Beneath the Surface // Moonsun

Chapter 6

Byulyi's POV

The first lackey on the list is Michael King - a weakling who deals in the ground sells of cannabis for Lin's Clan. An easy mark to abduct, interrogate, and kill without the higher-ups making too much of a fuss and looking too hard into how he died. Start at the bottom, work your way up. It'd be a long process tearing their clan apart from the inside out, but it's an investment we have to make.

The reports Yongsun acquired for us details his home address but some sort of restriction that required the police station to obtain more evidence before being allowed a search warrant. Lucky for us, we don't quite abide by the same type of laws. However, there's mention that he has a family - a wife and two daughters - that we don't want to risk involving. I sent two of my men out on reconnaissance and for the past three days Michael has been alone in the house from noon to one-thirty. Our window.

Despite now being the boss of the Crescent Clan, I continue doing the occasional abduct-torture routine just to keep things interesting and worthwhile. As an underling, my main job was to interrogate. That official title has been passed down to Krystal who might even be better than myself, her being a psychopath and all. But, when I can, I dabble a bit.

Wheein drives a few of us one town over from Newport to a little place called Annesburg, a rural town about the same size as our own but with half the people and twice the sheep. It's midday, about three hours from the abduction, and we stop off at a local diner for breakfast. I send Xavier, one of my own lackeys who've been scouting the past few days, inside for our food and wait in the car with Hyejin and Wheein.

"You think this'll go smooth?" Hyejin asks, fiddling with her hair.

"Hush." Wheein snaps, turning to look over her shoulder at the woman. "We don't talk about our plans the day of."

I nod from next to Hyejin. "Bad vibes."

"Say, hypothetically, I'd forgotten the plan?"

Wheein gives her a small, cold smile. "Hypothetically, I would beat the living shit out of you until you remembered."

I bark out a laugh at Hyejin's horrified expression. "She's just kidding. Wheein, since when did you start making jokes again?"

Hyejin shakes her head still wide-eyed, "That didn't sound like a joke."

"Nah, that's just her sense of humor. You're just joking, huh, Wheein?"

She shrugs and I give her a knowing look. If anyone else had asked a stupid question like Hyejin had, she would've just flat out ignored them. The fact that she threatened to beat the living shit out of Hyejin only cements my assumption of her crush. Wheein's such a violent little shit when she's crushing and it's so adorable.

"Anyway," I continue, "this is low-level crime. If you can't do this type of stuff, you don't last long."

Hyejin slightly nods with a short glance at Wheein who has turned back around, "I was just asking."

"Well don't worry. The most important thing right now is when Xavier will get back with my damn pancakes."

She chuckles a bit. I sigh inwardly. I need to have a talk with Wheein about her flirting skills that somehow lies somewhere in-between an elementary school kid and someone with antisocial personality disorder. It's the reason that, despite being twenty-two and seriously cute as heck when she's not in business mode, she's remains single. I mean I'd date her, if the thought didn't give me the sickening feeling of committing incest.

The van door opens and Xavier ducks into the driver's seat carrying a bag containing the scent of blueberry pancakes and sausage, as well as a cup carrier with steaming coffees.