Heartless People |Book 1|

Chapter 8

EIGHT

"The facts of a person's life will,

Like murder, come out."

~ Norman Sherry

LISA

"Your fiancée is . . ." Bambam stopped talking, taking her in through the window as she laughed and danced with the children. A part of me wanted to run over there and save their lives. The beautiful woman with the kind smile, laugh and blushing face was just an illusion. They were dancing with a fucking lion, a snake in the grass.

"She is a master of fucking disguise," I hissed angrily. I would have enjoyed watching her dance and smile and sing off-key if I hadn't known better. If there wasn't a bullet hole in my fucking thigh, I would have been tempted to think myself lucky.

The woman before us now was the woman I was expecting, the one I wanted, and it pissed me off to no end, because she didn't exist. This party was supposed to make her uncomfortable, but she was playing every last one of our family like fools.

"She has them all eating right out of her hands. She's a master," Bambam said looking at her in wonder and awe.

"Bambam, I will shoot you in front of Mina and then give her the gun to shoot you again if you don't stop staring at my fiancée like she is the fucking Virgin Mary." I knocked back the brandy in my hand. I hated her for this. For, once again, making me realize she could play this game, the game of murder and lies, like a motherfucking pro.

"Don't take your anger out on me. You're the one who fucked it up. If you had just—"

"Shut the fuck up Bambam, or I swear to God!" I gripped the glass in my hand so damn tight, it almost broke. "Go do your bloody job. I want that plane in ashes in three minutes."

He didn't say anything more, but left to meet with Nickhun along with the rest of our men while I watched my soon-to-be wife walk on fucking water.

The moment we had stepped out of the car, she had transformed into this delicate little bird. The Jennie I met the day before, and the Jen she announced herself as to my mother, were two very different women. But she drew them in like moths to a flame. She was so fucking beautiful and nonthreatening when she met everyone, that for a split second I forgot.

Had she been this way when I first met her, I would have dazzled and charmed her while we were making love on my bed. I would have taken pleasure in making her whole body blush, keeping her safely tucked away.

If only my life was that fucking easy.

"Ma'am, we're ready," one of my men, Jeon Jungkook, called from behind me. Jungkook wasn't family, but pretty damn close. He was one of the few of my men with more than half a brain, and full loyalty. The rest were in this out of fear, or for the money.

Nodding, I walked through the door that lead to the secret office my father had built into the walls to make sure no one would "accidentally" find it. The room was filled with monitors and maps, all focused on where the inbound airplane would be.

"Are you sure you want to do this Lisa?" my father asked as he stared at the dot indicating the plane's current position. It would be crossing into American waters soon.

"It's fucking brilliant," Nickhun said, waiting excitedly. "The Valero will never see it coming."

"I wish I could see Vance's fucking face man." Bambam grinned. "This is going to set him back a fortune."

Jungkook nodded. "You should send him a wedding invite, just to sweeten the pot, mate."

They were all right, and yet my father still did not seem to approve. Well, fuck him then. Vance Valero had no idea anyone knew about his secret plane, and still allowed a few unlucky everyday folks board it. He must have figured no one would be ruthless enough to kill a few innocents to get to his men onboard. After today, though, it going to cause him regret. Not only would he lose men, but he would also lose half a million dollars in cocaine and heroin. That would be a bitch.