Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 9

Lisa

I loved my ass, really. And I would never forgive Seulgi for putting a hole in it. Right now, she was threatening to prettily decorate my ass with another hole, and that was all kinds of fuck no.

“Can you stop with the ass shooting, for fuck’s sake?” I growled, turning around to face the intruder.

She was standing in the middle of the room now, her arms crossed over her wide chest. Seulgi had ditched the suit jacket, with the sleeves of her black dress shirt rolled up to her elbows. She looked fucking intimidating, standing there glowering at me. Anyone would piss their pants.

I was just damn irritated.

Seulgi’s lips were pressed into a thin line, and her head cocked to the side the slightest bit. I knew she was staring at Irene from behind my back. Irene's exasperated sigh could be heard, and she walked from around me.

“Seulgi. Play nice,” she admonished. Her hands were now on her full hips, and she tapped her left foot impatiently.

“I am playing nice. If I wasn’t, Lisa would have known,” she shot back before sending a glare my way.

“Oh. Piss off, fucker.” She raised an eyebrow when I snapped, although she didn’t look one bit surprised.

She was the Boss. The King. Nobody spoke to her rudely or with disrespect. People cowered at her feet. They wouldn’t even dare look into her face, into the eyes of death.

But I was a whole different fucking story.

And I also enjoyed pissing Kang Seulgi off. Favorite pastime.

“Angel, Lisa and I have a lot to discuss…” she started, but Irene was already gesturing for us to walk away.

Moving closer to her, I took her face in my hands, and then I placed a kiss on her forehead. “Soon, baby girl. Just bear with it for a few more weeks.”

Irene stared at me intensely for a second, as if she were reading me—really seeing the depth of my soul—before she nodded and gave me a sad smile.

I followed Seulgi out of the room, and we walked side by side downstairs. We were both silent. There were many things to say, many things to discuss, yet we both dwelled in silence. Waiting.

I wasn’t exactly sure what we were waiting for, though.

Maybe Seulgi and I had been fighting side by side for so long, on the same team, that we didn’t have to speak to say what was on our minds.

In the Bratva, as Seulgi’s second in command, we were clones of each other. We thought the same. We fought the same. We bled and breathed the same.

Seulgi led us outside, and we got in the car. Finally, when the door closed and the car started moving, leaving the estate behind, I spoke.

“Where are we going?”

Seulgi rubbed a hand over her face, tiredly. “Red Night.”

Red Night, one of a dozen of clubs we owned. This one, Seulgi visited more frequently than the others. It was closer to home, easy to manage. She even had a fancy office there where our business associates met up with her to discuss our deals and contracts.

To the outside world, it was just a regular strip club. People come for a drink, get wasted, watch some young girls dance. Fresh, tight pussies waving at you like a red flag.

Mingling with the regular customers, we had the wealthy ones. The upper class—the bluebloods, the ones who were only allowed on the top floor. The corrupted. The very same who liked to play games in the black market.