Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 23

Riki's pov

I didn't kill Warner.

"I wanted you to burn it, but take it." Jaeyun tossed a blue birth bracelet onto my lap before shifting gears. I glanced at it. "Your mother kept it, then your sister gave it to me," he added.

He watched me out of the corner of his eye, keeping his focus on the road while my fingers brushed against the cheap plastic. My breath caught. The faded black writing spelled out my name, my height, my weight—an hour.

"Sim, why'd you give it to me if you wanted to get rid of it?" I asked, slipping the little bracelet into my jacket pocket.

He took a deep breath, pausing for a few seconds to make up an excuse. "You've earned it," he finally admitted. I smirked. His nose might as well have been growing with his lies—for Jaeyun, the only thing I deserved was death. "Besides, I can't hurt the baby you used to be. Before you turned into a sick bastard, you were innocent, and no one should forget that."

No one is born evil; they become evil.
That included me.

"If you say so." I rested my head against the car window and watched the landscape blur by faster and faster. Being locked up and driven in the same car as Sim Jaeyun wasn't glorious, but we had a common corpse to make disappear in a very short time. By dawn, all this shit would be over.

"Just to be clear, she's mine. You killed her abuser, and thank God that means you still have principles and values, but she belongs to me." My left arm seized the knife hidden in my sweater's sleeve by the blade before bringing it close to his neck.

One more false assumption about my ass, and I'd happily slash his jugular. Love couldn't reach me. I gave Rose justice because sexual assaults are bloodless murders that leave their victims alive.

That's why I hid the existence of Warner's videos and the name he managed to pronounce after I cut off Jaeyun's call.

"Calm the fuck down Riki," Sim ordered. Would his blood be as cold when it splashed on my face? I wanted to find out, so I gripped the blade tightly, making fine gashes appear on his skin and the folds of my fingers. He sighed.

"Or what?" I squinted. My own pain weakened me, even though I had survived a bullet to the stomach and cauterization just a few days earlier. "I—do—not—love—your—damn—fucking—wife. And if it's not crystal clear, I can carve it deep into your veins." He slammed on the brakes, which surprised me and made me drop the knife at my feet. I groaned in pain. My blood flowed even more freely without the cold cutting object against it.

"Behave Riki. We have a dead man in my trunk be—" Suddenly his phone rang. Not the usual ringing, just the call screen with no name and the tension building in his facial features; no doubt it was Governor Kim calling. "Shut up kiddo," he muttered.

I rolled my eyes, it pissed me off to stay quiet. Jaeyun picked up the phone, wedging it between his ear and shoulder while I licked my knuckles. He stopped the car as soon as the place allowed, and finally, I was able to lean closer to hear.

"My daughter desperately wants to see you. You'd better come over, Sim."

"Sorry Mr Kim, but I cannot." Jaeyun closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose at the thought of his wife, most likely waiting for him at home. "Yuna is a grown woman, she can handle not seeing me."

"Oh, I suppose you have better things to do than to spend time with your girlfriend. Noted." I frowned at Kim's reproach. I knew a lot about Jake whoring himself out—not so literally—to this family, but the term girlfriend... fuck. "If you don't give a damn about Yuna, just say it, and I'll have Nishimura kill you in half an hour." What a great idea!