Chapter Five

Moriah

When I wake up, the shower is running. My whole body feels like I got put through the toughest workout known to man. I relish the ache. Just thinking about how good Jeong-Ki felt inside me makes me want more.

I don't know what I was thinking last night, saying yes.

I'm glad I did.

For a minute I wait for regret to seep in, but nothing changes. I'm just sore and happy as Hell.

The bed next to me is still warm, so it hasn't been long since JK got up. I stand as well, wanting to start a pot of coffee before I take my turn in the shower.

Fuck, even my hips hurt. I didn't know that was a thing. That causes me to stumble and I see I accidentally kicked JK's jeans.

I bend to pick them and all our other clothes up off the floor when something heavy falls to the ground.

A gun.

He has a gun.

My whole body freezes.

Why does he have a mother fucking gun?

A wallet slipped out too, so I bend to pick that up, half-wondering if I let a gang member or random crazy person into my house, into me.

He has a Special Forces badge.

Officer San Jeong-Ki. Seoul precinct. Organized crime.

My intuition isn't always right; I've made some mistakes in the past. But right now I have a bad, bad feeling.

His phone is still in his other pocket, and it's locked but it shows previews of messages.

One is from someone he calls "Sergeant Dickhead".

"Did you find anything on Romano?"

There's more but it's cut off. I've seen all I needed to, however.

Hurt tears rise to my eyes and I blink them back. Men don't deserve to make me cry anymore.

How could I have been so stupid? Lured in by pretty eyes and a charming smile?

He fucked me to get more information on the bar, on me, likely on all my illegal doings that I don't have a fucking choice but to do. I can't risk a gang war between the Sicilians and kkangpae.

Bastard. Utter bastard.

I didn't ask for this life. I'm just trying to survive.

The water shuts off and I don't know what to do. I can't pretend I saw nothing when his gun and wallet are clearly on the floor.

A moment later, he exits my bathroom and walks into the bedroom. A towel is wrapped around his waist, and water droplets cling to his defined abs. His hair is slicked back, wet, and he looks like he belongs in a movie.

"Uh-oh. What happened?" His eyes glance from me to his gun on the floor, and his phone in my hand.

"You didn't think to mention your job?" I ask.

"What? That I used to be an idol?" he says smoothly. I mean, that's probably true. He looks it. But that's clearly not what I'm talking about.

"Don't act like I'm stupid." I shove his phone at his chest. "All I wanted was to tidy your clothes and a fucking gun and badge fell out!"

"So, you also stole my phone because of that?" He arches an eyebrow.

"Maybe I shouldn't have but I had to know if you were a psycho. Maybe the badge was fake," I say. "But no. You're investigating me. Pretending not to know who I am. What did you think? You could make me come a few times and I'd tell you all my dirty secrets ... not that I have any?"

He steps closer and I compensate by taking a step back, but now I'm backed against the end table by the bed.

"Maybe my visiting the bar started out as work. Last night... Last night wasn't work." His eyes are sincere but how can I trust him?

I shake my head. "You still weren't honest with me. For all I know, you could've got up in the night and went snooping through all my things!"

"I didn't."

He steps closer and I have nowhere to run.

"Get out." I want to be assertive but my voice is barely a whisper.

He grins, bending to pick up his gun and my whole body freezes.

"Are you sure you are angry? Or are you turned on just a little?"

The safety is on. I keep repeating that in my mind as he drags the cold metal down my face, my neck, my breast, all the way until it presses against my pussy.

I take a shuddering breath and he laughs.

"That's not fear in your eyes. Why would I turn you in now? I like you like this. We could even have an arrangement..."

"No." My voice rises in volume, but only a little. "Get out. Don't ever come back. You found nothing on me, on my bar. You have no basis for a warrant. And if you return, it'll be the last thing you ever do."

The gun presses against my swollen clit before he withdraws it. "Fine, jagiya. But you haven't seen the last of me. I'll prove it to you: I don't want to put you in jail."

I'm silent, watching as he gets dressed, and I throw on my robe to see him leave. To ensure he doesn't sneak around downstairs.

I'm so glad Sweet Cock-Tails is closed today.

I need to get my head on straight. Plus I have a meeting with the kkangpae. They have money to collect.

After that, honestly? I don't know what to do. Do I tell them about Jeong-Ki? They'll go after him if I do...

My conscience tells me to get rid of Jeong-Ki, but my gut tells me otherwise. Or maybe that's my bleeding heart. I don't know which.

I hate the way the kkangpae make themselves at home. They did it to Phil, and they do it here too.

As soon as the four of them arrive, they're behind the bar, making drinks, making a mess.

I settle up the money quickly, hoping they'll leave, but they linger, insisting I drink with them. Maybe if I have one, they'll go.

After I've had half the glass of vodka and tonic, one of them turns to me, a smile on his face I recognize all too well.

"So, Moriah-ya," he says casually, "we noticed you had an overnight guest last night."

"I'm sorry, is my sex life your business too?" I quip.

They all laugh as if I said the funniest thing ever uttered.

"Well... No," another one comments. "But it is when it's a cop. A well-known co, to boot. I do wonder how an idol became an officer, don't you?"

I stand up and my legs get weak.

"What the Hell?" I say grabbing the bartop before one of the men grab me from behind.

"Officer San Jeong-Ki and the woman who tried getting into our city using the Sicilians' blood money," the first man says. "What star-crossed lovers."

"I kicked him out!" I say. I feel frantic, but my body is sluggish.

They drugged me.

"I love this business, I wouldn't do anything to compromise it!"

One shrugs as he throws me to the floor. "Maybe. Maybe not. But we have to send you, and him, a loud and clear message."

I can't move. Even my eyes are getting blurry. The only upside here is maybe I'll pass out before they hurt me.

I know if I fight, I'll make it worse on myself. But laying here passive makes me livid.

My clothes tear, just enough to expose all the important parts to them.

The first man mounts me and pushes inside with no resistance, even as I do attempt to move and buck him off me. Even if I wasn't drugged, I wouldn't be able to do much damage. The second man holds my head and shoves his cock down my throat, while the other two look on, stroking themselves.

I'm trying to fight. To stay awake and alert. To not give in. But it's so hard; the drug wants to take me under, while self-preservation won't let my brain turn off.

The first man finishes in me and the one in my mouth takes his place, while another replaces him down my throat.

Distantly, though I know it's only a few feet away, logically, there comes a clang and the sound of glass breaking.

Then bullets.

Four.

One by one, the bodies of the men drop to the floor, while blood splatters me from the two who were abusing me.

Each man has an identical bullet hole in his head.

My vision swims as I try to stand, in case whoever this is wants to kill me too.

I don't want to die like this.

A shadow looms over me and Jeong-Ki is there, though hazy.

"Jagi," he says, looking me over. "It's okay. You're safe now. I've got you."