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Riki's POV
Shit doesn't stop at pain.
Some random heir didn't pay the governor on time. Another job for me. Didn't matter I'd been throwing up in pain like a weak bitch for the past two days.
My sister ruined my life, but she got away with killing herself.
"Pick up the phone, you fucking bitch."
Jaeyun wasn't answering.
I screwed the silencer onto pretty boy. Might as well blow my shit clean off.
I glanced back at the random hair tied to his chair.
"You need me, Riki. You're the goddamn bitch."
I rolled my eyes. Forgot he never started conversations.
"Whatever makes you hard."
I turned. Aimed. Shot in the head. Wished it was my sister instead.
"Maybe warn me next time you kill someone."
If Red Bandana calls you, it's not to tell you he baked a cake. Common sense.
I grabbed my phone, tucked pretty boy into my inside pocket. Walked out.
"Can I come over?"
"I'm not home."
"Need morphine. You got any?"
"Yeah. But my wife'll be home soon."
"Won't be long."
"You're gonna get blood everywhere."
"Nah. I'm clean."
"Hurry up then."
Yuna moaned behind him. I hung up.
Still with that nymphomaniac cunt. If she called you over for three hours, you could bet two hours and fifty-nine minutes would be spent fucking.
Jaeyun must've unlocked some new pornstar skills in bed. Made me wonder who was the luckier one.
When the oxy stopped working, I went for morphine. When I didn't have time to restock, I went to Jaeyun's.
He kept some in his office and always left the window slightly ajar for me. Said he'd stolen a surgeon's prescription pad. Cute.
Prep. Tourniquet. Inject. Release. Regret not having eaten anything beforehand.
The room tilted. My stomach turned. I didn't move. Just waited it out.
Happened a lot. I never learned from my mistakes.
I wasn't allowed to leave his office. Fuck that.
I went down to the kitchen. The leftover strawberry cake in the fridge looked tempting.
