Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 33

Riki's POV

Tonight, I wasn't Red Bandana, the skilled hitman—I played the prestigious guest at Shin Yuna's birthday party. A birthday card and a new gun? Nah. Governor Kim was pulling out all the stops, elevating me to a rank that even outdid Jaeyun's. My own birth felt insignificant next to this spoiled brat's fantasies.

I followed the valets to the parking lot, where they were lining up Rolls-Royces and Bentleys, to park my motorcycle. When I came back, Jaeyun was handing the keys to his Ferrari to a valet, probably telling him to take good care of her. Figures—a man who can't treat his woman right only has one best friend: his car. Smirking, I adjusted my suit and walked over to my favorite sidekick.

"Good Lord, Sim! You look like a cheetah about to prowl its playground," I snickered.

He turned to me, pinching the bridge of his nose, his teeth grinding audibly. "Please, have my back."

I raised an eyebrow, shoving my hands into my suit pockets. What was he going to beg for this time? His gaze darted to mine, attempting to convey silent info, but the rapid blinks and slight dilation of his pupils gave away his rising stress.

I chuckled. "Relax, Sim. I've got your back... even your ass."

He nodded, staring into space, his foot tapping nervously on the step beneath him. Eventually, he stammered like a shy kid.

"You don't happen to have any coke, do you?"

Sim Jaeyun didn't do drugs. Neither did I. But let's be honest, I would've gladly taken a hit right then. I shared his sinking feeling about the hell waiting for us behind that massive door.

"Cock, yeah. Cocaine? Nah. And you knew that."

I patted his shoulder before climbing the stairs. He went ahead of me, knocking on the door himself. It opened almost immediately to reveal Shin Yuna, accompanied by a bodyguard who was at least 6'6" tall. I feared this first impression set the tone for the whole night.

"Daddy!" exclaimed the brat. "The love of my life just arrived." I rolled my eyes, unconsciously seeking help from the heavens.

I glared at the miss in her rouge-pute dress and her pet pooch before deliberately bumping into him on my way inside. "Glad to see you too, Yuna." A grunt responded. And while Jaeyun stayed stuck with his mistress, blocked by the mountain of muscle that was the bodyguard, I explored the reception venue.

Spacious enough for a shootout.
Luxurious enough for money laundering.
Far enough from the city to commit horrors with impunity.

Kim embodied a man of taste, one who planned every move. Speaking of him, I soon spotted his figure on one of the interior balconies. This bastard swept the room with a hard stare, intoxicating us with the smoke of a cigar, probably dating back to the time when the United States atomically bombed my country.

He didn't see me, so I kept a low profile.

As I approached the massive buffet table, I poured myself a drink, avoiding the cocktails already lined up. A glass of whisky, even though I hated that shit. I savored it, keeping a poker face, toasting the guests like a dictator. Except I'd never match the disdain, contempt, and cruelty in Kim's eyes.

"Nishimura, you're not worried I might slip something into your cocktail, are you?" the governor sneered.

I smirked, devilish and unbothered. It had taken him a good six minutes to track me down. I downed the rest of my drink in one go, slamming the empty glass back on the table with a sharp thud. "You see, Governor, trust isn't something I hand out freely. That's why I only trust myself."