His Sanctuary [Jikook]

Chapter 4

3RD PERSON POV

The room is bathed in a dim, sultry light, casting long shadows on the brick walls. The air is thick with the smoky haze of cigars, and the sound of smooth jazz fills the room. The men sat around the long rectangular table and were dressed to impress, their eyes darting nervously as they sipped their drinks. And then, in walks, a man who commands attention. He wears a tailored suit that accentuates his powerful presence. His eyes are sharp, scanning the room with a mix of authority and danger.

He sits on the other end of the table, and the sounds of the smooth jazz disappear as the music's been turned off. The men sitting on the table shift their attention to the one who just entered, all of them giving him bows, which he kindly returns back.

"What was so urgent?" Asks the man, his voice intimidating and deep.

"Our deal with the Italians is going south. They are all angry, and they threaten to pull back."

"Let them." The man said, his voice oozing confidence and pride. Everyone in the table looked amongst each other, looking confused.

"What do you mean 'let them'? JK, if we stop working with them, they'll be our biggest rivals." One argued. The said JK just sighed and looked amongst the table, holding eye contact with almost all the men that sat there.

"Mr Byun, the Italians are into human trafficking. Women and kids, and you're telling me to continue working with them? You have a wife and two daughters. Doesn't that say something to you?" Asked the man, his eyes digging holes into the elder man.

"Well, Mr Jeon, of course I have a conscience. But this is money, real money. And it's a great connection between the Italians and Koreans. Why would you want to cut back on the deal just because human trafficking is involved? Think about it."

"Okay then. Let's do it. Let's provide them with the women and kids they need from us. Starting with your wife and daughters. I hope you're ready to ship them off to some foreign land so they can be used as slaves and sex workers." Mr Jeon said. Everyone in the table looked down. Of course, Mr Jeon was right. It was a bad business deal. How could they supply the Italian Mafia with Asian girls and women? It was a huge risk on their side.

"So... are you saying we cut ties with them?" Another man asked, fixing his glasses as he looked at Mr Jeon, who seemed to be their boss.

"With immediate effect."

"But they know so much about us, Sir. Don't you think it's risky?" Another one asked.

"We also know more than enough to ruin them if they try something. We are cutting ties with them. I don't want to be involved in human trafficking, and none of you should either. I hope we won't have to discuss this again. My word is final." Mr Jeon said. Everyone looked among themselves again and then nodded

"Yes, Sir." A lot agreed.

"Well, I'm sure you all have things to do. You're dismissed." Mr Jeon said and stood up first, walking out of the room. All the men dispersed after he had gone, and everyone went their separate ways.

Mr Jeon drove home, still having on his dark and unimpressed facial expression. He seems like a man who never smiles. His aura was dark and intimidating. He would scare people off without even saying anything. He possessed good looks, a great physique, a nice and deep voice. He was the type that had women falling on his knees. They followed him like bees looking to pollinate a flower. It was surprising that he wasn't a player or a married man. Rather, he was still single and had no one in his life, his day to day life was pretty normal, besides the work that he did privately. Being the head of the Korean well-known gang. Everyone knew all there was to know about the gang, but they just never knew its members or the leader of that gang. They had managed to keep their names private. Which was good for them.