Dancing With The Devil

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Namjoon's POV

"Was the information she got, correct?" I asked Hobi as he was typing away on his computer.

"Yeah, I was able to pull up all the Kwon's bank statements. Everything matches up. I looked into the cameras outside the penthouse. Nothing looks suspicious. He doesn't seem to be aware that anything is wrong. She did a good job covering her tracks and damn she wasn't kidding about her photographic memory. She actually knew every single number and recited every word on some documents"

"Except she put Rachel at risk."

"Namjoon-ah, she told Rachel to get out of there and told her about the plan. Rachel was safe no matter what."

"Well she should've stuck to the original plan"

"Then we wouldn't have gotten all this information. It's not like Jiyong would've told her every single one of his transaction numbers and the address of his warehouses. She did a good job."

"Whatever"

"Oh, by the way, Hyunjin has been pretty quiet lately with texting Emrie"

"You think he's onto us?"

"Hm... It's hard to tell. But none of her men have reached out to her about anything. It's like they all stopped at the same time."

"She's been missing for over two weeks now. I'm surprised that no one has noticed her absence. The kid's all alone. No one cares about her"

"I know. That's honestly sad. I'll keep an eye on the cameras anyways"

"Ok good and also the Kwon's have a shipment coming in the docks in three days. I'm thinking of sending Emrie and Taehyungie to snipe them."

"Ok good idea. What equipment do you want for it?"

"They'll take the Audi and use the M16 rifles. Get the camera charged too. We'll have them take pictures of shipments for our files."

"Aye aye captain," Hobi said.

Kwon Jiyong's POV

"What the hell are you doing on the floor man?" Daesung said, leaning against the door frame. My head was pounding. What the hell happened last night?

"I don't know," I said holding my head.

"Were you that drunk?"

"I guess. But I usually don't get like this. Why can't I remember anything from yesterday?"

"Well, I remember. You took Taeyang hyung's chick. She was the hottest one. Did you fuck her?"

"I don't remember. I can't remember anything" I said getting up from the floor and walking out of the bathroom.

"Why is there blood on the shower? Did you beat the bitch up?"

"How many times do I have to say, I don't remember anything?" I said, turning around and looking at a spot of blood on the shower wall. I wasn't bleeding anywhere so it wasn't mine. I walked out of the bathroom and a picture frame was knocked off my nightside, an empty glass of champagne on my desk. Nothing seemed super out of the ordinary. Who was this girl? None of my girls ever leave me in the morning. I always kick them out when I finished with them.

"Seungri's making breakfast so let's go. You could really use something in your stomach" Daesung said, opening the door to my room and leaving.

I changed into something a little more comfortable, throwing my pants onto the floor. There's something that proves someone was here. Her heels laid by my armchair. That means she probably left in a rush. Who's in such a rush that they go into the city barefoot? What is going on?