Chapter 67: Captain and Ghost
Earlier that day
Taesan’s POV
I place the sword on the table, leaning back in my seat, my mask is on and only my eyes are visible.
I don’t want Seoha to see me this way.
"Start" I order and my first...client is pushed into the room, his entire body is shaking as he stumbles in, his small cock swings as he tries to cover up.
A laugh almost slips past my mouth.
Two things might happen to him if he fails me, it’s either that the hands he is using to cover up will end up on the floor, or the cock he is covering up will end up on the floor.
"Start" I say again coldly, spreading my legs to ease my swollen and throbbing cock, the smell of blood and terror knows how to wake the animalistic part of me.
The tiger part...living preys are always the sweetest ones to tear apart.
"C-captain" he stutters and I nod at him, yes, I’m captain, and so what?
"I- I don’t know- I- we" he stutters and I grab the handle of my sword, already offended by him.
He is the president of a music club, a high schooler who enjoys and gets away with assaults.
He got an omega junior pregnant and shoved a pill down her throat...almost ending her life on the spot.
"You don’t know? I don’t know either" I whisper, turning the sword to the other side, the part where I instructed the silversmith to write the word: Justice. Pain. Hope.
"I swear! I swear! Have mercy!" he screams, crying and shaking even harder, the noise only fuels the madness of my alpha, only makes my mouth salivate.
"It won’t hurt, which of the little ones did you say these words to?" I ask and he starts to hyperventilate, eyes rolling back in his head as he begins to convulse.
Huh...I see.
"Tie him up in that corner, when he’s done convulsing, bring him back" I say and my men drags him away...a twenty-one-year-old high schooler with a fake mental issue.
I will give him a real mental issue.
"Where is he?" I ask and the person I came to this place for walks in, he is wearing a hoodie and a nose mask that leaves only his odd eyes visible, he sits in front of me and I nod.
"Ghost"
"Captain"
"What news do you have for me?" I ask him and he hums, "it depends" he says and I growl at him, already on edge from the first man and he keeps his eyes on me.
"Depends on what?" I ask and he pulls a folded paper out of his pocket, sliding it my way casually, he doesn’t look fazed by the growing growl coming from me.
Money.
"Two million won?" I ask and he nods, I stare at the paper once more, he can fucking ask for all my net worth, and I’d fucking dump it at his doorstep if I have to.
"Deal?" he asks and I nod; nothing is too much to give for what I want...
"Yechan, wire it right now" I order and my guard hurries forward, he and Ghost’s personal assistant converse for a few seconds, I watch them with irritation and impatience.
That man had better stop convulsing before I end my meeting.
"Done" Yechan announces and I tilt my head at Ghost, he’s a hard man to find, and the best one at delivering underworld jobs.
"Done" I tell him and he clasps his hands on the table, his index finger is painted black, and I notice a ghost tattoo inside his finger.
"I found nothing" he says flatly and I roar, picking up my sword and holding it at his neck, this bastard.
"HOW DARE YOU!" I yell in his face but he’s rigid, eyes still unbothered and unafraid as he looks at me.
"Kang Hasuel’s grave is unfound, but-" he says and my hand trembles, the sword dropping slightly, making a small and insignificant tear in the hoodie he’s wearing.
"But we have a lead on who killed him, I will give no name until I have evidence..." Ghost says and gets up.
What?
"What do you mean who killed him? I was there when the death happened..." I snarl in the man’s face and he nods slowly.
"And you believe he was just killed?" he asks and I drop the sword from his neck to the table, "he wasn’t?" I ask.
"Hmm, I will reach out to you when it’s time. Don’t waste any time on that high schooler, his father is a chaebol who pays for his son’s misconducts, the government can’t do anything right" he tsks and gets out of the seat.
He doesn’t wait for my permission before leaving the room.
With anger coursing through my veins, I get up and drive my sword into the man that is still faking a convulsion...he can continue his cursed drama in hell.
I don’t get the satisfaction of hearing him scream, but I hear the sharp gasp as my blade slides through him, and I hear the rush of blood flowing.
"Toss his body in front of his father’s pig sty" I order and leave the room too, ripping my mask off as I stumble out.
I move swiftly with my sword and cane in one hand. I get into my car and begin to drive off like a mad man with a cigarette in between my lips.
It’s going to be two decades soon, and I still don’t know where my mother is buried.
My alpha growls as I press down on the pedal, I take a long and careless drag of my cigarette, and my lungs fill with the stinging heat of smoke.
"Shit" I curse as tears fill my eyes and my car skids down the road, almost hitting a streetlight...the smoking isn’t helping, the near-death adrenaline isn’t helping either.
Suddenly the memory of vanilla fills my senses so vivid that I almost taste him on my tongue again, and my alpha knows just what we need, I need Seoha.
I successfully get home without killing myself and get out of the car, leaving my cane but holding the bloodied sword.
Seoha. My little thief. My deer.
Every part of my being is demanding his presence, and I rush up the stairs to find him, breezing past maids and Choyeon.
Him first.
I push open my room door, and he’s not there, I tug off my jacket and tie with one hand before going to his room.
The moment I open the door, I’m hit in the face with the smell of paradise and my entire body relaxes, almost like a pavlovian conditioning.
The sight of him holding my little daughter makes me feel the things I’ve never had the privilege of feeling before. I’m fucked. Ruined.
I’m made for hell, but I just want paradise tonight...just for a bit.
The rest of my clothes are thrown off me, and I drop my sword to the floor before I climb in with him.
I am wearing only my pants, and I spoon him as he spoons my pup.
"Just tonight..." I say softly, and his body shivers in response, he’s awake, but I say my wish without second thoughts...I want him and it’s beyond the throbbing of my hard cock.
"Just tonight, let me hold you like this" I say and I hear his breathing soften.
This isn’t me...yes, I’ll blame it on fucking him last night...he has successfully stolen me.