stigma.

18. j û - h a c h i



|Narrator|

Damian Madison was a man of many things.

He was a husband, father, friend, just overall a decent man who tried to provide the best and only the best for his family, even if it required him to get things done in the dark.

When Damian became the right hand man of the infamous Kim Gunho his job only consisted of him controlling the drug trade from the American east coast. Now years after his death under the new leadership of Gunho's bastard child, Damian's sense of morality overwhelmed him.

The Kim mafia had expanded to more means of income than the original drug trade as he now lived an even more corrupted lifestyle dealing with mass executions, money laundering, and sex/human trafficking. Kim Namjoon wasn't mentally stable as he easily let his schizophrenic paranoia get the best of him most of the time. His rambunctious sinful behavior made him unpredictable to the point no one truly knew of his motives.

Before moving to Korea, Damian and his wife Stacy had planned to escape the mafia with their daughters untouched, that was until Namjoon demanded for them to live in Korea.

With their daughters and whereabouts exposed made it nearly impossible to devise another escape plan. That was until recently.

Damian had made sure to cover his tracks and his meetings with outsiders as he and Stacy planned to go completely awol from society.

The time was now, it was either now or never.

He wasn't sure why Namjoon wanted him and the other henchmen to meet him out of one of their warehouses in the Busan area but thought nothing against it. He wanted to remain on his good side for as long as possible.

The sound of waves crashing ashore onto the rocky beach, a large abandoned factory was located on the top of a cliff of a secluded island right off the coast of Busan. It was minutes after seven a.m. and the morning fog was at it's heaviest making visibility terribly low.

He stood there and waited.

Waiting for his arrival.

Luckily, it wasn't much of a wait as Damian turned to see headlights of SUV's approaching and the sounds of the tires racing against the dirt roads.

Namjoon was a relatively tall man who required bodyguards twice his height to secure his safety. He wore a light sports jacket and skinny black pants. His appearance wasn't intimidating  at the moment but he could make himself everything you feared within a second. He smiled as he approached the men standing by the edge of the cliff with their back towards the ocean, he could have cared less about the others, the only person who he looked forward to see was of course Damian.

"Damian! How low lovely it is to see you. Since I moved you out to Seoul it feels as if we never see each other as much as I hoped too" Namjoon said lighting up his signature cigar. 

"I've been a busy man haven't you notice an increase in your account and the diamond crusted rolex on my wrist" The men chuckled. "How's Stacy?" 

"She's good...the usual" 

"It's a bummer you two couldn't have any kids, with both of your genes I'm pretty they would have drop dead gorgeous" Namjoon commented wrapping an arm around the fairly larger man, all Damian could do was weakly laugh along. Namjoon rarely brought up anything personal, the most he would do is ask about his wife Stacy. Only Gunho knew about one of his daughters.