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49. Zack (A)Lee

get it cuz his name is Zack Lee and he wants to be as good as Muhammed Ali right hahahahhahahahahah

i'll change it if anyone gives me better title ideas 😖😖

Desperation. The fight reeked of desperation. Johan wasn't winning. And they all knew it.

"Let's face it. Your leadership isn't much to look at like Jake. You don't make as much money as the workers. At least show some decency like Eli who just disappeared... nevermind. And the stupidity to charge at me in your tired body... Out of all the candidates you may have the best talent... But overall you're rock bottom." He smashed his fist into his face with a finishing blow.

Desperation... As a last desperate attempt, Johan bit his shoes, mumbling mom, mom, mom.

"Back to stealing sneakers? A dog that bites his own master has to be thrown away. Especially when he's lost his teeth. You couldn't prove your worthiness."

She really didn't want to hear anymore. But she was done running away. Her body buzzed with fear, for herself and for Johan. When I told him to go die in a hole I didn't actually mean it...

Before she even fully formed the thought, YN reached out and grabbed the knifes blade with the palm of her hand. Alec had kept it on her neck for a surprisingly long time without getting distracted by the fight. The knife drew blood from her palm but YN didn't even notice as she twisted in Alec's grasp and grabbed his head, smashing it into her knee, knocking him out. She fought her way through the crowd.

"It's sad," Gun was saying. "So many people out here, and not one is stepping up to help you. Jake had his teeth pulled out. What should I take from you?" He reached down.

YN was not making it in time.

She threw the knife. It spun through the air, straight at Gun's head. Desperation.

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At the last moment, he jerked back, and it merely grazed his nose. There was a satisfying drip of blood. "That's the third time you've thrown knives at me. Do you seriously think it's going to work?" (first time in the encounter in the alley when he kissed her, second when he was in her house to take her blood) He didn't seem surprised to see her.

"And I've drawn blood every time." YN said, her voice coming out as a cracked choke with fear. She cleared her throat and mustered a grin. "Gunn," she said again, this time in a softer romantic tone. She didn't know how to proceed. "Let Johan go?"

A slow grin spread across his face. Gun stood and stepped across Johan's fallen body and towards her. "Good to see you too, princess."

YN resisted the urge to back away as fear washed over her like usual. She focused on his hair, more gelled then usual, accentuating his nerdy appearance if it wasn't for the chiseled muscles that rippled under his umber suit. He had clearly come for a fight. He stopped in front of her, raising her chin to direct her gaze to meet his with surprising gentleness.

"Don't you dare take out a cigarette," YN mumbled.

Gun lowered his other hand which had been reaching for his coat project for a cigarette. He reached out instead to brush the stream of blood at her neck. "Held at knifepoint, huh. What took you so long?" He brushed her jawline with his thumb, then leaned close to her ear, his breath tickling her neck. "I'm curious now. What's your relationship with Johan? When I ordered you to stay away I never imagined you would actually disobey. I thought it was some petty affection."

"Well you don't have enough brains to imagine much."

His eyes widened in the same familiar shock as whenever she usually insulted him. He chuckled. "Fiery as always. Tell me, has he been in this position with you? Touched you gently like this?" He took her hand, still bleeding from the knife cut, and kissed away the blood leaking from her palm, sighing at the chemical. "You didn't take your pills today, did you." He let go of her then, but not before catching his teeth and delicately biting on the gold chain that encircled her left wrist. His present. "Perhaps I should take the hands that dared caress your skin."