Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 13

I wished for him to shoot me.

My fear, in its most intense manifestation, tensed my body, blurred my vision, quickened my breathing, and heightened the risk of an anxiety attack.

A new paroxysm would break loose if the bastard behind me didn't stop stroking my temple with the cold metal of his gun. I felt it deep in my veins; it was instinctive.

"Do you know where I'm taking you?"

He asked mischievously. No, but I had my own idea, and that's exactly what I told him. His psychopathic smile had widened, no need for his reflection to know it. It satisfied him to see me clueless and at his beck and call. He was a dead man; I swore on everything I held dear.

"Where I was assigned to kill Jeon."

I thought of the hills, none in particular. I had never been there, I just knew they were meeting places for criminals. Discreet, far from the city, and overlooking the innocent population — the fantasy of every twisted psychopath who plans their crimes.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds and concentrated on the clues he had left. He'd never wanted to kill Jungkook on his own; he had been asked to. He was young, smart, and emotionless — maybe a hitman.

And?

And nothing. I had nothing.

This type of individual was easier to find than money in a bank, as absurd as that might sound. Unless his goal was to reveal who had hired him, I wasn't going to make any progress in my investigation.

"Just why?"

His finger went over the trigger, but I didn't give up.

"You had something against him?"

"Nah."

Capitalizing on a death. Turning someone's murder into a mission. I wasn't shocked, just disgusted. Even when it became commonplace, I refused to normalize it. Everyone involved in Jungkook's murder, down to the smallest role, was going to pay.

He pointed his gun at the right side of the road, toward the highest hill. What did I expect? I drove forward a few more meters until he whispered for me to stop directly at the edge. Hills? What a fucking euphemism. They were murderous cliffs.

"Get out."

Suddenly, a red cloth smelling of cologne covered my eyes. He was blindfolding me. One false step and I'd fall, even though I mastered the art of walking in heels in every situation.

"Get the fuck out."

I gulped in anticipation. Taking the risk of falling or getting shot were two possibilities, but I'd rather die from my clumsiness.

"It would rip your lung out to say please."

I muttered. My hand found the door handle, and I opened it with some hesitation. My perception of danger was distorted because my sense of sight had been taken away.

I took a few steps forward. Seven to be exact.

He must have gotten out of the car too, based on the slamming sound. The wind swept through my hair and dried my mascara tears in an almost reassuring caress. I didn't turn to face him.

"Your cop's fate was sealed here."

I nodded my head up and down. My back tensed, expecting a sudden movement from him, and a shiver ran down my spine when his fingers found my neck.

Niki's pov

Her skin was hot, almost burning. She was receptive to every touch. I wondered if Jaeyun knew, but after all, he was no better.