Page 10 of Perfect Martinis

I'm silent, watching as he gets dressed, and I throw on my robe to see him leave. To ensure he doesn't sneak around downstairs.

I'm so glad Sweet Cock-Tails is closed today.

I need to get my head on straight. Plus I have a meeting with the kkangpae. They have money to collect.

After that, honestly? I don't know what to do. Do I tell them about Jeong-Ki? They'll go after him if I do...

My conscience tells me to get rid of Jeong-Ki, but my gut tells me otherwise. Or maybe that's my bleeding heart. I don't know which.

I hate the way the kkangpae make themselves at home. They did it to Phil, and they do it here too.

As soon as the four of them arrive, they're behind the bar, making drinks, making a mess.

I settle up the money quickly, hoping they'll leave, but they linger, insisting I drink with them. Maybe if I have one, they'll go.

After I've had half the glass of vodka and tonic, one of them turns to me, a smile on his face I recognize all too well.

"So, Moriah-ya," he says casually, "we noticed you had an overnight guest last night."

"I'm sorry, is my sex life your business too?" I quip.

They all laugh as if I said the funniest thing ever uttered.

"Well... No," another one comments. "But it is when it's a cop. A well-known co, to boot. I do wonder how an idol became an officer, don't you?"

I stand up and my legs get weak.

"What the Hell?" I say grabbing the bartop before one of the men grab me from behind.

"Officer San Jeong-Ki and the woman who tried getting into our city using the Sicilians' blood money," the first man says. "What star-crossed lovers."

"I kicked him out!" I say. I feel frantic, but my body is sluggish.

They drugged me.

"I love this business, I wouldn't do anything to compromise it!"

One shrugs as he throws me to the floor. "Maybe. Maybe not. But we have to send you, and him, a loud and clear message."

I can't move. Even my eyes are getting blurry. The only upside here is maybe I'll pass out before they hurt me.

I know if I fight, I'll make it worse on myself. But laying here passive makes me livid.

My clothes tear, just enough to expose all the important parts to them.

The first man mounts me and pushes inside with no resistance, even as I do attempt to move and buck him off me. Even if I wasn't drugged, I wouldn't be able to do much damage. The second man holds my head and shoves his cock down my throat, while the other two look on, stroking themselves.

I'm trying to fight. To stay awake and alert. To not give in. But it's so hard; the drug wants to take me under, while self-preservation won't let my brain turn off.

The first man finishes in me and the one in my mouth takes his place, while another replaces him down my throat.

Distantly, though I know it's only a few feet away, logically, there comes a clang and the sound of glass breaking.

Then bullets.

Four.

One by one, the bodies of the men drop to the floor, while blood splatters me from the two who were abusing me.

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