The Invincibles-KTH FF (BOOK II)

-SIXTY TWO-

"Yeah." I grinned in return. "I wanted something Irish, and she told me to fuck off, that his genes were Irish enough. She kept reading off Korean names, I kept asking if we could name him Chi so ultimately we get a hot ass Kim Chi. Thank god! the woman didn't shoot me. We went down a line of 'E' names and Eunwoo just popped out at us. Feel free to pass it on to Mother so she can start embroidering sweaters and monogramming silverware. Hopefully that will keep her off the baby shower thing."

"About that..." he trailed off.

"Please tell me you didn't. Please, for the love of God, don't tell me Mother is going forward with it." Pushing off the car, I turned to him.

He continued to smoke, trying his best to not meet my gaze.

"Are you kidding me? I'm doing all I motherfucking can to just make it through the next couple of weeks. She's going to think this was me."

"Aww, the poor Boss is afraid of his big, pregnant wife?" He laughed, throwing his cigar on the ground.

"Says the man who probably tried to talk his wife out of this and failed. And I'll let her know you called her big." As if he could stand up to his wife either. We were both fucked, and the moment I got the chance, I was throwing him under the bus.

"Your package is here." He nodded towards the van driving through the small creek towards us.

Peering up at the bridge, I spotted the guns waiting as the older van pulled up right in front of us. I hated dealing with human traffickers; they sickened me. The shit we did was of each person's own free will. We didn't hold the needle to their veins or the powder to their noses. It was all on their own accord. Traffickers were sick and they deserved everything that was coming to them, but they still knew how to get a body. And I needed this kid.

The four men pulled the small cute boy out of the truck. Both his hands were bound, a blindfold over his eyes. The poor kid must have stood at my hip. He fought and struggled against the men, with tears rolling down his face. They held onto the collar of his torn, filth covered shirt.

"I told you he was not to be harmed and that he was to be informed of where you were taking him," I said.

"He alive, ain't he? Lucky too 'cause we got another offer for him. It's gonna cost you another ten. Or we'll take him and walk."

Why people chose to test my patience was beyond me. It was like they wanted me to repeatedly prove I was willing to beat the shit out of them. My father glanced at me with a sickening grin on his face that could have only been matched by mine. I nodded and he knew what this meant.

"Let the boy go and you get the money we settled on, along with your arms," I said.

They smiled at each other before grabbing the boy again.

"No! No! Please. Let me go!" The boy cried, trying to fight.

Sighing, I pulled at the stacks in my jacket and threw it at one of their chests.

"That's the half I owe you," I told them before throwing another ten towards him. "And that's the ten. Now hand over my package."