|{Blood On The Corpse's Coffin}|•{(KNJ)}

{20}

Not Who She Thought

"Your parents didn't die by accident Kurai. It was all planned away."

The moment those words came out of his mouth, she knew he wasn't who she thought he was.

Only one question was floating in her mind. 

"How do you know?"

He put his elbows on the table and leaned closer, "I have my own ways."

The young girl shook her head in denial. There's no way. 

"I don't believe you."

Namjoon chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. He opened one of his drawers and pulled out a yellow folder. Then, he threw it on his desk.

The sound that the folder made when it hit the desk's glass surface, made the younger feel an uncomfortable chill that sent a shiver down her spine.

The large man sat straight on his chair. His charming face was dead serious. 

As he pulled out some photos and paper sheets from the folder he said, "your parents weren't as normal as you think they were."

Kurai looked eager yet a bit frightened as she waited for him to continue.

Satisfied that he finally caught her attention, Namjoon continued, "your father used to work for a mafia gang. A large mafia gang."

The girl's eyes widened.

"A mafia gang!?"

She couldn't help but raise her voice a bit, disbelief evident in her tone.

Namjoon smiled, amused by her priceless reaction.

He couldn't believe he was looking at that shocked face for a free price. 

"Yes, a mafia gang. You know, my grandfather used to rule it- "

"WHAT??!" Kurai's shocked voice came out much louder than she intended.

She couldn't believe non of the things coming out from between his plump lips.

Not one word.

It was like someone told her vampires and werewolves were real and her family was involved with witchcraft because they have the sacred blood.

It all sounded like none sense to her.

That meant her grandmother was lying to her all those years. 

And she didn't want to believe that. 

Namjoon calmly stood up and walked around his desk at a very slow pace. He looked slightly annoyed.

"Remember what I told you last time? No interrupting while I talk."

By the time he finished his sentence, he was standing in front of his desk. Which meant that he was standing up, leaning on his desk, and standing right in front of the poor, overwhelmed girl.

She wasn't quite happy about the control he had over her. With the guards behind her, and him in front of her eyes.

She felt trapped.

What did he expect? 

Did he perhaps thought that she would sit there like a statue and accept everything he told her?

Hell, no.  

But nonetheless, she needed him to continue. 

It wasn't a bright idea though. After all, everyone knew curiosity killed the cat.