Heartless People |Book 1|

Chapter 2

TWO

"Even in killing men,

Observe the rules of propriety."

~ Confucius

JENNIE

"Ms. Kim, we will be landing in h-half an h-hour," the flight attendant stammered.

Nodding, I simply raised my glass, but the moron was so scared, he couldn't even pour the wine right. I narrowed my eyes at the red stains on my new white Chanel jacket before glaring at him. I snatched the bottle from his damn hands.

"I'm so—"

"Don't say sorry," I said in a low hiss. "You aren't even on the threshold of sorry yet."

His eyes widened before taking a step back and backing straight into Hanbin, who already had a gun pointed at the back of his skull.

"All we really need is the pilot, ma'am," Hanbin said simply.

Stripping off my jacket, I stared at the moron at the end of the nine-millimeter. He was young, only a few years older than I was. What would make him take the job as a steward on my jet? A better question would be, who cleared him to be a steward on my fucking jet? Things spoken in here were more sensitive than the damn Watergate tapes.

"Hanbin, how did this fool get on my plane?" I asked, only mildly interested as Chanyeol handed me another file.

"His sister racked up quite a large debt. I do believe he is trying to pay it off," he said, waiting for me to give the go-ahead. He was so trigger-happy sometimes.

"Is that why you're here? Your sister is a crack whore?"

He frowned, swallowing the lump in his throat before speaking again. "Crystal meth."

It's too early in the morning for blood. I shook my head at Hanbin. He sulked for a moment but did what he was told and lowered his GLOCK.

"If you want to pay off your sister's debt, it would be wise for you to stay alive and not spill my Romanée-Conti, or ruin nine-hundred-dollar jackets," I told him before turning back to the file in front of me.

"Yes, M-M-Miss K-Kim. It will n-never happen a-again." His voice sounded like a dying dog's. I almost pitied his sister. Was he all she had coming to her aid?

"Count yourself blessed Nelson Reed, 997-00-4279, 1705 Blue Ridge Road," Hanbin said, making sure the moron was aware that we not only knew his name, but his social security number and address. Just because we didn't kill him today didn't mean we could not destroy his life tomorrow.

Hanbin sighed before taking a seat in front of me. "It was a nice jacket. You should have let me kill him."

"My father wasn't pleased with the bloodstains I left in the last jet." I smirked, lifting the picture of my future wife.

Wife. I cringed at the word.

I wouldn't deny she was attractive—highly attractive, in fact. But I would need more than brown eyes, dark brown sex hair, and a charming smile. She wasn't very muscular either, but she looked fast and strong.

"Her full name is Lisa Manoban, age twenty-seven. She graduated high school at fifteen, Dartmouth at twenty," Hanbin said, sorting through the photos.

"Let me guess, top of her class?" I added, waiting for him to pour more wine in my glass.

Hanbin did so before nodding. "But of course, nothing less than perfection for the Thai mutt. That doesn't only apply to the schools, but also their fancy half-a-million-dollar suits, luxury cars, vacations houses, parties, and whores."