Lookism: What Am I Even Doing?

Chapter Eighteen

Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes.

To be honest I'm not even sure I would last ten minutes. Maybe I had too much confidence in myself. I walked through the rain, not carrying about the extra weight dragging along with my body. Viola was waiting for me a few blocks back where we were hiding from Vasco and Jace. Hopefully she'll listen to me this once.

I don't want her to get caught up in something she shouldn't. Jake Kim. The youngest leader of Big Deal, one of the biggest clubs in Seoul. I'm pretty sure that's what Jace would've told him but I was too impatient for introductions. My heart wouldn't stop racing. I let out a haggard breath. Finally.

Still, no matter how impatient I was, it would be stupid of me to come attacking without reason. Jake Kim wasn't a bad guy. He was only desperate to hold what title had been given to him by a man he highly respected. It would be foolish to make him an enemy. Especially when I don't have a club of my own protecting my back.

"Who are you?"

"A friend of Jiho's. I came for his money."

Jake Kim took a few steps forward. His men that were bowing just seconds ago were know watching the scene carefully. They were waiting for their orders. I know them though, would they really be willing to attack a girl? Probably not but if they're ordered to remove me, they'll do it.

He was a tall man with a long narrow face and broad shoulders. His eyebrows arched naturally in almost a judgmental way but the rest of his face remained calm. A man does not make 'friends' if he does not know how to keep his composure.

"I'm sorry but I have no idea what you're talking about. If you excuse me I have business elsewhere."

Don't you dare turn around from me you arrogant asshole. I'm right here so fight me. I grabbed a small pebble from the ground and tossed it. It hit the back of his head then fell to the ground with a light clud. That's right. Look at me. Acknowledge me as a fighter, not a woman.

"I hate being ignored so give me that damn money."

My heartbeat thrummed loudly in my ears as he turned around to look at me, "Why are you after me for his money? He's the one who gambled. Plus my boss is the one who should give him the money."

Thrum.

"Then tell me where he is."

Thrum.

"No thanks. Arrogant kid."

What would Vasco do in this moment? I peeled off my sweater and raised my arms at either side of my head. My elbows out, head tucked in, eyes set.

"You bastards are all alike. If you don't tell...its your funeral."

He smirked at me, "I'm sorry but I was taught not to hurt woman."

No. He was leaving again. Before I knew it my bloodlust took over. My feet smacked against the wet gravel and for a moment I was weightless in the air as I aimed a kick right down his head. His eyes widened from the reflection of a nearby window. He lowered his body just in time for him to dodge my attack.

I landed on the ground not to far from him. I stood up, refusing to leave his eyes. Something was wrong with me. Despite the cold rain I was burning up inside. I could feel a great excitement bubbling up at the pit of my throat. Even my breathing grew rapid. I was too close to have him walk away now. So show me, how strong I've gotten.

"Don't look at me as a woman but a fighter or you'll regret it."

Damn it! This isn't entertaining at all! No matter what I threw at him, he wouldn't strike me back. With every movement he either dodged or put up his guard. It was damn annoying! I glared at him. If he won't go full out then he wasn't allowing me to either.