ROSÉ
"Where are we going?"
"I already found out where that bastard is. He’s very easy to find."
"What are you planning to do? Do you think he’ll give up all his copies? What if he’s already sent them on the internet?"
"Oh, he will," Jisoo’s heart-shaped lips thinned into a line, making Rosé more nervous.
The car finally stopped; the driver opened the door for them.
"Stay here."
"No, I’m coming inside with you."
"No, Rosé, stay here!"
"Whatever you want to say, save it. I’m coming with you!" she shot back. Jisoo looked exasperated but eventually let her get out of the town car.
She was surprised to see extra men besides Jisoo’s driver and security guy. On the sidewalk, waiting for them, were two large, muscular Black men who looked like club bouncers.
Both of them nodded at Jisoo. They proceeded to go inside the old building. The elevator wasn’t working, so they took the stairs. Rosé was confused—why was Robert staying here? He used to be well-off, she remembered. He even drove a Bentley.
The place stank of rats and spoiled liquor. When they reached the fourth floor, they turned left, and Jisoo’s men stopped in front of Room 405.
"I-is this the place?" she asked Jisoo, who grabbed her hand and squeezed it.
"Stay at the back, Chaeyoung-ah," Jisoo said softly, using that name. Rosé nodded and did as she was told.
Jisoo looked at one of the guys and nodded, so he knocked on the door. When the door ajar, Robert was surprised to see them, but it was too late for him to close it as the men kicked the door open, sending him to the back of the room as they proceeded to enter the apartment.
"Hold him up," Jisoo instructed the men, who took the bastard by either side of his arms, lifting him off the floor.
Sehun, Jisoo’s security guard, handed something to Jisoo.
Before Rosé could process what it was, Jisoo swung and hit Robert in the face with a baseball bat. Robert’s mouth was now bleeding. Rosé was so stunned she couldn’t utter anything.
"Fuck!" in a gurgled voice, the man cursed. Trying to get away from the big men holding him captive. Robert was a tall guy, but he lacks muscles the twin bouncers got.
"Rosie, who the fuck is this?! Damn you, you bitch! I'm gonna—" He couldn’t finish his sentence as Jisoo again swung her bat in quick succession, hitting his thighs and legs, making him kneel and curse in pain.
His hands were still held by the big men behind his back, and now that he was kneeling, Jisoo handed the bat to Sehun, who was just watching his boss. The pretty woman took something out of her bag, and Rosé felt even more scared—it was a gun. And now she was pointing it at Robert's forehead!
"You listen to me, you sick fuck..." Jisoo spoke in English in an eerily cold manner, her anger oozing as she pressed the muzzle of the gun against Robert’s face. Her lips were a thin line as she spoke.
Rosé had never felt more scared in her whole life. Now she was scared of Jisoo, too. It seemed to her as if she didn’t really know her at all. The older woman looked like she was capable of committing cold-blooded murder. And all the men around them just looked bored, not reacting, just watching, as if they were witnessing something that happened regularly.
"You will give us the memory card, your laptop, your phone, and burn every copy of that photo. You hear me?"
"Fuck you!" Robert screamed.
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