Jennie
I haven't seen Lisa around the club in a while. It's not like I was counting down the days or whatever because I'm not. But if I were to count the days, I would tell you it's been precisely thirteen days.
Thirteen days since I last saw her. A person who had no right to occupy my thoughts, a person who resided in my mind like it was the only thing she knew how to do. I thought of her more than I cared to admit, more than I would ever admit. I thought about those dark eyes that held warnings and dark promises. Eyes that resembled stormy nights and hurricanes. Eyes that pierced through your very fucking soul whenever they landed on you.
I thought of her smile or a laugh that didn't belong to a person like her. It was too light, too joyful. The last time I saw her was when she shot that man right in front of me as if that man was nothing. As if killing a man was nothing to her. According to Jisoo, it was nothing.
It was a casual day for a Manoban to just do whatever she wanted and kill whomever she pleased without consequences. It turns out Lisa didn't just own this club but owned every club, restaurant, hotel, and building in South Korea. She wasn't just rich; she was filthy fucking rich.
The ten-thousand dollar cheque she wired to me the day when I bitched about her costing me money had me gasping for air. I still haven't touched it. I refuse to let this person think she could buy me or even afford me. I don't care who she was or what she owned; I didn't belong to anyone. I belonged to myself. The ten-thousand dollar cheque aside, she had that man, Jackson, give me a gift after my last set the other week. A gift that I knew if I were to sell it, I'd never have to work a day in my life. It was real ruby diamond lingerie. A full-on encrusted bra and panties.
What was she doing buying me lingerie? And the fact that she asked someone else to send it? I haven't worn it yet. I decided I would never wear it. It's hidden in my safe back at the house. I wasn't going to call her because that would mean I care, and I don't. I really don't. I couldn't just look for her in the club and hope that I would run into her because, like I said. I don't care. I really don't care.
Jisoo and I looked it up once we saw it. It was fifteen million dollars. Do you know what someone like me could do with fifteen million dollars? Everything. A lot. It was a lot of fucking money. I could stop working altogether and pay off my father's medical bills once and for all and my brother's student loans. I could buy my father a better place and a nicer car. I'd never have to worry about my next pay cheque or if I make enough tips dancing to stupid, pitiable men. I wouldn't ever have that pleasure, though.
I'd never allowed myself to rely on another person, especially a person like Lisa Manoban. A person that was more menacing than the devil himself. A person with no morals or conscience. A savage person that doesn't differentiate between right and wrong. A person so pretty and gorgeous who makes me breathless whenever she speaks to me. A person who makes my pulse skip whenever she looks at me. A person who would protect me and kill everyone who would ever harm me.
Jesus, something like this shouldn't make me feel... special, hot and bothered.
Where the warning bells in my head should be, were gone, replaced by the explicit image of Lisa trailing her gun over my body.
"I'm so tired." I groaned in the locker room. Jisoo sat next to me, repainting her nails, while I prepped for my last dance. "My feet are sore as fuck."
"You need to buy new heels. Yours are totally worn out."
"I know, I know. I'll buy some when I get a chance."
Jisoo had gotten off work an hour ago, but since she loaned her car to her dumbass of a boyfriend, she was waiting for me to finish so that we could drive home together.
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PRETTY SAVAGE | JENLISA
FanfictionAn adaptation/conversion Lisa GP * This story contains mature content, sexual graphic scenes, strong language, violence and mentions of decapitation. Please read with caution.