Game of Kings || NJM

Chapter Nine

Jaemin was pushed down to his knees, hands resting down in front of him, after looking around the room he found interest in the plush carpet beneath him. He sensed movement in front of him, still never wavering his head.

Black heels boots stop in front of him, the light reflecting of the muted leather, Jaemin still refused to look up. The action irritated the crimson hair girl, she crouched down, using her pointer finger and thumb to lift Jaemin's chin.

"Well, if it isn't the one who was a bit too nosy, what's that saying? Curiosity killed the cat." She says, her voices sounding like smooth honey to Jaemin. He knew this girl was dangerous and her voice being addictive like this is not good for him.

Jaemin was sure that this whole plan was going to get him killed, finally moving his eye to follow the same direction as his head. Her ebony eyes were sharp and intoxicating, his coffee-coloured eyes looked directly into hers.

"What were your intentions snooping around our files?" The powdered blue hair male says, standing from his sitting position, moving his hands into his jean pockets.

Jaemin's jaw twitched in Alyx's hands, causing one side of her lips to pull up. Silence filled the air around them, Jaemin wanting to not give away any information. He rehearsed his story many times, knowing each and every detail about who he was meant to be.

Alyx smiled, her pointy canines catching the light of the living room, she let go of his chin, standing back up. She nodded to Jisung, the younger male grabbing Jaemin around the next and lifted him up. Jaemin was surprised the taller male's strength, considering Jaemin was quite a buff man.

Alyx tilted her head, her fox eyes never leaving him. Jaemin sensed danger in her eyes that blazed with sensuality and enjoyment.

Within seconds, the blink of an eye, a shiny grey metal was aimed at Jaemin. he froze, it wasn't the first time he'd had a gun aimed at him, but needless to say, he wasn't expecting that sweet smile to still be there behind the gun.

Sweat started to trickle down his skin, his heart rate picking up tremendously. He knew she was getting impatient, he had to speak or else he was going to get a bullet through his forehead.

"Can a person just be curious?" He says with a bit of sarcasm, hoping that he would prove his place among them.

Alyx huffed out a small chuckle, not breaking eye contact. Her hand wavered, the gun slightly falling away from Jaemin's face.

Jaemin relaxing slightly, thinking that all he needed to do was being sassy towards the very scary Mafia leader. Oh, was he very wrong.

Her chuckled stopped short, in an instant she held the gun back up to Jaemin's face, this time placing the cold metal against his slightly damp forehead.

"It seems to me like you were more than just curious. You tried to tap into a file on a certain someone that I like to label as very bad man. What for?" Alyx urged, applying pressure to the metal.

Jaemin had to think quickly, say something that would earn his approval from the girl currently holding a gun to his head.

"What else for..." he starts, keeping his focus on the metal touching his forehead. "Give him what he deserves."

The sly fox smile that matched her eyes appeared on her face again – dangerous and so attractive.

"Okay," Alyx lowered the gun, nodding her head to the youngest in the room. Jisung disappeared at her request. "Give him what he deserves."

Jaemin was confused, his eyebrows furrowed together. Alyx rolled the gun around her index finger, handing him the grip of the gun, insisting that he take it.