❝Only us two, your hand in my hand, a starry night and the city around us.❞
What was once the deepest desires of her soul is now a faded memory, for she has sworn herself: No more guns. No more drugs. No more mafia.
... no Lee Taeyong.
This story...
(Since it's been a long time that I updated, I wanted to post a short summary of the primary events so far; kinda like the recap sequence at the beginning of a new episode in every tv show. I only included the present time and not the flashbacks. This chapter might be updated or deleted in the future.)
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PREVIOUSLY ON AUTUMN KILLED
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"How the hell did the mafia find me?"
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"Take my offer, you get your money and in the end, our ways separate again."
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"Many things have changed. I know that whatever happened in the past has changed our lives forever. You are probably traumatized and maybe feel guilty, I can understand that well because it's the same with me, you know. We promised not to talk about it ever again and I'm keeping that promise, but... you are still you, Cami. You're still the strong and independent girl I grew up with and I really, really, really need you for this mission. You're the only one I trust. Please come back. Just for 2 weeks."
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"Nakamoto Yuta. Sources have informed us that he might not be as environmentally friendly as he lets on. He might even be producing a biochemical weapon."
"Biochemical weapon? What kind?"
"Most likely a virus or disease. We need to get our hands on whatever he's working on. Your mission is to get close to him, preferably really close."
"I won't sleep with him."
"My dear Cami, we're talking about outbreaks, death and mass murder. You will have to do what's necessary."
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"Mr. Nakamoto!" I approached him, slowly extending my hand, "It's a pleasure meeting you. I'm-"
"Miss Carmen Cain," he took my hand and stepped closer to me, "The pleasure is all mine."
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"So, this upcoming weekend I'm going to Busan for a press conference, and I was thinking, if you have time, maybe you would like to join me?"
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"We're not partners, Lucas, we're two people, working together against our will."
"Against your will, Carmen. Not mine. I think this is a great opportunity for us."
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"It might sound strange to you, but Nalin is actually a part of our team."
"How could you!? She's crazy and can't be trusted!"
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"In the end, he's living his life while you obviously aren't able to move on from the past!"
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"Oh my God, Ten!"
"Yo man, you're back?"
"I heard my favorite is in town, of course, I'm back!"
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"Oh shit!"
"What is it?"
"Bad news. TY's coming here."
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"No, Cami, don't go."
"What do you mean don't go?!"
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"BITCH YOU'RE DEAD!"
"Jeno, don't!"
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"Is that how you treat a lady?"
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"In this area, you eat or be eaten. Take this gun and protect yourself."
"You have no obligation to me."
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"Do you think after a long night and everything that's going on I felt like driving around and collecting you from the bar and preventing you from getting shot?"
"Are you serious, Taeyong? Who the hell asked you to do that? Your sick puppets have apparently called you – for whatever reason – when they saw me here. Why? Do you still pay them to let you know when they see me around?"
"If you do some fucked up shit behind my back, I'll make sure to find out what kinda shit that is. Believe me."
"Some fucked up shit. Behind your back... Taeyong, doing some fucked up shit behind your back would mean that this is somehow about you. That you could have anything to do with it that I'm here. Because my shit really isn't your business and the only reason I'm facing you right now is your fellow friend Mark. I'm following his request, but I'm doing this mission for me. But believe me, I really have other worries, as to waste even a single thought about how I could somehow harm you. You seem to think too much and too important about yourself. And, I'm really sorry that I have to destroy your illusion now, but you are not."
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"You can't even cross a goddamn street without getting almost killed."
„I... I was lost in thought."
He said nothing, but he didn't let go of my arm as we crossed the street. Even after he had almost forcibly taken me into his car – instead of mine – he made no sound. But despite the silence, I could clearly sense his inner struggle, which he fought with himself. His muscles tensed almost every minute, he sighed occasionally and ran his fingers through his hair. I could clearly see that he wanted to talk to me and ask me a lot more, but I did nothing to free him from this unrest. Maybe he was worried somehow and had just selected the wrong words earlier. Still, I couldn't just accept that he, despite everything, did assume that it could be somehow about him.
