In the ruthless world of warring mafia families, blood ties are meant to be thicker than any blade. But for princesses Calla and Lily, loyalty will be torn between honor and selfish desires.
After a treacherous death threat, the sisters are forced i...
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(Lily)
With a deep breath, I close my Principles of Finance textbook a little too hard. The solid thump booms through the dark library, earning me a few disgruntled looks from nearby students studying.
Screw them.
I roll my eyes and start shoving things into my giant messenger bag. I've been here too long and am ready to get the hell out. Studying is a must if I want to pass exams in a few weeks, but I also have plans with Calla tomorrow. Plans that require some quick thinking and sneakiness to the highest level. So that means studying and cramming while I can.
With everything packed up, I check my phone to see that it's nearly ten at night. I shoot Ken a message, surprised he hasn't come in to check on me in a while. The last couple of times I decided to study at the library, he was in and out at least every twenty minutes in between, walking the building for signs of trouble.
But not tonight. I've maybe seen him twice since I got here a little before six.
I sit and wait maybe ten minutes for an answer from him, but when one never shows, I throw my bag around myself and get up. Doing my best not to disturb anyone more than I already have, I quietly make my way through the top floor of the library, down the stairs, and toward the exit. As I walk out the front doors, the usual night librarian gives me a friendly wave.
Slipping my phone from my pocket, I stand under the overhang out front and shoot Ken another text. Instead of hearing the familiar notification bell from a returned message, a feminine giggle reaches my ears. The sound draws my attention to the pair posted up against the library wall just a few feet away, and the second I take them in, I instantly want to dive back inside.
Even from the back, I still recognize the figure bracing one arm against the brick wall as he leans closer to the girl in front of him and talks to her in a hushed voice. He's not in his usual black-on-black button-up and slacks that he wears around Dominik's, but even in the loose-fitted jeans and hoodie, I know it's him.
Fucking Kwan Song.
I glare at my phone's screen, mentally demanding Ken to respond. I'm ready to throw the damn thing when the girl starts giggling again.
I don't get how he does this. Anytime I speak to him, he's nothing but brudy and dickish, but with other girls, he a fucking charmer. Funny, too, apparently based on her annoying laugh.
Well...I guess I do know how he does it. I have experienced it once. The fact he didn't know it was me, though, doesn't make it feel all that great.
Blowing out a frustrated huff, I glance over at the flirting duo, my stomach twisting as he leans in closer and whispers another giggle out of her. I wonder if she'd find him so fucking funny if I threw my phone at the back of his head.
"Got a problem?"
I snap out of my violent thoughts to finally notice the girl is no longer giving goo-goo eyes to her lover and is instead glaring at me.
