Born To Bleed - KTH FF (BOOK III)

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I felt as if she were challenging me, and just waiting for me to hand him over. But instead, I lifted my head and allowed a few drops to fall onto my tongue. Eunwoo hit my face as if to berate me, but I had to check. Placing the bottle into his mouth, I smiled as he relaxed and settled back.

"And to think, you once told me you didn't know how to be a mother," Evelyn said with a grin as she returned to stirring her magical pot of meat like a witch over a cauldron.

"I still don't. I'm just taking a page out of Tae's book and making up the rules as I go."

"Really, what rules?"

"Personal Y/N rule number one: always feed Eunwoo when he's hungry or pay the ear-curdling consequences," I replied, as I leaned against the sink.

"Good rule." She laughed. "You've grown so much, Y/N, you're basically a different person."

"That doesn't sound good. I liked who I was."

Pausing, she turned to me, her wooden spoon still in hand.

"You liked the loneliness? The bitter ang—"

"Watch it, Evelyn, I haven't changed that much, and baby or no, I can still do damage."

"Good to know. Now prove it and kill Jisoo," she said bluntly, with unfamiliar severity.

Shifting Eunwoo 's weight, I stood up straighter. "Evelyn, I don't answer to you. I don't need to explain why I do things, or why I don't. Taehyung and I run this family."

"I understand that, and truthfully, I've more than enjoyed having my husband back to normal. We've gotten to do everything I've always wanted to, but couldn't before."

There was that word again, normal. When would people learn that there was no such thing as normal?

"But with that being said," her jaw tightened. "There is an unwritten law, a code, we all live by. It has kept this family as strong as it is because we never make exceptions. When you stand against us, you will be removed. When you betray us and endanger our lives, you die. I want her dead, not in the basement getting Channel dresses for events. I want my son free of any attachment to her, and I sure as hell do not want her filthy body buried in our family plot. She didn't want to be a part of this family, so let her rot in a fucking alleyway for all I care."

It seemed that Mama Kim was out and ready to attack, wooden spoon and all.

"Anything else?" I asked since it seemed like I was taking fucking orders now.

"Yes. Are Taehyung and Jin going to be back soon? I'm making their favorite—Lamb Stew and Soda bread, Japchae, Bulgogi, Samgyeopsal and Jajangmyeon. I can teach you if you like," she said, as she once more turned back to her pot.

I looked to Eunwoo who was happily sucking away on the teat of his bottle, and then back to her. This was all too much for me. Without answering her, I walked away from the kitchen.