Kill Me Or Kiss Me? (JenKook)

Epilogue

Jungkook

One month later:

I put out my cigarette and push up from my desk, turning off the lamp.

I've been up late dealing with the fallout of Nicholai's death, handling Jicheol and the Russians. It seems they're willing to call it quits if we let them trade their guns in our territory. Jicheol agreed to it, so for now I have to go with it..at least while the old man still breathes.

I walk up the stairs and check in on Luca the same way always do before I go to bed. Instead though, I find Jennie sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room, her head resting on one of the cushions as she cradles Luca in her arms.

Her outfit ^

Luca's outfit ^

I didn't even hear her come in.

Her and Sasha went out for a job earlier, a 'quick hit' as she calls it.

Once a killer, always a killer.

They get paid well and it feeds her bloodthirsty nature.

But fucking Sasha will not use the elevator because he says, and I quote: It's an ambush waiting to happen.

Who thinks like that?

He insists they use the stairs. He's somehow bypassed my alarm.

He and Jennie move like fucking ghosts, so I never know when either of them is going to just pop up.

Jennie's knuckles are split open. Blood splatters adorns her neck, streaking through her hair. My blood-stained butterfly, cradling her innocent child. Luca's little cheek is pressed to her chest.

I smile and walk over, holding his soft little hand with my two fingers.

In the blink of an eye, a .40 Cal is pointed at my head.

Of course.

Jennie's palm is covering the side of Luca's face as though she would protect his ears from the sound of the shot.

"Are you ever going to stop pointing guns at me?"

She tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes before she tucks the gun beneath the cushions again. "Don't creep up on me like that."

I laugh. "It's not creeping." I carefully take Luca from her, more like pry him from her. The kid's going to get spoiled. She lets him sleep on her every night, even though he sleeps just fine on his own.

I lay him down in his crib, and he doesn't even stir. He sleeps like the dead, and I hope he always does. I hope he never has a care in the world. With Jennie for a mother, he'll always be protected, sheltered from the dangers of this world.

I go to Jennie and lean over, kissing her. "You can't sleep in his room for the rest of his life, jugeum."

"Watch me."

I laugh and shake my head. "Come on," I say. She gets up, glancing longingly at Luca before she finally leaves the nursery.

She whistles for George. He trots up the stairs, going and curling up right in front of Luca's cot. That damn dog almost as attached to him as he is to Jennie. She insists he sleeps with Luca for protection.

What the fuck that dog is going to protect him from, I don't know.

As soon as our bedroom door closes, I pick her up, pinning her against the wall. Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging hard. I kiss down her neck, groaning as I inhale the scent of vanilla and gun oil mixed with the metallic twang of blood. It's fucking addicting.

I still when I feel the cool kiss of steel at my neck. I
pull back and raise a brow at her.

Her eyes narrow, a twisted smile playing over her lips.

"Don't do it." I warn.

Her dark eyes flash, lust and violence roaring to the surface, and without ever breaking eye contact, she slowly drags the blade along my collar bone before bringing the it to her lips and licking it.

"Fuck. You just love to push me." I say with a feral growl, letting her down on her feet and pushing her on the bed.

She smiles wide because she's just as fucking depraved as I am.

My perfect match, my other half, my vicious little butterfly.

There's no one else who could possibly stand beside me but her.

"I love you." She says, looking up at me.

I groan, touching my forehead to hers. "I fucking love you, jugeum."

She may have started as a pawn in a game, but now, she is the crowned queen.

She is that which I treasure most.

She is my happiness.

Even monsters can find their happily ever after.