Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 18

Jaeyun's pov

I'd left the house with no bad intentions.

That's not to say my visit was innocent either. No, it was the pure result of an intense make-out session with my wife that left her with broken legs and me with a clouded mind. After all, sex, as cool as it was, never led to good decisions.

Rose made me realize that I could no longer pretend. Unconsciously, but still. The wolf in sheep's clothing was me, and I had no reason or even desire to keep playing for I didn't know whose sympathy.

She wanted the protective husband, and I would be. Starting by teaching Nishimura Riki a lesson.

"Rose darling, Just know that if I'm not in bed when you wake up..." Another lie burned my tongue. I sucked it in, biting the inside of my cheek to keep it from spilling out. "It's to prepare a big surprise for you in the morning, I love you."

I clicked send, then threw my phone on the passenger seat, hoping this voice message would suffice. Never again did I want to trigger one of her outbursts.

Her love was sick.

My arm would never forgive me but I needed more. If only she knew...

No, Jaeyun, her knowing is not an option; I told myself. My strategy was the finest, as if I'd been born for it. A slight smirk curled my lips as I pressed my foot harder against the gas pedal. In fact, it was better than any birth gift; I'd been trained to be a strategist.

I adjusted my glasses on my nose, my gun and Riki's shattered phone on my dashboard reflecting inside. Erasing the data remotely was smart; leaving it in my wife's hands in the first place was less so. At the same time, the Deadwood Way exit sign came into view. I downshifted to decelerate; the tension thickened in the air. That night I was all alone on the road.

Lust for Life — Lana Del Rey, The Weeknd

Was blasting through my car speakers. It was Rose's favorite song and by extension mine. The mere thought of her singing that next to me from the depths of her lungs made me want to devour her lips and her whole being. Fuck.

I veered off the main road and ended up in the kid's neighborhood. Anger was slowly building up in my veins as I tried to remember where he lived. If the cocaine lines could point the way, it would help.

Nishimura Riki, the coke virgin, had chosen the only place in the USA plagued by drug trafficking to live — a decision that spoke volumes about his craziness. Who had time to worry about him, who sometimes came home covered in blood, when Mary Jane was calling louder on the other side? No one, indeed.

When the silhouette of his building became visible in the night, I slammed on the brakes. I got him. It was only a matter of time before he tasted blood and humiliation. Everything this bastard deserved for touching and playing with the life of my woman. Soul, body, mind — Rose belonged to me, and I thought Riki was loyal enough not to interfere.

As I made my way down the dead-end alley that led to the back entrance, my headlights briefly cast a shadow on the thirteenth-floor facade. He was well aware of my presence.

"Don't be shy Nishimura." I chuckled.

A wall quickly blocked my path, and as I stopped, my gun slid off the dashboard and landed on my lap. I took it as a sign and slipped it into my coat pocket before getting out of my Ferrari. Outside, the cold wind slapped my cheek in a last vain attempt to bring me back to my senses.

I'd buried my morals six feet under for the greedy kid Riki was. It hadn't been hard. And now I wouldn't stop for anything in the world, not even Rose's pleas.