My Client's Former Best Friend | MEANIE/MINWON

Chapter Twenty One.

"Choi!" Seungkwan screeched in a decibel meant only for dogs.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Wonwoo hissed. "I've got it under control."

"Sorry, darling, I couldn't waste the opportunity," Seungcheol said, not looking away from Seungkwan. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and the brown fake beard quivered.

"Darling?" Seungkwan cursed. He was hyperventilating and getting louder by the second. Seungcheol twitched the gun, and Seungkwan shut up and backed against the wall, shaking. "You tricked me! You lying, sneaking little bastard," he whisper-hissed.

Seungcheol spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "I could do it, you know. I could pull this trigger right here, right now."

Seungkwan folded his arms, his jaw clenched. "Fine. Do it."

Seungcheol stared at him and he back at him, a deadly game of chicken.

Wonwoo glared at both of them, but they didn't notice. "What are you doing here?" he asked his uncle again. "We've got the confession-just hand it over and be done with it."

Seungkwan growled. "You were recording me?"

Wonwoo rolled his eyes at the hot mess in the corner. "Keep up." He turned back to Seungcheol.

"Yes, right, confession. Good job, Wonu. You can go now." His eyes didn't leave Seungkwan's face.

"You can't kill him, you know."

Seungcheol blinked then and looked at him. "What?"

"You can't kill him. First of all, there are too many witnesses. Second of all, there are security guards who will definitely hear the gunshot. I just got you back from being on the run. If you act like a stupid ass and kill him now, I'll lose you all over again."

"Who said anything about killing him? I came in to get the recording from you and bring it to the police now, before they release him and he has a chance to run."

Wonwoo didn't believe him. "Good. But you can see how I got confused, right? What with you standing here in a ridiculous disguise and a gun poking out of your coat?"

"Don't worry so much, Wonu. It causes wrinkles."

Wonwoo snorted. "You're impossible."

Seungkwan had moved closer to them, listening to every word. "Told you you couldn't do it, Choi. You always were a pussy."

"Don't listen to him. He's like a word-vomit volcano of TMI."

Seungcheol shrugged. "Eh, I've been called worse. Now will you get out of here? If things go wrong and I do get arrested, I want to make sure you're gone."

Wonwoo frowned. "What do you mean if things go wrong?"

"Wonu, we're standing in a psychiatric ward at a well-populated hospital where I, a fugitive from the law in a ridiculous disguise, am holding a gun to a former model's fake nose. There is any number of ways things could go wrong. Such as standing around talking instead of moving. Got it?"

"Got it." He gave him a sideways hug and a kiss on the cheek for good luck. Then he turned and waved to Seungkwan. "It was interesting meeting you, Seungkwan. Have fun in prison!"

"Bite me."

"A real charmer, that one." Wonwoo grinned as he tottered out on his stupid, pinching boots. He was going to burn them when he got home.

***

They were fucked. Here they were, held against their will by his crazy, skinny cousin who had his best friend's balls in a vise. Not to mention his enormous, mobster-looking henchmen, of which there were two in this room. Mingyu recognized them; they worked for Xu security, the private, highly trained personal guard of the Xu dynasty. These were men who followed orders no matter what. Even when those orders came from a deranged attempted murderer who really should not be in charge, considering he was holding two innocent men's lives at stake and trying to force one of them to marry him.