Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

chapter 21

LIsa

Hate.

Hate was a strong word.

And hate was exactly what I’d been living on. I’d been surviving on one emotion only: hate. Pure loathing.

I continued this fucked-up game while hating the man who started it.

I continued to play by Jiyong's rules…knowing I’d be the one to end it.

“I think this is a bad idea. Last night—”

“Your opinion is not needed,” I repeated once again.

“Lisa—”

I cut Bogum off before he could continue. “Do as you’re told and we won’t have a fucking problem.”

I heard his jaw snap shut, and from my position in the backseat, I watched as he glared at the darkened streets. “Is that understood?” I snarled, kicking the back of his seat.

Anger filled my chest. Rage clouded my thoughts. Fury bled through my veins.

Bogum hissed from under his breath, and I fought the urge to pummel my own man to the ground. He was a friend.

Though right now…my mind viewed everyone with hatred. An enemy.

Except her.

My Jennie.

Thinking of her was both a balm to my soul and a torture to my heart. My fists clenched and I felt my knuckles starting to ache.

“Understood, ma'am.”

I stayed silent as he stepped out of the car, and I waited for a second before he opened my own door. My skin pricked with a dangerous need to fight. To maim. To watch blood spill. To rid me of the throbbing adrenaline coursing in my body.

And that was exactly what I was about to do.

Bogum was against it. But fuck him.

He didn’t understand.

Nobody understood me.

The pain. The anger. The hatred. The hostile need to fight someone, to watch them bleed by my own bare hands before I could hurt those I cared about.

The self-inflicted pain in my chest every time I breathed knowing I had somewhat failed the woman I loved.

He didn’t understand why I needed to do this.

So his opinions didn’t matter.

He could shut the fuck up and follow me like the puppet he was.

Bogum was a friend. But I was also the fucking Alpha.

Stepping out of the car, I walked past him. He silently followed behind me. Close enough I could feel the heat of his body, but far enough to avoid walking ahead of me by even a step.

Right now, we weren’t brother and sister.

Right now, he was my soldier and he’d do my bidding.

The deeper I walked into the dark alley, the closer I got to my destination. I felt it call my name, felt it down to my bones. The air was cold and musky. It also smelled like garbage and shit. The long alley was so dark we could barely see anything, but I knew my way around.

One after another, I continued to step forward.

Beat. Thump. Beat. Thump.

When I was close enough to hear the roars and the loud cheering coming at the end of the alley, I blew out a loud shuddering breath.