Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

47

Kai

My phone rings as I'm about to leave my office to help Jennie with cleaning the diner. The caller I.D reads Lisa Manoban. I roll my eyes and contemplate if it is worth picking the call because I know she is just going to feed me with excuses.

My real name is really Kim Jongin, but I go by the aliases Kai and Vladimir. Regular folk know me as Kai-the charming and charismatic owner of Kai's Eat 'N' Grillz, but in my other world, the mafia world, I am known as Vladimir, the ruthless mafia boss of the Vincenzo Mafia, one of the biggest mafia families in South Korea.

However, I stepped down temporarily and let my brother take over while I focus on other business ventures. This does not stop me from getting involved in the administrative duties of our organization: I make sure the shipments of our weapons are brought in on time, oversee the sale and delivery of drugs in the black market and I'm a weapons specialist.

Lisa is our go to person when it comes to the delivery of ammunitions and drugs. I don't know how that kid does it, but he 'products' are top notch and she is always on schedule too.

However, there seems to be a delay in Beijing so my ammunitions are late. It's been months now and I'm getting impatient and angry. Time is money and I do not tolerate tardiness at all.

Lisa is lucky my henchmen didn't blow her brains out on Sylvia Street that fateful night. The only reason why she's still alive is because she is the best of the best and I only want one thing–the best.

I answer the phone angrily. "Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't send my men over to your house right now and kill you."

"Okay, Vladimir listen. It's not what you think. I already told you that the shipment got delayed in Beijing a-and I-I'm sorting it out. Please give me more time," she pleads. All I've ever given her is time.

"Lisa, I believe I've given you enough time. Where are my merchandise?" I spit back.

She shakily responds. "Mr. Vlad–"

"Look, I don't care about the shipment delayed in Beijing. That's YOU'RE problem. I've paid enough for the extra cost."

She asks me if I would be open to Krystal delivering the weapons since she apparently knows people who would be able to sort the issue in Beijing. "No, I don't want Krystal to deliver it. She and I are through." I sigh over the phone.

"But–"

"Get my fucking weapons or we'd have a repeat of last time and I'm sure you don't want that. Bye."

I run a finger through my hair, anger coursing through my veins. Another day, another excuse. Curse my liking for this girl because if not, she'd be fucking dead. I hear the sweetest tune from the most melodious voice and I smile knowing exactly who it is.

Jennie.

The most amazing person I know.

I twist the knob of the door hurriedly, desperate to see her. If there's one person that can dispel my anger, it's her. She turns her head once she hears the door open, her pearly whites fading into view along with her work outfit.

No matter what she wears, she always looks beautiful. She could be wearing a paper sack and I'd still think she's beautiful.

Jennie exudes such natural and effortless beauty that it stuns me how I was able to bag a girl, no not a girl, a woman like her. She may still be in high school but she is wise beyond her years. It shows in the way she talks and the way she carries herself with such grace and confidence.

My past girlfriends can never compete with her.

I've always wondered how she'd react if she knew me–the real me. I don't want her to get mixed up in my world, and so far, I've tried my best to keep her away from my mess.