Born To Bleed - KTH FF (BOOK III)

-FORTY NINE-

"Tae," she said gently, and I wanted to laugh, but instead I smirked at her, as I sat against the wall next to the window.

"Don't go all 'sweet wife' on me now. Go on, I can take it," I said.

Her eyebrow twitched. "I'm working on trying to be kinder to you, but you're a pain in my motherfucking ass sometimes, Kim. Why in the goddamn hell is it so hard for you to sit down, shut up and just—"

"There's my love. I thought you had drowned in a vat of rainbows and pixie dust."

The look on her face as well as the fact that her hand was now twitching towards her gun made me smile. As if I didn't already have enough bullet scars from her.

"Do you enjoy pissing me off?"

"In the beginning, your mood swings drove me crazy, now I find them kind of hot."

That did it; she drew her gun and pointed it at my head.

I grinned. "Put that away before you hurt yourself, love."

Her hands clenched into fists and I waited for it, but she stopped, pulled her gun back, and shook her head at me.

"You son of a bitch. You're trying to entertain yourself because you're bored. If we fight, you'll end up fucking me on the floor."

"I'm definitely not that desperate," I lied and she knew it.

She sighed loudly. "He's been watching us for years Taehyung. He knows when we sleep, when we eat, he's watched us fight and only God knows what else. The man has basically been living with us and we were blind to it. Yes, I know this is not your forte, and if you want, I can do this part alone. But when I said I was done with this motherfucker, I meant it. I'm going to be better at his game. He got into my head, but I'm going to get into his very soul. I want to know what he does and when he does it, even if that means I'm out here every night. I'm going to be his fucking shadow. He doesn't get the right to sleep soundly at night. He fucked with our family and I'm going to fuck with his legacy, with his life."

She looked back into the scope and watched him again. Rising, I looked out the window, staring at the man who was once again smoking a cigar. The smoke came out of his mouth in rings. He looked deep in thought, and perhaps this was how he came up with all his fucked up ideas of how to kill us. An agent stood right in front of Doeun on the balcony, watching the surroundings from all angles while sporting a bulletproof vest.

I wonder if they know what type of man they're protecting.

At least with our men, they knew who we are and what we did. Ivan was a different type of monster.

"Kill the agent," I demanded.

"He'll know—"

"I want him to know. I want him to feel us closing in on him. Kill the agent."