Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 29

Lisa

Jiyong's death tasted sweet on my tongue, and it soothed my enraged soul. I wanted to stay and watch his body burn into ashes. I wanted to see the end of him. Another exploding sound resonated through the walls of the estate, and I knew time was running out.

I backtracked, taking two steps away from the corpse in front of me. He’d never be able to hurt my Jennie again. I have avenged my woman in the only way I knew how.

Deep inside, I wished Jennie could see what I’d done to Manoban. She’d see his body burning, and maybe that would give her peace. But there was no way I’d put her in the path of danger.

“Lisa, we need to go.” Bogum’s urgent voice broke through my thoughts.

I nodded, giving Jiyong's flaming body a final glance. “Let’s go. I need to get the girls.”

They were probably worried and scared shitless. I should have told them what to expect, but I didn’t want to take any risk. It was easier leaving them in the dark till the end.

“I have your back,” Bogum said reverently.

I clapped his shoulders in gratitude without actually saying the words. I knew he had my back, and he knew I was fucking thankful for it. None of this would have been possible if I didn’t have Bogum walking side by side with me.

We left Jiyong's body behind and descended into chaos as soon as we stepped foot out of the room. People screaming—the smell of engulfing flame and burning flesh—loud gunshots.

The passage for us was clear until we turned toward the left wing of the mansion. Ah fuck.

I was going to enjoy this a bit too much.

Jiyong's men came toward us with a frenzy. Bogum and I were in sync as we took them down. I guessed they figured it out—all along, the real enemy was me.

Blood was spilled and bodies lay lifelessly on the ground, piling up as more men came toward Bogum and me.

Chaos and then dead silence.

We stood in the middle of a bloody path, and I walked over the dead bodies. From the corner of my eye, I saw another man coming my way, alone and with no other back-up. He must be suicidal. Bogum got him before he came even a few feet close to me.

His punch sent the man sprawling down on the ground and he pressed his blade into the dirty bastard’s neck. “Don’t kill him.” Yet.

I stalked closer, the need to spill blood still running high through my veins. Bogum released a mocking chuckle when the man started to struggle.

His eyes widened when I stopped in front of him. His split, bleeding lips parted and he started to beg for his life. Was I an asshole for laughing? Yes, I was.

Did I care? Definitely not.

I loved it when they’d begged. I loved watching their life fade away from their eyes, knowing I had the power to play God. Life or death. I held their fate in my hands.

The man tried to pry himself free from Bogum's grasp. But you couldn’t really escape the devil’s grasp now, could you?

Once you’d been marked and targeted, your survival clock started moving.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Bogum gripped the bastard’s neck, holding him still for me. My lips quirked up, watching this person shake and beg for mercy. Except I had none to give.

Call me the Angel of Death. I only come when I am bringing your demise with me.

There was no time for penance and salvation. Destruction bled red, and I’d always barged in with chaos at my heels.