gaze. “Look me in the eyes while you tell me what you did to my woman?” I demand, leaving no room for discussion, only death, and he knows it, I can see it in his eyes.

“I told her she’d had too much to drink and they wouldn’t believe her. And she could lose her Visa.”

“You hurt her,” I growl under my breath, and he starts to shake.

There is a knock on the door and Jin-young tells us his father has arrived. “You should be happy I made a deal with your father, or else you would be dead.”

His head snaps up while I stand and nod to Han and Jin-young who untangle him from his chair. I keep my back turned to them, smoking my cigarette, while I shove my beat-up shaking hands in my pockets. It took every ounce of self-control not to kill the son of a bitch.

“She wasn’t worth it,” he whispers. “You know who I am?” he says. The loser is getting some of his spine back because daddy decided to show up and get his son.

“Why?” I ask. My hands are still shaking with pent up anger as I flick the cigarette away, keeping my back to him, reminding myself he isn’t worth it, because she is.

“You can have her,” he says sarcastically.

I crack my neck and turn around. When my eyes land on his, he quickly looks down to the stained concrete floor with his blood and piss. “She is nothing.”

That’s it, I think, lunging for the bastard. I hear Han swearing under his breath while I beat the fucker to a pulp for hurting what is mine. All fucking mine.

Storm

I wake with a start. How long was I asleep for? And why do the sheets feel different? I scan the room, his cat is purring next to me. I sit up, the fabric falling from my body. It’s eerie quiet in here, why isn’t he back? I fall back against the cushions, and I’m engulfed by his scent. Why do I feel safe here with him when I didn’t feel it with my ex-boyfriend? I drag my fingers through my long hair, probably because the moment we had sex is a big blur in my mind. I can remember him taking me out for drinks and then into a cab and to his home, and after that, I don’t know. He told me I’d had too much to drink, but the next day something felt off. It should have been the best night, instead I can’t remember what went down. I didn’t want to kiss after what’d happened, and when I found out he’d only used me for my money, I broke up with the bastard. Some part of me knows the fucker raped me. That’s why I couldn’t bring myself to go on another date. I always read after something like that happens a lot of women can’t stand to be with someone. Why is the mafia guy different? Maybe because this is a business transaction, nothing more? I know the man isn’t going to hurt me, not like before, and knowing that gives me a sense of power. I never loved my ex-boyfriend, and he knew it. I want something impossible, a dark fairy tale with someone who understands all the parts I’m trying to figure out about myself. Could the scarred mafia dude be the one to help me find out?

I open my legs a little, and my underwear is already wet thinking about him. Is it normal to fantasize about a man who promised to hurt you and to make you scream? I push my hand further down and into his boxers, catching on the wet sticky heat. I softly flick my clit and gasp, his name tumbling from my lips. I kick at the sheet and somehow almost knock over my tea. Shit, I swear in Korean, and a chuckle echoes through the room. I shoot up, my hand still on my clit, looking right into mafia guy’s handsome face.

He holds his head a little to the side and groans. “Don’t stop on my account.”

My cheeks flush as he runs his eyes down my body, making me shiver. He leans against the door and crosses his arms, the black dress shirt straining in all the right places. His knuckles are bloody, but other than that, he looks immaculate. His hair isn’t even out of place. “I… I…” I stutter, locking eyes with him as he slowly licks his lips.

Summer

I never thought I’d like to go home. Home was always a place where I recharged for the upcoming day. It was a place, not a home. Knowing she was waiting for me had me on edge the whole time I was taking the trash out. I made sure the loser who stole her money isn’t going to bother her again. He hurt her, and I can’t believe she had the guts to give herself to me. I’m going to give her the power back he took from her. I don’t care that he’s the son of an important politician.

I’m not going to tell her I paid her debt to my brothers. One of my guys will make sure the bank isn’t going after her tiny ass apartment, and I made sure the son of a bitch is never coming for her again. I stare at my busted-up knuckles, it was fun beating the living shit out of him. The six of us made a promise a long time ago that we wouldn’t let a woman come between us. I have a feeling I’m going to break our promise. She’s worth breaking the rules for. And seeing her wear my underwear really does it for me. On the way home, I imagined countless scenarios to put her through. I didn’t expect to find her like this, with a hand down my boxers, trying to get herself off. Why is she embarrassed? I have no idea when I’m the one who came in my slacks by her touch alone.

“Don’t stop,” I growl out. She looks up and those big blue eyes water. “Never feel embarrassed by getting yourself off when you are wearing my clothes.”

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