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"Answer the question correctly or everyone in this building is getting killed." Niki observed my face all over, staring at me with deep concern.

I let out a quick exhale, staring away from him.

"It's not that serious, stop being dramatic." I rolled my eyes, moving a strand of hair out of my face.

"Look at me." He demanded, and I ignored him. I could sense his annoyance just from his aura, "Come on, look at me."

I turned around and looked at him for like half a second, then looked away, swallowing a thick lump in my throat.

"It's serious when you can't even look me in the eyes." He scoffed, turning around and cocking the gun again, about to storm into the building.

I quickly grabbed him by the bicep, dragging him away from the entrance before he shot up random people for no honest reason.

"Okay, alright. Just don't overreact." I huffed, looking at the dark forest, "Haneul implied that I'm a disappointment to you and my father, and obviously since he wants you to be with Yerin, you know.. it kind of.." I didn't wanna finish my sentence, but he looked at me, his gaze softening.

He gently moved my head to lean on him, he gave a kiss on my head, rubbing my shoulder. In the moment, he made me feel real loved, but then that love diminished when I realised this was a one-sided thing.

"You're my wife. Yuri Nishimura, soon to be." Niki chuckled, still consoling me, "The only disappointment is that his clan couldn't even defeat a mediocre clan. Embarrassing." He gave a bitter chuckle.

Somehow, his presence just made me feel better, he gave a small smile, and for a first, I noticed he wasn't as harsh and teasing with me. He was actually consoling and nice.

"Now give me five minutes." He told me, storming back into the building with the gun in his hand. I realised what the hell he was about to do and quickly rushed in, trying to catch up to his pace, but these heels stopped me from walking so quickly.

While he was already up there, I was midway up the grand stairs, god sake, this was not a suitable outfit for running up these stairs. I made my way to the table, Haneul was stood, hands surrendering as Niki pointed the gun to him, his harsh gaze penetrating through his body.

Yerin looked at Niki, frantic with worry. She tried to hold his gun, a failed attempt at steering the gun away from her father.

"I never want to hear you disrespect my wife again." His jaw clenched, pushing Yerin forcefully out of the way.

"Wh... what do you even mean?" Haneul stumbled over his words, his hands shaking. Yeah, talk about disappointment. He's a mafia leader but is trembling over being held at gunpoint?

Actually, I probably would be too if it was Niki.

"A disappointment? Hm? Really? You think so." Niki gave a real harsh chuckle, his finger close to pressing the trigger, "I feel ashamed that I introduced her to you. Least we won't have that problem anymore."

My chest felt a little heavy, everybody minded their business. It seemed as if everybody knew not to mess with Niki, and provoking him with glares would get more people killed.

"Nishimura, I.. I seriously didn't mean any of my words. Please. I beg for my life." He began to crouch, Niki poked his cheek with his tongue, purposefully missing Haneul's arm.

"Take it as your warning, keep your daughter on a leash too. I am a happily married man. And it'll stay that way." Niki slot his gun back to where it was, spinning around and taking my hand, leaving the place in a very dramatic manner.

We made it outside and he looked at me, a pure smile on his face.

"You think he pissed his pants?" Niki chuckled as I laughed at him, his duality was really interesting. He was so fine inside, and outside he's fine too.

"Why is his first instinct to just beg on his knees, I'd never get on my knees for anyone." I shook my head with a small smile as we walked to the car.

Niki looked over at me, giving me a very suggestive glance.

"Yeaah, we'll just see about that theory." He joked, I think he joked, I wasn't actually quite sure if he was being serious or not.