Born To Bleed - KTH FF (BOOK III)

-TWENTY EIGHT-

I didn't even ask before turning to Shea.

"St—Stop. Please stop," he finally said, as he looked to his mistress. "I love her. I love her."

"Your mistress?" I asked calmly.

"Yes!" he cried.

Before I could blink, a bullet struck his mistress between her eyes. Turning to Y/N, I watched as she placed her gun down.

"Well that was a plot twist," I said to her.

"I hate home wreckers." She shrugged as she glanced at Sijun's wife who sat in shock. "You're welcome," she added.

"AH!" Sijun screamed as he fought against the chair. "You no good fucking liar! Damn you to hell! You sick fucking bastards!"

"Wow, he really loved her," I said, wishing that I'd tortured her more.

"He's disgusting," Y/N muttered. "I don't have to tell you what will happen if you ever think—"

"I know," I snickered, as I dropped the knife to ground.

I pulled out my own gun and shot his wife in the heart, finishing the heartbreak that he had caused. That woke him up and he began to fight against his restraints, trying in vain to reach her as she bled out beside him. Her blood gushed out, sending a hot spray of it into his face. Fortunately for me, I remained a safe enough distance away to avoid any splash back, and I simply watched as she died.

"You know, I always saw this ending," I told him calmly as he wept. Picking up my brass knuckles, I pulled my fist back before I slammed it into his face.

"In fact, I warned you," I sighed when I heard the sickening pop of his nose.

"You came after my family." The brass of my knuckles connected with his teeth and he coughed as they undoubtedly lodged themselves into his throat.

I held his blood-soaked face, looking to see if there were any bones that I hadn't yet broken...there was.

"You had me sent to jail," I sighed again, as I wiped his blood off my hands and onto his shirt. Pulling back once more, I struck and felt his jaw crack from the sheer force of my blow. "But it's alright, because I'm over it...now." Looking him over as though he was a fine painting, Y/N walked forward before she poured gasoline over the bodies.

He coughed up a few teeth as he choked for breath.

"Any last words, Officer?" I asked him.

All he could do was struggle to breathe.

"I guess not. Funny since you had so much to say on the stand." It didn't matter, he was done. He was just the first of many who had to pay the price.

I exited the room because I hated the smell of gasoline. Neither Y/N nor I said anything as we walked back to visit Rowoon and the idiots who were still cutting useless product. Suho, Jimin, and now Jihan, stood at the exits with their guns clearly visible.

"It seems as though our business is done here," I stated as I walked back towards the exit that led down to the grand staircase.