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Chapter 6

The next day after their first intimate encounter, Seonghwa had told Hongjoong that it would be best if he didn't come by that day because he wasn't going to be in town for the day, said he needed to take care of something. But, Seonghwa being the kind of man he was, of course, everything he had said to Hongjoong was a lie.

Seonghwa wasn't even going to be leaving his estate that day. In fact, the "business" he needed to handle was already en route to him anyways.

Seonghwa waited patiently near the front door as he waited for his little surprise to arrive. He didn't have to wait long because two large men in black suits came barging through the front door, tossing a rather lanky male onto the floor with a black cloth over his head

"Ah... Perfect. Just in time." Seonghwa clapped his hands together as he squatted before the male on the floor. "I just so happen to be in a good mood."

Seonghwa reached out and ripped the black cloth of the man's head, flashing a wide smile at the clearly flustered male before him.

"Mr. Harper... I told you we'd see each other very soon. You do understand why you're here correct?" Seonghwa questioned, having a certain demeanor to him that seemed like a predator taunting its prey.

"Go to hell, you sick bastard." Mr. Harper snapped before spitting into Seonghwa's face.

The two large men took a step forward, but Seonghwa held out a hand to signal for them to stop. Seonghwa laughed loudly as he stood up, wiping the spit from his face with a handkerchief he'd pulled from his pants pocket.

"I love the cocky little spit-fucks that come through here," Seonghwa said as he tucked the handkerchief back into his pocket. "More to play with."

Seonghwa suddenly reared his foot back, bringing it forward with all the force he could as his leather boot connected with Mr. Harper's jaw. The male's head flew back roughly, blood spraying from his mouth along with a couple of teeth. The man collapsed onto the ground hard, groaning out in pain as he continued to spit out blood.

"Get this disgusting thing off my floor, take him to the basement and lock him up. Mr. Harper and I need to have a discussion in private." Seonghwa ordered, looking at the blood splatter on his shoe with disgust. "God... This was Italian leather, and here I've ruined it." 

The two men lifted the male from the ground, slipping the black cloth over his head as they proceeded to drag him down the hallway.

"Someone clean this mess up! I don't want to see a speck of blood on the floor when I come back!"Seonghwa shouted to the staff, then followed closely behind his men.

They all made their way down into the basement, walking over to a large, steel-made door secured by a certain passcode. Seonghwa walked up to the keypad as his men waited, punching in the code. The door made a series of clicks as it unlocked, then slowly opened on its own. The tall male stood to the side as he allowed his men to carry Mr. Harper into the room.

It was a small room, only about ten feet by ten feet, the walls lined with various weapons and tools all protected plexiglass displays that also required a passcode to get anything out of them. In the middle of the room sat a metal armchair with built-in wrist and ankle restraints that were already stained with blood from previous use.

The man was thrown into the chair, both of the large men locking his wrists and ankles in place on the chair.

"Thank you kindly, gentlemen. Take the day off, you're both dismissed." Seonghwa dismissed them with a smile, watching the two walk out as they closed the door behind them.

Seonghwa then turned to Mr. Harper, approaching him as he ripped the black cloth off of his head again. The blonde-haired male cocked his head with a wicked smile as he leaned down into the male's face.