𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒| 𝗞𝗧𝗛 ✔

T H I R T Y O N E

K I M  T E A H Y U N G

A G E T W E L V E

( P A R T  0 2 )

The steam from my shower clung to my skin as I quickly dried off, wiping away the dampness from my face. I had barely put on my clothes when I heard it—a low, rumbling hum followed by the sharp sound of an expensive car’s engine turning off outside. I froze, my heart rate picking up despite myself. I knew exactly what that meant.

Lorenzo Abaten had arrived.

I moved quickly, grabbing my phone from the counter and dialling Queen’s number with the precision of someone who had done it a hundred times.

The phone rang once before she picked up. “It’s him. Lorenzo’s here,” I said flatly, my voice calm and steady.

“I know,” Queen replied, her tone measured. “We’re ready. Just hold on.”

I hung up without another word. Queen and her men had already planned this out—Lorenzo was going to get caught red-handed, but that didn’t mean I was going to wait around and let him get close enough to do what he wanted.

A loud, aggressive knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and the sound of pounding fists followed immediately after. “Open up, you little piece of shit!” Lorenzo’s voice roared from the other side. It was full of venom, thick with hatred. “I’m not here to talk.”

I didn’t flinch, I could feel a slight smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. This wasn’t my first time dealing with threats, but I wasn’t scared of Lorenzo or anyone else for that matter. 

I stepped towards the door, my eyes scanning the room one last time. My gaze landed on the drawer next to my bed, and I opened it slowly. My fingers wrapped around the handle of the small knife I kept hidden there. The cool steel felt reassuring in my palm as if the blade itself understood what was about to happen.

I slipped the knife behind my back, hidden from view, and then opened the door.

Lorenzo stood there, towering over me, his hulking frame blocking the light from the hallway. His eyes, dark and filled with rage, locked onto mine. Without any warning, his massive hand shot out, gripping me by the throat with a crushing force that made my vision blur for a split second.

He threw me to the ground, the impact knocking the air from my lungs, but I didn’t gasp. “Pathetic,” he sneered, his voice laced with disgust. “Your mother doesn’t even care about you. She just wants you gone. You’re nothing but an obstacle.” his words washed over me, but they meant nothing.

I could feel my pulse steady and calm.

I wasn’t afraid.

He towered over me, looking down with contempt, his breath hot on my face. “You think you’re a threat? Do you think you matter? You’re a worthless little bastard, and I’m going to put an end to you.”

I locked eyes with him, unblinking, letting his words bounce off me. The man was a fool, thinking he could intimidate me. “You’re not going to do anything,” I said, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. “You’re weak.”