#2 TOXIC SERIES - READ VENOMOUS LOVE FIRST IF YOU DON'T WANT ANY SPOILERS.
When you think of a prison, a penthouse overlooking Sydney isn't the first thing that comes to mind. I bet not even your last. But ever since my mom died when I was barely th...
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Leviathan was the equivalent of a blue lagoon in the middle of Paradise. The first time I set foot in the nightclub, I got whisked away by the dreamy lights and the high-end finishes. I had never seen anything this mystic and dangerous that made me want the explore every nook and cranny before the daylight returned.
And after that night when I found out Jisung was the owner of the club, he automatically became the embodiment of the mysterious energy Leviathan executed.
With his muscles hugged by leather, sitting on his steel horse, he was a dark knight with gorgeous midnight blue hair and a smile that was lethal to my heart.
So imagine me surprised when we stood at the doorstep of an ordinary restaurant on the other side of the Han River.
It didn't have a Narnia door that brought me to another realm similar to Leviathan. Behind it, it was still as plain as the front. It had a few wooden chairs and tables with the menu stickered on the rundown surface. The walls were decorated with photos and articles from the newspaper, and the floor had vinyl tiles.
It was nothing that I would link to him.
Now that my brain was catching up on what I was seeing, it looked like the perfect place to get rid of someone. No customers. Far from civilization. Nobody would be able to hear me scream or hear the pop of a gun that ran a bullet between my eyes.
I rubbed my sweaty palms along the sides of my jeans. It was maybe for the better to watch fewer thrillers and crime documentaries.
Where are at the best restaurant that I know.
The crease between my brows deepened as I recalled Jisung's words outside of the restaurant and started to nibble on my bottom lip.
The man that plagued my mind had his palm against my lower back, his hot touch burned through my denim jacket as he led me through the tables toward the back.
I still haven't seen a waiter or the owner of this place.
Why did I agree to sit on the back of a motorcycle again?
"Are you cold?"
It was then I noticed a slight tremble going through my spine.
I have several black belts, dammit. I'm not going to coward down because of my wild-ass imagination.
A bright smile spread across my face when I tipped my chin over my shoulder to look at him. "I'm okay."
His chocolate brown eyes felt like a warm blanket sliding down my face, a silky-soft caress. They weren't detached, his eyes, not like a killer's.
My father's overprotection was getting the best of me. I hated how much it affected me since he let me get out of my apartment and fly across the ocean to fend for myself.
