His To Control ✔

EPILOGUE

"Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
You are looking at me like you don't know who I am
Blood on my shirt, heart in my hand
Still beating"

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"Where is your boss? We have been waiting for so long for him to show up." A man with an eyepatch glanced at me when I entered into the meeting room. The rest of the others stood up from the seat and settled back in when I sat on the chair at the front of them.

It has been five years. Five years since we ran away from Korea. No one knows about our hideouts as we changed some details about us. And things turned out to become just as he promised.
Yes, there were some ups and downs and some clowns like that guy who don't know what they are talking about, but we worked it out.

"He is busy so I will be taking the decisions on his behalf." I politely spoke up in Japanese. No matter how much I wanted to shove a knife down his throat, I couldn't because he and his men were here to make a deal on some weapons. It wasn't that important but still it would be useful in the future.

"Seriously?! We wait for nearly one hour and he doesn't even thinks about just coming for a minute. And sending his whore to do such stuff is even more pathetic." The eye patch man abruptly stood up from his seat. The guards immediately stepped towards him with their katanas but I signalled them to let it be and go out of the room.

"Yada, Yada. Call me whatever you want. Do what you are here for and leave." I tried to maintain my level of the voice. Another man, who I guess was his partner stood up from his seat and politely brought a file towards me. I thanked him and took it. The eyepatch man seemed to get agitated because of that.

"What does that boy thinks he is? And you stop worshipping that bitch like she is your boss." The eyepatch man started to walk towards me while yelling at his partner.

"Let me treat you like how people like you are supposed to be treated." He tried to grab a hold of me but one of the committee members blocked him. He immediately took out a knife from his pocket and stabbed the man who was still blocking his path. Blood was splattered around the floor and the table. I still stayed at my place while the others were in panicked state.

He pulled his hand out to reach for my arm but before he could grab it, his hand was sliced off of his limb. He shouted and held on to his bleeding fore arm.
"Still thinking about touching her?" I heard a voice speak up from beside me. The man was trembling in pain but the big rock which was there instead of his brain made him double the idiot he was.
"You had no rights to stop me. Even though you are the boss, that doesn't mean that whore is-" before he could complete his sentence his whole arm was sliced off. He shouted at the peak of his voice.

"You have got guts to disrespect her. But that isn't appreciated here. Do you know what I did to a person who tried to touch her?" I turned my head to see Chanyeol standing beside me with a bloody katana in his one hand. He looked back at me and smiled. His black suit was painted with splashes of red because of that man's blood. He ran a hand through his newly dyed gray hair.

"Don't do that. He didn't do anything. Let's just complete this boring meeting." I gave him a pleading look.
"Huh..you are too lenient. But no, I can't let Mr. Ohara go so easily. He needs to learn his lesson." Chanyeol turned his head to glare at the eye patch man, Ohara.

"What do you think should be done with him?" Chanyeol rested his katana on his shoulder and looked at the people who were in the meeting.
"Don't you think chopping off his arm was more than enough?" I raised my eyebrow. I felt a bit of pity towards that Ohara man or whatever. If he knew about our rules and policies, this wouldn't have happened.