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To many, I am a myth.
The 'Kiss of Death', a hired killer, revered by some of the greatest criminal organisations in the world. Trained by the bratva themselves, without conscience, without mercy.
The per...
I press my back against the bathroom door and squeeze my eyes shut. This is too hard; being around him is too hard. I thought I could make it back to New York and then figure out a plan, but who am I kidding? There is no plan for this because this is the only eventuality I couldn't possibly have predicted.
I stare down at my flat stomach both horrified and mesmerized by the prospect. My head is telling me there is only one option here, that I need to go to a clinic and take care of it. But the heart I never had until a few weeks ago is hesitating, which is ridiculous. It's funny that when something is never even a possibility, you never think about it. And then when it's suddenly thrust in front of you, the reaction you might imagine yourself having never comes. I'm not so stupid as to think that I can have a baby. It's ridiculous. But, I've never done anything good in my life and probably never will. I bring death and destruction wherever I go. I can't stomach the thought of bringing death to something so innocent, something that defies all odds, and it makes me a hypocrite of the worst kind.
A plan starts to form in my mind and it's not ideal, but it's the best I have right now.
"Jennie." Jungkook calls from the other side of the door.
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to grab some food."
"Okay."
Now, it needs to be now.
Once I'm in New York it will be harder, Jungkook will be around and if he's not then his men will be. As soon as I hear the motel room door slam, I move, getting dressed up.
I only have a small bag with me, with just enough clothes for a few days, some cash, a couple of burner phones and one gun. It's enough. For now. I throw on some clothes and grab my stuff quickly.
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Her outfit ^
My hand is on the doorknob when I stop. I can't just leave him like this. I can't explain to him all the reasons why, but I can give him something.
I take a scrap of paper, letterhead with the motel's cheap looking logo. I hover with the pen over the paper for several moments. How do I say goodbye in a scribbled note?
Nothing has changed and yet, everything has.
He came for me, put his neck on the line, again, and now I'm leaving without so much as a word. Maybe I should just give him the truth. But then this is Jungkook. He's not the guy that has babies; he's the guy that puts a gun to their fucking heads when their parents won't do what he wants.
He doesn't need to know this.
Jungkook.
I can't stay with you. I know you would stand by me and fight the world if I asked you to, but this is my war and you shouldn't be a casualty of it.
Take your power, live your life.
Please keep Soojin safe. I'll be back. I just have some things to take care of.
Wait for me.
Queen always protects king.
Jennie.
He'll believe that, and he'll let me run. I can't pretend this isn't happening, and I can't just hope that Jungkook could deal with it. We aren't those people with the white picket fence and the normal lives. We're killers, depraved and motivated by the kinds of things that keep most people up at night. Everything is going to shit all at once.
Time and space are what I need to figure it out without burdening him. This is on me, and it's best that way. When you rely on other people it only weakens you, and I can't afford weakness now.
Dropping the note on the bed, I hoist the duffel bag over my shoulder, leaving that run-down motel room without a backwards glance.
As soon as I'm on the main road, I stick my thumb out, and it doesn't take long before a guy in a pickup truck pulls over.
"Where ya goin', sweetheart?" He says, tipping his cowboy hat back.
