Watchdog | JJK FF

Chapter 47

Jeongguk

Shit. It was that weird smell. A drug to make people go sleepy and unconscious. My eyes scan around, I'm in the dark. The air here carries the scent of old wood, dust, and a chill of cold. In this state, Angelina comes through my mind. She is safe with Taehyung. I reassure myself. Actually, she reassures me.

Wait

I smell blood.

I try to stay calm. No panic Jeon. But I can't...this blood is fresh. I try to move. My body is numb. That drug did pretty good job affecting my body. I try to convince my mind into believing I can move. Slowly my body is listening, I try to move forward and my temple hit the wood ground, and it was wet and the scent was strong. Strong of blood scent. I start to pant from my nose. Who can this person be.. please not someone close to me. Please. Please. Please. I push my strength until my temple hit something long. Arm. I move again, even more with strengthening muscles, I hit my temple on the persons face. Shit. It's glasses. I bit my lips through the strong duct tape. Please. Let it not be her. Even tho Ella is the only person I know who wears glasses. I still begged it was not her body. Tears came through, dropping on her cold skin. I'm puzzled. Who the hell is my uncle. What does he do? Panic turned into anger.

I started twisting around. Trying to slip free from these stupid tape. I managed to slip duct tape off my mouth with my saliva and bit off the tapes around my fists. My legs are still numb so I wait for some more minutes to move the muscles slowly. My mind is blank.

Ella...the woman who showed me care and love me with embraces, feeds me delicious food, cookies and desserts. She was the only person who smelled like winter, wood and warm embraces.

My toes and feet started to move. I slowly stand up and search for the door.

I'm going to kill him.

The door opened by itself. Light illuminated my face, making the figure in front of me appear as a shadow.

"I could chain you up, you know? But I knew you will slip free and see her body lifeless." The twisted man I'm, I aim for his throat, hold it tightly. He wasn't choking but staring at me with his dead eyes. Shit! Die! My anger is weakening my strength. Anger or is that sadness? I wasn't supposed to have weakness...because this what will make me. Weak. "Tighter." What the— "you...have...indeed...lots of...weakness...Jeon." No. Why am I slipping free. He smash my head on the wall and like a feather I don't feel my body falling or if it hit the ground. He caress his throat, a disgusted look on his face when he watches over me. "You both aren't used to the drug scent around the house. But me."

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I hear steps. Rough voices and laugher. I scent smoke. I open my eyes slowly to realise I can't fully open them. I was beaten while unconscious. I snicker. I really couldn't help it.

"What the—" I can hear the unknown guy is confused and angry. "Yo, pig, go call the boss immediately. Tell him this dude has lost his mind—" He told one of his dudes, footsteps running and door closed. I try to peek with my painful eyes. "Yo, handsome boy," he pats my cheeks, his hand smells of smoke. "Why you laughing like a menace—what the..." he backs away when my body starts shaking, laughing hysterically.

"Beating someone unconscious makes you feel good, huh?" More laughter comes out of my throat. The dude in front of me cusses. "But we damn know, what will happen if I rip free from those ropes." The dude was about to punch me in the jawline when someone stopped him.

"Boss is here. Don't be reckless." They back away, making way for the boss to enter. He has suit on. Hair done nice. Shining shoes. And a cigar on his mouth. If only I can smash that thing inside his throat.

"You should have chained me up instead of using ropes, uncle." The last word rolled off my tongue sarcastically, smirking up at his disgusted face.

"Yeah, should have." He puffs in my face. I clench my teeth, trying to stop the scenarios running through my head, stuff like how to kill him and punch his guts to death.

"Why did you kill Ella?"

"I don't want to talk about her. This topic is too sensitive for me." And I jeer once again. Sarcastic son of a bitch.

"Who are you?" I ask another question. If he won't answer I will simply ask other questions.

"Not sure if I should confess or not." He says, turning around to the guard, and stubbing out his cigar on his shoulder. The guard didn't show any pain, only clenching his jaw. "Tell me Jeon, should I tell you?"

"Why don't you try? Surprise me once again, Uncle."

"It's Anton." I raise my eyebrows at his new name.

"That's a surprise. More?"

"I ended Nathan's wife's life." The atmosphere dimmed. "I'm everything Nathan was looking for." He gestured his hand to a guard and the guard stepped off the corner, getting something for him. "I married Ella due to my mission, not due to love." Gloves were handed to him. He was putting them on now. "Poor lady, she is innocent. Just a bait. Just a random woman—"

"She is not a random woman." I spit out. My head screams in agony, filled with twisted ways to kill the monster in front of me.

"You want to know who else was innocent? Your parents. I was the one who murdered them. I watched as they begged for their lives—just like you will in a moment." my eyes burned, full of rage.

"Son of a bitch. Are you really my uncle?" he was exercising his hands now.

"Not really. But technically so, I mean I raised you, no?" he smiles. "are you ready?" before I could speak he punched my jawline. I already can feel the taste of salted blood in my mouth. I curse loudly after spitting the blood out. Anton gazes down at his shoes where the blood spit landed on them. He clenched his jaw, giving a small smile, nodding at me when our eyes landed together.

"taking advantage of me while I'm being roped up, huh?" I smirked up at his once again disgusted face. This dude hates my guts so much, he did good at acting all these years.

"you asshole--" A hot shock radiates across my cheek with my ear ringing for a second. "a watchdog? seriously?" another slap to the other cheek sent a stinging pain. "I gave you a high price, a higher level than all the assassination student's--" another punch to the gut made me cough blood from before. I was confused what he was talking about. "for you to be a romantic son of a bitch?" Anton strikes his punch up from my below jawline. shit! that one hurts like hell. "they told me you are heartless, you grew up up with no love. What a disappointment." I was staring at him, like how I used to look at myself on my reflection, thinking I was the real monster, a real blooded killer. It was him all along. "The bat." the guard immediately listens to his order and got him a long wooded bat. Anton threw the washcloth he cleaned his cloves with and got a good firm grib on the bat. He was ready to lift it.

"you know..." I murmur, my voice hoarse, and my head slightly looking up to his dead eyes. My eye, the left one, is barely open—half-closed from the swelling, but I force myself to look at him through it, the effort is making my eyes burn and my head spin a little. "You suck. You suck in this life and the hereafter, asshole." after my last sentence I have been beaten for the whole night. And I still don't understand how could this loving uncle turns out to be my secretive boss. The betrayal hit harder than Eli's.

Anton is the wanted boss no one knows of his identity or where he is. And he has been on my side, in my life this whole time. Anton we have been looking for you, I'm glad you found me first.