The Perfect Secret: Whistleblower (Complete)

Chapter Twenty-five

Unfortunately, there was nothing to be done about Dean's condition. It was too late for him, frankly. Unlike Dean, Zico knew not to fight back with these guys. Truth be told, I believe Zico was just simply spared due to being a former member of Infamous. If that was the case, which I highly believe so, that would mean Infamous has given Zico a second chance to leave the city as soon as he could or else he will be killed next time they catch him.

As Ji-won continued blabbering on, about things that were not related to the current situation, his body gaurd-like friends had ripped Dean's corpse from the crane-like machine. They then continued to wrap his body in black trash bags that were held together by rope. Afterwards, three of the five men, carried the corpse out of the back door to, what i assume, expose of it. I stared down at the extreme amount of blood, left behind by Dean, on the floor near my boots. It was horrible to lose another friend but, at this point, my feelings have grown numb to it all. I could feel myself becoming a spineless bastard like Infamous and all correlating to it.

Ready to set out, Ji-won ordered for my boys to be freed, as promised. I watched as the three of them were untied and their faces released from shitty looking burlap sacks. Hoseok was teary-eyed, sweating and furious. Jimin had a great deal amount of rage within his eyes that was obvious to see. Yet he did not shed a single tear for Dean's death or, the death of his own best friend, Jin.

Poor kid has lost a brother and close friend all at once, as well as Taehyung. I can only hope Jimin doesn't grow a rage big enough to go on some careless rampage. Though both Hoseok and Jimin were vengance-filled, Zico's facial expression was one i had never seen before. He was damn near about to break down in tears and never looked his former members in the eye after the burlap sack was removed from his face.

The boys were forced, at gun point, to leave the warehouse before any of us could exchange words with each other for what could be our last time seeing each other. While they were being kicked off the property by three gaurds, I was demanded to follow Ji-won to watch him set D free from the chains in the storage room.

"My dear ol' friend," Ji-won tsked, "You've got some explaining to do, buddy. I'm not sure if i will be able to unfuck your fuck up this time."

D smirked devilishly, "I'm not afraid, my brother. I'm ready to die."

"A man without fear," Ji-won praised.

I muttered, "Or just a psychopath."

Carelessly removing the scalpel from D's chest, causing him to shout in pain, Ji-won ordered two men to help D get dressed. After the 20 or less mintues of waiting, it was time to go.

"Don't worry about the mess you boys made. Two of my 'maids' are staying behind to clean up the aftermath," Ji-won assured.

Being shoved as I skipped my way down the staircase, back down to the main floor, was unnecessary. Ji-won's gaurds were acting as if I was standing as still as a statue at the middle of the staircase, which I wasn't.

"Damn! Could you tell your monkey to get the hell off my back?!" I angrily snapped.

One scoffed, "Watch what you say, boy. Who's the one with the gun?"

"As if you would shoot me without the order too, numb nuts," I prokoved.

"Yeah?! Well, I can still-"

"Enough!" Ji-won shouted above our voices, "You both are being childish."

Parked behind the warehouse, was a simple blue mini van that one would see soccer mom's drive around. Ji-won slid open the back door to let D limp inside to the third row of seats, along with one of the remaining guards following behind him. Once they were inside, Ji-won offered me to head in first to the second row of seats.