ARCANUM

CHAPTER 6

JANE KIM POV

"Hello, beautiful," Valdo Bykov, my target, grabbed my elbow and led me through a door guarded by two burly bouncers. They bowed when they saw him. After meeting him a week ago, he took me out to dinner and then went to his club when I asked him about the famous places to have fun here.

"I heard there are several clubs that are famous for performing arts," I asked without question.

He smirked while raising his eyebrows. He knows what I mean because the locals here call art as camouflage. "Are you interested in that place?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm curious because my acquaintances in Korea said I had to visit it as soon as they found out I was going on a business trip here," I said with an innocent smile and a face showing interest.

"Well, then you are lucky to meet me. It seems heaven is deliberately bringing us together. Though the meeting was shocking. I have a club that performs that 'art' in question," he answered while opening his arms as if he owned the world.

"Is that true!?" I was surprised and widened my eyes while smiling happily. Of course, I knew this information, but I pretended not to. I know exactly who he is and what he does. He owns a stripper club and other limited clubs. He also organizes auctions at certain times to sell the women that have been sent to him.

"Yes. I can take you there now," he says with raised eyebrows, and I nod enthusiastically, agreeing.

So that's how I ended up in this stripper club. Once through the guarded door, we descended the only staircase and entered the door he knocked on first. Not random people can enter this place.

As soon as we entered, the sound of exotic music filled the room as the women dancing on the stage took off, little by little, each piece of clothing until they were completely naked. I raised my eyes to look around me. Although not random people can enter, this place is quite crowded. Almost all the tables were occupied, and even the long bar table on one side was also full.

My attention stopped when I noticed the long bar. A woman was leaning towards the man sitting in front of her. It was clear that she was deliberately showing her breasts that the handsome man was staring at. His gaze was completely unmoved and locked on the woman with wavy blonde hair's chest. I'm sure from his position he can even see her nipples. He was so glued to her chest that he let the woman's hand that smiled seductively creep up to his amazing rod.

I stared intently at the two of them until the handsome man turned his head. As if he sensed I was watching them, he turned to me. I stared briefly at the woman, who was getting closer to his chest and almost brushing her chest to the man before I turned my gaze to the two eyes that looked surprised. Even though the place was dimly lit, and even though he quickly covered it up, I could tell he was surprised to see me.

Our eyes met again after more than a year. I remember the last time I looked into those brown eyes. When we're pointing guns at each other. When I shot him. Just when I thought he shot me, he shot the bad guy behind me. As he smirked and jumped into the sea. That was the last time I looked into those eyes. I thought I would never be able to look at those two eyes that always covered its sadness again.