Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 30

Lisa

I burst into Jennie's room, only to stop dead at the sight in front of me. Motherfucker.

The room was trashed, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.

Luka. Jiyong’s most trusted man. I might have been the second in command, but Luka had always been Jiyong’s right hand.

Fucking Luka had my Jennie.

She struggled against his grasp, the fear on her face equivalent to a stab wound in my chest. The side of her face appeared to be bruising already, and blood seeped from the wound on the side of her head. A painful whimper escaped past her throat, and I could feel the murderous fury burning inside of me. I was high and bursting with adrenaline, my thirst to watch my enemies bleed to dead still not quenched.

Luka had a hand over her mouth, stifling her cries. He kept his knife at the base of her throat. I could see the welts of blood forming on her porcelain skin where the sharp blade rested.

“What did you do to Jiyong?” he hissed.

“You are too late, Luka,” I drawled, watching his every movement like a goddamn hawk.

The situation was tricky, and I wasn’t going to risk hurting Jennie.

“Where is he?” Luka roared. The blade pressed harder into her skin, and Jennie's eyes widened further. “Fuck with me and she is dead. Trust me, it would cost me nothing to kill her. She is disposable, and I’ll dispose of her fucking body right in front of your eyes. I’m going to ask you one more time, where the fuck is Jiyong?”

“Dead.”

Luka seemed shocked for a second, so I taunted him some more. “His body is currently burning to ashes right now.”

He realized I was a traitor. He already gathered that I tortured Jiyong.

But he probably never thought I’d kill Manoban.

I took his momentary surprise as my chance. I advanced forward, but my myshka was a fighter.

She was smaller and quicker. Jennie took advantage of Luka’s shock and twisted from his arm. She brought her leg up and then slammed her feet over his, knocking him off balance. The knife fell from Luka’s grasp and into Jennie's. The fear of death and the unknown had her reacting without a thought.

I stayed rooted to where I was and watched my woman drive the thick blade into Luka’s neck. She stumbled away and into my arms. Her tiny body was trembling, and I held her to me.

Luka gurgled, blood pouring from his mouth. I walked forward and gripped the handle of the knife and dragged it out from his flesh. His mouth fell open with a silent scream. Blood sprayed out, and then I drove the knife back in, hitting his main artery.

One swift movement. He slumped to the ground, his body convulsing. One breath. Two heartbeats.

Dead. Fucking. Man.

I felt Jennie's cold hand in mine, and I laced our fingers together. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed Nayeon cowering in the corner of the room. She cradled her arm to her chest.

“I think it might be fractured. I heard the crack when he threw me against the wall,” she whispered.

“We don’t have time to fix it. Can you run, Nayeon?” I asked quickly. She appeared a bit disoriented. When Luka threw her into the wall, she must have hit her head.

The noises grew louder in the estate, and I knew the fire was spreading fast. It was already chaos, and we only had a few minutes left to make our escape.