Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 11

Lisa

You'd think after Seulgi had watched Hoseok suffer and writhe in agony, she would now be satisfied. But Death was far from satisfied.

She was itching for more. Her thirst for vengeance could not be subdued. It reminded me of a time when Kang Seulgi had annihilated a whole family. It had been fun to watch as Suho took his last breath.

The Abandonatos were not the only Italians that were part of the underground business, the world of the Mafia. Suho had only been a small branch. There were more families, two more bosses. But Seulgi made her message clear when she had butchered Suho.

Stay the fuck away from my family.

Nobody came forward to avenge the Abandonato. I chose to think it was because Suho had been an asshole and had alienated himself from his own people. His thirst for power had driven the others away, creating a wedge and making him the enemy between his own blood.

I liked to believe we did the others a favor by ending that bastard.

One asshole dead. A few more to go.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Seulgi walk up the stairs. Her face was impassive and so cold. Her jaw was steeled, and I noticed the muscles tick. There was a smudge of blood there. She must have missed it after wiping some of Hoseok's blood away which had splattered on her.

Seulgi's silence sometimes was alarming. Like the rest of us, his thoughts were too dark to speak out loud. She was always planning in silence, so right now, I knew there was something on her mind.

That reminded me of the look she gave me when we were at Red Night. When I didn't let the girl touch me, Seulgi had raised an eyebrow. She hadn't seemed overly surprised. Her look...she was almost mocking me in a way.

Like she was sharing a secret, an inside joke with herself.

She had given me the same look when she attended the party where I had danced with Jennie. Her face had been impassive, hard and steeled. But her eyes, fuck...they held the darkest secrets.

Kang Seulgi was not a woman to be trusted. As much as she liked to look into your eyes as your life faded away, she was also the type of woman who wouldn't shy away from striking you in the back if she had the opportunity. For the first time, I started wondering if I could really trust her.

Or maybe...I was just another pawn?

I spared her another glance as we made our way to the office. Jisoo had long left us, and we were now alone. I refused to believe that Seulgi would play games with me. We both had been through too much together, as sisters, for me to be just another puppet to her.

Lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realized that we were already in her office. Not until Seulgi finally spoke. "Are you going to sit?"

I blinked, looking at Seulgi as she sat behind her huge desk. She threw her legs on it, crossed her ankles, and settled back. She rubbed the back of her neck, as if she were trying to massage the tensed muscles. Seulgi jerked at her tie agitatedly while nodding at the chair beside me.

I took a set and reached for the bottle of Cutty Sark Scotch she always had on her coffee table. I filled myself a glass, and when I offered it to Seulgi, she only shook her head. Shrugging, I chugged down half the glass.

"I don't drink when I'm living in Jiyong's estate. Only on very rare occasions," I offered when Seulgi kept staring at me. "Always have to be on high alert. Can't trust that fucker one bit."

I raised my glass to her. "Let me drink and stop giving me that judgmental look. I'm not going to get drunk from just a couple of drinks."

I could handle my liquor and she damn well knew that.