Fake Love

Chapter 23

RMs POV:

"No, you can't!!" He sobs, throwing himself at me, trying to get a good scratch in. It's a weak attempt, one that I easily predict and therefore stop him before he even gets a chance to. "I won't allow you!" He continues, screaming and crying. He's red, swollen eyes looking at me, pleading, begging. 

"Please, please don't do this".

I'm stone faced, unable to show any emotion or sympathy for him before I throw him. He bounces on the bed, an 'oof'sound leaving his plump, kissable lips before he gets up and stares at me. I glare back, making him cower under my gaze, growling. He backs up to the corner of the room knowing very well who's the dominant one in this relationship.

"You can't stop me Jin! Not now!" I practically roar, charging towards him. Kneeling, I trap him in my gaze, making all his worries go away for a moment. Kissing him. His lips warm and puffy, perfectly molding with mine like they were made for each other.

The lock clicks in place. A hand coming out to punch me, but I stop his futile attempt at causing me pain. "I hate you!" he snarls, grimacing the disgust he currently feels for me. I had to. I can't have him running around, jeopardizing this mission. My life's mission, my destiny. "I won't let you ruin this!" I growl back, watching him build up the courage to snare back at me.

"I won't let you! You can't do this to me!" he trashes around, kicking the chain confining him to the corner of the room. I laugh, making him even angrier, but I can't help it. He looks adorable trying to break free. "I can," I point out, losing the smile. "You're mine Jinnie. You belong to me. The moment you stepped foot into that place you signed the contract. I can do whatever I want with you and your friend and you can't stop me!" I hiss, watching his heart break after every word.

I've been nothing but good to him since the day we met. Loved him, cared for him and protected him. He knows it's genuine and I have always meant it when I said that he means the world to me. But this thing, this plan, my revenge; it beats my love for Jin. I have such a strong desire to see that man in pain that even my Jinnie can't stop me.

He sobs, pulling me away from my thoughts. "Was it ever real?" he asks, surprising me, shocking me.

What does he mean by that?

"Did you ever really love me?" he cries, hiding his face in his hands. I bend, taking him into my embrace even when he protests. "Why do you say such things," I scold him, feeling my heart ache and body hurt. "Of course, it was, it still is, but this Jinnie; I have to do this. You need to understand that this has to be done," "But you promised," he accuses. I don't answer. I did promise, I broke that promise and with it, his trust.

Was it really necessary?

Of course, it was! It still is! Anger drives the guilt and compassion out of me. I forcefully kiss his forehead, a bit too harsh before I let him go. Walking towards the door I don't turn, my hand resting on the handle. "You're my property Jin! You will do as I say!" I growl, leaving him with words like daggers to his heart. He will never forgive, I know that, but I don't care anymore.

This is way too important.

I quickly make my way towards my office, knowing several of my men are waiting for me. Jeon would want an explanation as to why I have gone soft. Soft? Me? I had to bolt, I had to deal with my little fireball before he ruined everything. Jeon knows that, but I will still hear him complaining about it. I don't care. As long as he has done his part of the plan, I don't care anymore.

The door opens with too much force, the men inside flinching as I enter. I ignore them, watching them from my sideview waiting for orders. Jeon has the menacing grin plastered on his face. His proud, meaning his done a good job. "And?" I ask, sitting down in my chair, taking a breather and a fag at the same time. The smoke goes straight to the ceiling fan, moving in motion with it.

"He's all Vs," Jeon states proudly. "The video is on the memory stick just as you wanted," he finishes, placing the device on the desk in front of me. "Good," I blow out another drag, coughing in the process before turning to Min. He eyes me up and down, waiting for commands. "The shipment?" I ask, anticipating. "A day away," He grins. "V has to work miracles if he's gonna get the job done in time," I nod my head. I expect much from him, but then again, I have seen V do the impossible.

"He won't disappoint. If Jeon has done his job properly, it will be easy for him." I grin, watching Jeons smile turn upside down. He snarls. The bipolar bastard showing through. "Do you doubt me?" he asks, smiling. 

Innocent looking psychopath. 

He cocks his head to the side, anticipating, his hand suddenly bleeding.

"I would never," I smile in return, handing him my handkerchief. He quickly cleans his knife, then the wound on his hand where he just cut himself. 

"I need you both sharp and ready for the next coming days," I command, watching them both groan in annoyance. That means no drugs for Min and no torture for Jeon. They know the drill, but they still complain every time. I dismiss them, watching Min pop a pill as he opens the door and I know Jeons gonna quickly head out for some final fun.

Whatever floats their boat, I guess. They have never disappointed me before so I don't see why they would do it know.

I finish my second cigarette before quickly skimming through Jeons video. He doesn't let me down. I grin, watching the pale, petrified little kitten crawl in on himself as Jeon finishes his last victim.

With a third cigarette in my hand and a glass of whiskey on my desk, I pick up the landline, dialing the number I have memorized the last couple of days. Grinning when he picks up, I let the silence suffocate him as I blow smoke towards the ceiling, leaving my fag by the ash tray.

"Hello Park!"