ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ || ᴋᴛʜ

Chapter 15 || Scissors

"Congratulations. I heard you got married, Kim." A middle-aged man in a suit with a heavy accent smiled while saying that.

Tae-hyung was at a meeting in Colombia with the man who owned one of the biggest drug cartels in the world. The meeting was held in a highly secure cartel compound with dozens of armed men. Tae-hyung as usual had just two men with him.

"She is the Kang heiress. My shipments can now move however fast I want."

The drug lord looked at him suspiciously. "You know, Kang shipments have met with too many accidents. I lost close to a hundred million in the last month alone."

Tae-hyung shrugged lightly. "I didn't control the shipments then. And with the newly revised price, you'll make twice the amount of profit than you usually do."

Even though the drug lord was a billionaire, a greedy look passed on his face. "Fine. I'll sign the contract," he said. But there was a gleam in his eyes. "But if anything happens to the shipments this time... well... I also heard your wife is a beautiful woman."

Tae-hyung sat back on the couch. "Yes, she's beautiful," he said, not taking the bait which was to threaten him into submission. "But so is the El Chapo heiress."

The drug lord's face tightened at the reference to his daughter. "Leave Isabel out of this. She has nothing to do with our business."

"Indeed." With a small smile, Tae-hyung stood up and adjusted his suit. "Take care, Estaban. Give my regards to Isabel. We ran into each other rather unexpectedly a couple of months ago in San Diego."

The drug lord's hand fisted. Estaban knew his daughter fancied herself to be in love after a brief affair. She had even told her father about wanting to marry Tae-hyung, but Tae-hyung had politely turned down the proposal which relieved Estaban.

Estaban wanted his daughter married to a man from his cartel, especially someone he could control, unlike Tae-hyung. One of the major reasons why the most powerful drug lord couldn't kill Tae-hyung was because his doting daughter would never forgive him.

"You know, if you hadn't killed all of your rivals, I wouldn't have had to agree to sign a contract despite losing so much money."

Tae-hyung smiled. "I could say the same to you. Had you not killed most of your rivals, you wouldn't be the biggest drug lord in Columbia, either."

A glint of respect shone in the other man's eyes. "Take care of my shipments, Kim."

Shaking hands with the older man, Tae-hyung stepped into the private jet to head to his next meeting. This one was in Mexico, and it was the last one for the week.

For the first time, he was feeling restless. He had been on the edge the entire week during the meetings. It wasn't because he was sitting opposite to the most dangerous men in the world. It was because of the woman he had married.

She was a bundle of contradictions. A rebel one moment and a frightened innocent the next.

A dark desire rose in him as he recalled the sight of Kang Y/n on their wedding night lying in his bed holding a tiny scissors in her hands as protection. She was wearing his robe, which was way too big for her, and it had fallen open in her sleep, revealing her long, smooth hips and legs.

He wondered what she would have done if he had woken her up and demanded his husbandly rights on their wedding night. Would she have attacked him with the scissors? Or would she have submitted to the raging desire that flared between them each time they saw each other?

Even after he had told her she would be willing when they had sex, she was always bracing herself for an attack from him. And it only stoked his baser animal instinct to prove her right.

She was becoming a dangerous distraction.

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