Lethal || k.nj & l.m ✔️

XX

Jackson's POV

I struggle to open my eyes, "Wake up!" I hear. The back of my neck still stings a bit from the shock. I finally lift up my head and force my eyes open, the light that's pointed at me, blinds me. I open my eyes again and they adjust, a man's face comes into view. He has my wallet in his hand, fuck.

"Jackson Wang." He says. A laugh breaks through his chapped lips, a bit of saliva falling on his bottom lip. "I know your father!" He laughs even harder, fuck! He then smiles, "Your father was part of the Chinese Mafia, then you all moved to Korea.. and he works with Du Bongju, that bag of dirt that stays out of everything."

"And you?" He rubs his chin, he points to the table behind him. All my equipment is on there, well... the equipment that I'm authorized to carry on my person at all times. "I've never taken so many guns and knives off someone's body before." He then sets a hand on my chair and brings his face in front of mine. "Are you the fucken Boogeyman?" He asks me, and I almost laugh.

"You're lucky I'm not," I say firmly, the corner of his lips twitched. "Do you know anything about Lalisa Manoban?" He asks me.

"Ah, Chuan Juntasa, you think she was with me??" I say teasing him a bit, but he doesn't seem surprised, I don't expect him to be. He then laughs and pulls out a knife, pressing it to my neck. I don't move or flinch, I've made an oath that I'd die for the WPP company. I'm not going to give any sort of information to him.

"Don't fuck with me, or I'll fuck with your girl." I then gulp and my mouth goes dry. He smiles, I keep my breathing regular. He stands up, examining the knife. "You have quite a past with losing your girls, don't you?" I just look at him.

He's obviously done his research, he's trying to faze me.

"Who do you work for?" He says calmly. He's going to break, I know... he's short-tempered. Most Mafia leaders are. 5. 4. 3. 2. "WHO DO YOU WORK FOR!?" He yells, I try not to laugh when I get it right. "I know you're some type of agent, you work for some sort of organization. No random fucken guy walks around with this many guns and knives on him, on a daily bases."

"Especially seeing the way you took down my men, is ridiculous." He smiles, "Unless, you're trying to keep someone safe." He drops his arms, pointing the tip of the knife down towards the cement floor. "You weren't that far from home.. were you?"

I start to analyze my chances of escape, I twist my wrists and they're not very tight. My eyes quickly scanning the room and I watch his posture. He shouldn't be too hard to take down, but he might call his men. I can take them, as long as I get to my equipment. Easy.

I steady my arms as I begin to get my hands untied. They didn't even tie my legs, the wrong choice. When my hands are loose enough, I slide the rope off my wrists and into my hand as I grip onto it, and get ready to attack. When he's close enough, I kick him in the gut.

He stumbles for a few seconds, then comes for me. I stand up, jumping and bringing my hands and the rope forward. He now has the knife in a defensive position, pointed at me.

He looks surprised, probably a first that his hostage has gotten free. He even looks a little scared. He does a stupid tactic where he lunges forward, then back, he can't seem to make up his mind. I just stand still and wait for him to come close enough. He finally does a full lung and I wrap the rope around his wrist so that I have control of it.

I use the side of my fist to hit his hand so that he drops the knife. He lets it go and I get around his body and bring his arm behind his back. I'm able to grab one of my guns and I point it to the back of his head. "Forget I was ever here," I whisper to him, he just laughs. I pull the trigger of the gun, only to have it make a clink sound. Fuck. They've taken the mag out of the damn guns, which means, no bullets.