[BIG DISCLAIMER I do not know how to speak Spanish, so I only google translated the words, if my Spanish was wrong, please blame google translate, thank you <3]
El Hostal de Jackie
Porcelain white paint on the outside then colorful historical designs on the inside, the cathedral was breathtaking.
I can't believe that my first trip outside of my home country would be with the Mafia.
The place was empty but it was clean and refreshing. A little hot but it's tolerable.
A door opened, the sound of it echoed through the whole church.
A man in a flowery polo, white shirt, beach shorts and flip flops came in with a big funny grin on his face. "Welcome to Santa Marta, Amigo. Fue bueno tu dia?"
Shit, is he gonna make me take Spanish lessons too??
I glance at Chan and his smile doesn't fade. "Yes, so far so good. And this is YN, you know her."
"Ah sí. Cómo podría no saberlo? Su madre es famosa. Famosa por su belleza excepcional."
I don't understand a word his saying. And it's pissing me the fuck off.
"Sorry, can't you just speak Korean? You're name is Sunwoo and there are two Korean people in front of you." I snapped but said it as calm as I could.
His eyes widen in...delight??... and his smile got bigger.
"My apologies, I was wrong to assume you knew Spanish. I was saying how famous you're mother is for her exceptional beauty. I know her very well. Is it true that all the Orochi family members get a tattoo after their first kill? Do you have one?"
He knows about that? Not that surprised since he is a former FBI agent. He's done his digging.
"So you have killed someone." Chan nods his head, knowing that I do have a tattoo on my back.
"I do have a tattoo. But I didn't kill anybody." Memories of that day flashed in my head, my hands curled to a fists controlling all of the anger I want to let out.
"What do you mean? You got a tattoo bit didn't kill anybody? So was it just for the aesthetic?" Sunwoo presses on, being too interested on the topic.
"Of course, I wouldn't get a tattoo if I could."
A silent stare of obvious hatred. Yes, that is what's happening.
"Stop arguing, let's move on to the point. Where's my list Sunwoo?" Chan reaches his palm out.
"I have it," Mr. Sunwoo pulls out a brown envelope from inside his polo. "Right here. I also took a step forward and made a list of the people working under our old pal Cold-faced Ronan. You'd be surprised to see who they are." he steals a glance from me then looks back to Chan.
"Thanks, the payments wired already."
"Glad to be doing business with you. But don't look for me again in the future. Even if I'm retired, the agency is still keeping dibs on me. Find another informant." he pats Chan's back like a friend. "And as for the little lady, good luck. Don't be too shocked when you see mommy."
I clench my jaw when Chan placed his hand on my lower back, it meant to hold in what I had to say. So I did. My eyes lowly glared at the retreating former FBI agent.
"How about you take a drive around the city. Sight the place out yourself." He took back his hand and started dialing on his phone. "I'll get someone to tour you."
What is he talking about? Is this another test whether I run away or do something behind his back?
_______Night______
When I got back after my tour around Santa Marta with a friendly tour guide, I headed straight to the hotel Chan said we were staying at. I knock on the door and the Mafia Boss himself opened it for me in just a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Took you long enough. Enjoyed the city?" he grinned, his dimples saying hi. "Had dinner yet?" he asked as we went inside and I closed the door.
"No." I stood stiffly by the door hugging my coat. Chan saw this and eyed me up and down.
"Sit down, let me get some clothes." he left to the room and I sighed before sitting on the couch.
The hotel room itself was luxurious, it's my style not gonna lie. Cold champagne rested in a bucket on the table before me and a bowl of fresh fruit on the side.
Is this where I'm staying for the night? Or is he gonna give me my own room?
"What's on your mind?" Chan came back dressed in all black, his usual statement.
"As I was going around the city...I thought maybe if I hadn't left my mother alone then," I glance at him to be stared at intently. "...maybe she wouldn't have killed herself."
"...So your feeling sentimental and regret right now. You wondered about what travelling around the world would be like with your mother."
His words exactly.
"I wish I could comfort you, but I don't know how."
"I'm not asking for it."
He chuckled and sat on the chair across me. The scent of fragrant shampoo hits my nose. It was strong and...distracting.
"Come here." he opened his arms for a hug.
I flinched from what he was doing. Does he want me to sit on his lap?
"Don't look at me like that and come here." he raises his chin and said it with more demand.
Unsure but I got up and went over to him, standing between his open legs. He gently held my hands and pulled me onto him. He had me on his lap and in his arms like a child.
"You look very obedient right now. It's cute." he grazes his fingers on my cheek and his other hand held my waist. "But you're more fun when enraged." he whispered to my ear that made me felt shivers. I jerked away but he pulls me closer. "Don't run away, princess. I'm not going to hurt you remember?"
"What do you want?" I managed to say.
"I'm just comforting you the best I can. Nothing else." He rubs my back, slowly. "Do you...need more than this?"
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FanficDISCONTINUED Kidnapped by Chan and his gang, he wants something from you. But none of you expected that you'd need each other for a longer time. Couldn't fight the urge to fall in love with a mafia member. Lee Felix. But is that really all to it?
