"People hating me doesn't faze me. People loving me...that would be concerning."
A group of criminals with supernatural powers are getting ready for the biggest heist of their lives, but for it to work they need Kimhan the Executioner.
However, it'...
— violence, blood, and death... it's like our second skin —
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"Unbelievable. Just fucking unbelievable. You both look like shit!" Chay growled, pushing Kinn away from Kim and pinning him to the car. "What the fuck did I tell you? What did I fucking tell you, Anakinn?!"
"It was a mutual decision," Kim explained.
Chay turned his head to Kim—he might have seemed that he was angry, but Kim could see in his eyes that it wasn't only anger... it was disappointment as well that was flowing through Chay's veins.
Kim didn't only look like shit, now he also felt like that. He knew that Chay was counting on him. He was hoping for Kim—no—he believed that Kim was ready to socialize with others even without him by his side. That Kim was learning to be comfortable having his own family and having people around him who loved and cared about him. Chay expected a successful mission and two brothers who finally got along. Instead what he got were two idiots using each other's faces as punching bags.
And the worst was that Kim knew that Chay hated seeing him hurt and yet, Kim was so eager to beat the shit out of his brother that he forgot about everything else.
"It was a mutual decision?" Chay repeated, letting go of Kinn's collar. "Well, if that's the case then you two can mutually lick your wounds as well like fucking dogs you are! Move!" Chay glared at Kinn and when he stepped away from the car, Chay got the two bags full of the stolen goods out and turned to leave. "Congratulations for not killing each other before completing the mission. Now you can continue. I have to deliver the bags before you destroy them."
Chay headed for the elevator before Kinn could say anything, but Kim was already right behind him. He could feel blood dripping from his nose, his jaw wasn't in the best condition either, and he was pretty sure that one of his eyebrows was cut as well, and his eye must have been bloody, but he didn't care. It didn't hurt. Not as much as that one look of disappointment on Chay's face did.
"Sparky. Sparky wait!" Kim grabbed Chay's wrist holding it tightly. Chay must have been a fool to think that Kim would let him go like that.
"Are you done beating the shit out of your brother?"
"Sparky, please, I—"
"Maybe I should join," Chay chuckled coldly. "Remember, I said that I fight you one day... Look at that bloody nose—maybe we should just break it if we are at it."
They were already in the elevator. Kim just hung his head low, stepping closer to Chay, "do it, Chay. You know that I'll let you do anything to me. Hit me, kick me, or do you want one of my knives? Do whatever you want, just please don't be mad."
"And how is that in any way healthy?" Chay shook his head.
"Please, Chay... Sparky, I didn't mean to hurt you—"
