Chapter 20

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Ken P.O.V

As I'm walking down the street in the middle of a loud crowd, looking for Jiyeon everywhere, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I quickly snatch it and open the message. My heart immediately stops and my face gleams with hope, beyond overjoyed that Jiyeon finally replied to me and will meet up. I text her back and put my phone away, trying to calm down. I have to go back and tell Sungyeol. I think, shoving my way through the crowd.

Ravi P.O.V

"One of my guards spotted Ken leaving that shit motel this morning by Garden Boulevard, I have to go kill this fucker before I lose him again." I spit, shuffling my gun around in my jeans, shrugging on a long jacket over my shoulders.

"You don't have to do this Ravi. Why him?" Kijun pleads desperately, grabbing my arm. I snake my arm away roughly.

"Him and that asshole Sungyeol killed my father, Kijun! Don't you understand?!" I shout, my voice booms.

Kijun instantly loosens her body, looking down. "Just be careful then." I hear her sniffle and I wrap my arms around her tightly for reassurance. "I'll be back." I pull her into a deep kiss, intertwining our lips together and pull away quickly. She says goodbye right when I'm out the door, running to the address where my guard advised me to meet him at. I get there as soon as possible and we both go inside, up to the desk, playing it as cool as possible. "There should be a Ken and Sungyeol checked in, may I know what room please?" I question, trying to keep calm.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to give that out." The man behind the desk informs.

"Oh it's nothing to worry about, we're their buddies and we are supposed to get them for dinner." I play it off.

"Um, I can call them down for you if you like?" He tilts his head, unsure.

"I don't think that will be necessary if you just answer my question, alright?" I open my jacket slightly to reveal my firearm inconspicuously. "Now, what is their room number?"

"113, sir." The man stutters nervously, gulping down his saliva in fear as he hands us a spare key.

"Thank you." I scoff and nod, motioning for my guard to follow as I lead the way. The man behind the desk immediately retreats back a little and calls the police with no hesitation. We head up a flight of stairs and turn down a corridor, scanning the numbers. "Here." I sat, pointing to the door on my left. We both stay out of the vision of the peep hole and my guard takes the key, unlocking the door while I get my gun ready.

I lock on a silencer to it in the meantime. The door swings open and my guard shuts it as soon as we're both inside. I see Sungyeol sitting in the chair by the window, wide eyed and reaching for his pistol. I pull the trigger twice, aiming right at his chest. My guard hoists his gun and looks around the rest of the room, alarmed. Sungyeol makes gagging noises, choking on his own blood. I watch the red liquid flood his shirt and I laugh, watching him in a pitiful state. My fist collides against his cheek, just to release my anger. I shove my gun away and also take Sungyeol's guns with me.

"You're avenged, father. Just one down, one more to go." I whisper softly, then my thoughts are killed by loud police sirens. My eyes shoot open and I open the blinds, seeing two police cars pull in the parking lot, heading into the hotel.

"Fuck!" I kick the wall and open up the window, signaling for my guard to follow. I climb out, grab the edge and let myself drop into the bushes. My guard does the same and we immediately run off, separately.

Ken P.O.V

I see the police cars in the parking lot and begin to worry with panic. I run inside and go straight to my room, noticing that I'm following the cops, but I quickly take a detour away from them, so they can't see me. They've been looking for members of the Mafia for years. I'll be arrested with no trial if they see me. I decide to wait it out near my room after the cops are in. They report the dead body and I bounce out of the hotel before any more cops arrive. "Shit. That bastard killed Sungyeol, now he's gonna kill me. How did he find out where I was anyway? Fuck. Looks like I'm alone now." I sigh to myself in fury, my fists clenching.

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