Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 28

Lisa

"What...what do you mean?" Jiyong gurgled, his voice laced with pain.

I liked that. How weak he looked and sounded, it sung to the deepest part of me, a balm to my soul.

I tsked darkly as I walked around his limp, hanging body. Jiyong turned his head, watching me circling him. He kept his wide eyes on me. I could see the fear in his gaze, no matter how fucking hard he tried to hide it.

"You were behind it, weren't you? The attack on the Kang, the same one that killed Maria all these years ago."

Jiyong swallowed nervously, betraying the truth he wanted to keep hidden.

Secrets couldn't be secrets if more than one person knew them, right?

Manoban fucked up.

I stopped in front of him again. Bringing the knife to his left cheek, I pressed the cool blade into his clammy skin. "It was your master plan all along. Alfredo Abandonato was only your little puppet. You used him to achieve what you wanted," I deadpanned.

His body trembled and he let out a pained hiss when I dug the knife into his flesh. Blood oozed from the cut as I dragged the blade downward, making a similar cut to match the one on his opposite cheek.

The cuts weren't too deep. They were just enough to leave a stinging burn behind. But the sharp blade was effective for the long run. It wouldn't hurt at first, but the after effect was much, much worst.

I stepped back from Jiyong and grabbed the bottle of whiskey beside me. Slowly, with leisured movement, I uncapped the bottle and took a large gulp straight from it.

Jiyong watched me suspiciously. "What...do you... want from me?"

My calmness was making him edgy, and he must be feeling out of control.

Maybe he could sense it...the calm before the storm. I was the eye of the tornado. Calm and steady, taunting my victim with a fake sense of mercy. Except I always left chaos in my wake.

With the whiskey bottle still in my hand, I walked closer to where Jiyong was. His jaw clenched and his body tightened, as if to prepare himself for whatever pain was coming.

My lips twitched and a cold grin spread across my face. This bastard didn't even know what was coming for him.

I raised my arm high and tilted the bottle above his head, watching as the remaining whiskey poured over him. Jiyong's body stilled before he let out a howl as liquid drizzled down his face and into twin cuts I made on his cheeks.

Yeah, that must have hurt like a motherfucker.

Alcohol and open wounds? Those two didn't go well together. Literally and figuratively.

His body twitched with aftershocks, and his lips trembled as he choked out his mean words. "You...fucking...little shit..."

Yeah, I had to give it to him, he had strong willpower. Too bad for Manoban, I enjoyed breaking men like him.

I moved closer until my lips were next to his ear. "Why did you do it?"

"Do...what?"

"Why did you have Maria killed?"

Our gazes met and he let out a dry laugh. "You tell me."

"The Manoban family is the second largest Thai cartel group. You thought killing Maria would cripple Chanwoo and his empire. Then you'd swoop in and claim the title of the Pakhan."

His head lolled limply to the side and he stared at me with tired, sunken eyes. "He stole her from me...she was mine. I saw her first...I wanted...vengeance."