The Invincibles-KTH FF (BOOK II)

-FIFTY NINE-

I couldn't bring myself to look into the mirror to see his face. I knew it hurt him. I'd talked to all of his doctors and pain was just a side effect; they could do nothing but give him more meds. But the meds made him angry, and sometimes violent. It was one of the reasons he tried to lock himself away.

"How much was this small fortune anyway?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Small fortune?"

"The one you have locked away from the Kim pig and his rat family."

"Y/N..."

"Don't 'Y/N' me with a razor at your skull, Hyunbin. I have another use for it and it's not going to be wasted on those people."

"What could you possibly want to do with that money that you can't do now?"

I met his eyes in the mirror and just smiled.

I was going to do what he didn't think I could. I was going to make us a force to be reckoned with again. I was going make sure we had the monopoly on cocaine and heroin. I was going to make sure we didn't need any Kim and damn well no Song.

"I don't trust that look in your eyes." He frowned, watching me carefully. Even drunk, he was still trying to read me.

"Why, because it reminds you of the look in your eye?"

"No, because it reminds me of your mother. I always knew a storm was coming when I saw that look." He pointed into the mirror at my brown eyes and I just smiled.

Grabbing the towel he had left on the desk, I wiped the leftover cream from his head and kissed it. "I have to go, Appa. Get some rest."

Taking the razor with me, I left him sitting there, with the rest of his hair lying on the cold marble. Walking back out into the closet, I locked the door behind me before leaving. It wasn't the only entrance to his room. There was a back door into the gardens where the doctors came and went, but he wanted this door locked, so I obliged him.

"Seungmin, just the man I needed to see." I smiled, stepping out into the hall.

"Is there a reason why you're in the closet, ma'am?" he asked, but he already knew why. The walls had ears and the maids would talk. They always talked.

"Never mind that. My father has money in holding for me."

"Ma'am..."

"Don't lie to me, Seungmin. I need to know how much and where it is. After all, I'm fighting for my life here."

He fought the wrinkled grin trying to creep onto his face. "And how will seven million dollars do that?"

Seven million dollars was not a small fortune; it was a large one and just enough to pay off debts along with procuring a few dozen kilos of cocaine.