N0 B0DY, N0 CRIM3 | Bang Chan

Double crossed

A knock at the door cut off Hyunjin and Kiera's conversation. Kiera glanced up and watched Marvin Wilson enter the room. He stood tall with a black baggy long sleeve shirt and a pair of denim jeans. Relief filled his body as his eyes met Kiera Campbell's. What he wasn't expecting was the anger that lay behind them. 

"Take a seat," Chan gestured towards the chair sitting in front of the desk. Marvin nodded and sat in it. His eyes darted between Hyunjin and Kiera. 

"So you blew up my art gallery, I hope you're proud of yourself." Hyunjin folded his hands together and placed them on the desk. 

"I wouldn't have had to do that if you told me the truth about Kiera." 

"The truth is that s-"

"No," Marvin's stern tone cut Hyunjin off. "I want to hear it from Kiera herself. Don't talk for her, let her do it. Kiera, what is going on? You have everyone panicking and freaking out." 

"I left the white house," she shrugged, "big whoop." 

"You were kidna-" 

She shook her head, "I went willingly. I met up with Hyunjin in the alleyway and we took off together. He brought me back here to Chicago and we've been here since then. I'm not sure who started the whole kidnapping story, but it was wrong." 

Marvin frowned, "why didn't you tell your dad?" 

"Tell my father what exactly? I'm with someone that my father never approved of. You don't understand what it's like to be his daughter and you never will. You didn't have to blow up the Bella-Nova." 

"I needed to find out where you were." 

"Why? I don't know you! The two of us have barely interacted! I didn't know you existed until I got into the white house. Why is my existence such a big deal to you? It doesn't matter what I'm doing, I'm twenty-two years old!" 

"Kiera, I'm in charge of your whole family's security and well-being. Your mom was assassinated and that was on me. I should have handled things better. Your dad has been a mess since you've been missing. The guilt for your disappearance has been eating me alive. I received photos of your corpse and yet here you are alive. What's going on and why are you working with Stray Kids?" 

Chan and Hyunjin exchanged a look, but Marvin wasn't paying attention. "Just tell me what's going on with you right now. Help me understand what's happening with you." 

"I'm tired of the spotlight and I'm dating Hyunjin. What more do you want from me?" 

"Why are you dating Hwang Hyunjin when you want to be away from the spotlight? More than half the population knows who he is and if they don't know him, they know his parents. It's only a matter of time before someone realizes it and you're back in the spotlight again." 

"I l-love," Kiera's voice cracked, "him." 

"Don't lie to me!" Marvin snapped. 

Kiera flinched as his hand hit the desk. Chan's eyes narrowed behind Marvin and Hyunjin shifted in his seat. "Yell at my girlfriend one more time and I'll tell the cops you bombed my art gallery." 

"Tell the cops I bombed your gallery and I tell them you know the truth about Kiera Campbell." Marvin glared at Hyunjin and took his attention back to Kiera. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes. "Can I have a few words with Kiera, alone?" 

Hyunjin glanced up at Chan and Chan nodded. Hyunjin stood up from his chair. "Fine. You get five minutes to talk to her and then we're coming back." 

Kiera's anxiety increased when the two men left. She bit down on the inside of her cheek and stared at Marvin. Marvin rubbed the sides of his temples. "So let me get this straight, you left the white house to get with Hyunjin, you've been in Chicago this whole time, and you now work with Stray Kids?" 

"Pretty much, yeah." 

"Why are you working with Stray Kids when you know how much trouble they cause? I saw that video you made where you talked about them being innocent. I don't think you realize how much trouble you could get into by working with them. They're breaking the law, Kiera. They're wanted criminals and if you work with them, you'll be a criminal by association. Do you understand how much this would backfire on your father?" 

Anger swept through Kiera and her hands balled into fists. "I don't give a shit about my father! Did you know that he hired a hit-man to take out my mother? Don't you get it? My father wants me dead!" 

"Kiera, are you really hearing yourself?" Marvin's voice lowered as he leaned forward. "Your father loves you and he ju-" 

"My father can go fuck himself! He wants me dead! He's never cared about me in my entire twenty-two years of living! Stray Kids hasn't done anything wrong, but expose the truth!" 

Marvin shook his head, "I was afraid it'd come to this. You're being manipulated by them. They've gotten into your head and screwed up the truth. Kiera, your father has been pacing the white house damn near hysterics every evening since you went missing." 

"Well, I guess he's doing a good fucking job with manipulating everyone, including you!" 

Marvin chuckled, "I'm not the one that's being manipulated here. Let's get you back to the white house and we can get this cleared up." 

"I'm not going back to the white house and I'm not going anywhere with you." 

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. It is my duty to protect you and you will be going back to the white house either on your own accord or by force. If you don't want to go by yourself, I'll happily contact the local police force to escort you there." 

"I'm not going and you can't make me!" 

"Please don't make this difficult. Let's just clear up the mess you've made and everything can go back to normal. We can have you seen by a psychiatrist and a doctor." Marvin kept his calm composure. "We can get you started on some medicine. You can go back to your college classes and your volunteering. Willie said that those are some of your favorite things." 

"Oh my god," Kiera mumbled. She shoved her head into her hands. "You're just like him. He's made you into his puppet." 

"What was that?" 

Kiera ripped her hands away from her face. "I'm not going back. Not now and not ever." 

"Kiera, please..." She shook her head. Marvin bent down and reached into his pocket. "I didn't want to do this, but you've left me no choice." 

The sight of a syringe caused Kiera to shove herself away from the table, but Marvin was quick. His hand jutted out and clutched the front of her maroon t-shirt. The needle plunged into the side of her neck. She jerked herself out of his grip, tripped over the leg of the chair, and hit the ground. The door to the interrogation room burst open. 

A gun fired, someone screamed, and the world stopped spinning on its axis.