Chapter Nine #2
“Are you In-Su?” I ask in Korean.
His smile fades rather quickly and he sits back in his seat.
“Who is asking?” he asks, still in Korean.
“I am.” I say.
“Are you known as Prez?” he asks.
“No, he is.” I reply, pointing at Dad. “But he doesn’t speak Korean like I do so you will be talking with me.”
“Oh, I see, let’s go to my office.” In-Su said.
Clapping his hands the girl stops dancing and leaves the booth along with some of the men In-Su was with.
I scoot out of the booth and follow In-Su to his office with the gang following me.
It’s a spacious office with a minifridge, a display of rare Korean plates that is probably worth millions by now, and more.
“Ah, those plates belonged to my hardworking mother so I keep them here to remind me of what hard work can get you.” In-Su says.
I guess in every tough guy there’s a soft side and this is his... and I’m not judging because if I cared about my parents and grieved them I probably would have some type of memorabilia in my room but my parents were assholes and it’s whatever.
“Nice.” I nod.
“So, since we’re in a private room let’s talk business.” In-Su says in English. “You’ll need to forgive me for I’m not fluent in English but I will speak what I know.”
Prez walks to the open seat on the other side of the desk and sits.
“As you may already know we have been sent here... or rather threatened to come here to collect money for the Valentinos.” Prez says.
“Ugh, the Valentinos I can’t stand those...” he converts to Korean again as he continues the sentence with one word. “Assholes.”
Prez looks at me and I just shake my head once, telling him it’s nothing to worry about.
I got this if anything said is disrespectful I’ll make sure I put some respect back on his tongue, going to whatever lengths it may take.
I’m wondering why they dislike the Valentinos but I don’t want to be told a bedtime story, I might actually fall asleep like I’m five again.
“Let me guess, he wants his money from me?” In-Su asks in English.
Prez nods.
“It was three hundred thousand dollars.” In-Su mumbles.
“No.” Prez simply says. “It’s more than that.”
“A lot more.” Flit adds.
“Oh?” In-Su says.
He looks me directly in my eyes and speaks in Korean.
“And how much did he tell you guys I owed him?” he asks.
“Nine hundred million.” I respond in Korean.
“That motherfucker is lying, it’s only three hundred thousand dollars!” In-Su exclaims.
Prez gives me a questioning look.
“I’ve got this.” I mouthed to him.
He just simply nods.
“Hold on, let me go get the money, I’ll be right back.” In-Su says in English.
He rushes out the office, leaving us alone.
“... Something about this seems... off.” Flit says.
“Yeah, how so?” Prez asks.
“It just seems...” Flit begins, searching for the right phrase.
“Too easy.” We both say in unison.
We look at each other and Flit smiles.
“Exactly.”
The door opens and men come flooding in with their guns pointed at us, In-Su entering last.
“No deal, sorry.” He speaks in Korean.
“What the fuck is this?” Prez asks, standing up.
“Valentino isn’t welcome here and neither is his goons.” In-Su says, still speaking Korean.
I storm over to him and all the guns point to me as I grab him by the collar of his shirt and lift him above my head. His men are fucking stupid, they should have shot me by now because now I can use their boss as a human shield against their bullets.
“We don’t fucking work for Valentino, the fucker threatened us to come get this money, now either you hand it over because we didn’t travel to this damn city for nothing or we forcibly take it.” I growl in Korean.
In-Su smiles.
“You and what army?” he asks.
Before I could say anything a shot is fired and In-Su’s blood is dripping all over my head from the gaping hole smack dab in the center of his forehead.
His men look around confused as I drop the corpse to the floor.
Near me is a life-sized statue of a woman in a skimpy bikini suit with a life-sized fishing pole.
She’s molded as if she’s some porn star, pretending to fucking fish.
I hate fucking porn and the fake ass porn stars.
Taking the fishing pole out of the woman’s hands I quickly clock the man nearest to me in the temple with it.
Blood spurts out of his head and onto me as he falls to the ground.
Before I could grab his gun other men shoot at me and I do my best to dodge them, one bullet flying three centimeters from my ear.
The gang begins to fight the other men while I focus on the men trying to attack me.
Spinning around in a crotched position I kick a man, knocking him over.
He fumbles with his gun and I take it before he has it in his hands correctly.
I then shoot him in the head. I shoot another guy in the neck, he falls to the ground holding his wound.
I go to shoot another man but the gun is out of bullets.
Lousy motherfuckers didn’t even take time to care for their damn guns? !
Groaning I run over to my next victim and swing the gun at his ribs before he shoots AZ who is busy choking out a guy.
Bones crack which tells me I broke a few of his ribs, excellent.
I take this moment to snatch his gun from him and shoot him.
Grabbing the fishing pole again I pull the string from it and swing it at a man across the room, trying to attack Flit.
The hook of the string hooks onto the attackers eye.
I yank on the string, pulling the mans eyeball out.
He shouts in pain as his eyeball rolls on the floor, the fishing hook still in it.
One man punches me in the side at the same time I hear screaming and gunshots happening out in the club area as more men filter in.
Chill Pepper and Neon must be inside. I turn to the fucker who punched me and grab him by the throat.
I run him into a wall, knocking all the air out of him.
I pin him there and use my free hand to punch him anywhere I can, chest, stomach, ribs, thigh, balls, face.
He balls up to where I can’t punch where it really hurts so I spin him around and throw him into the nearest glass enclosure.
The glass breaks and one thick shard splits his neck open, his body goes limp.
Grabbing a gun from a corpse I use it to break a mans legs, swinging left and right until his legs look like cooked noodles.
I then place the gun in his hollering mouth and pull the trigger, he falls, dead.
Neon and Chill Pepper run in, dressed in blood with their guns out and ready to attack.
“What the fuck happened?” Chill Pepper asks.
Prez whips an extension cord the end of it hitting the temple of the last man standing.
I saw electricity pop out the cord as soon as it hits the guys temple so he falls to the ground, electrocuted.
I look at the guy and walk over to him. It’s the man who took our weapons.
Crouching down I lean into his ear as his body shakes.
“I told you with or without weapons we’d kick your ass now look at you.” I say in Korean.
I then take the gun from the nearest guy and shoot him between his eyes.
“I should have let him electrocute some more.” I mutter in English.
Flit chuckles.
“So no money I’m assuming.” Chill Pepper asks.
“Search the damn place the money is here somewhere.” Prez says.
“I don’t think so.” Neon said.
We all look at her.
“Yeah me neither.” Flit agrees.
“And why do you think that?” Prez asks.
“I mean look at what just happened and the money difference.” Flit said.
“Yeah... from three hundred thousand to nine hundred million that’s a big jump.” AZ says.
“A helluva jump.” Chill Pepper comments, putting her gun away.
A guy groans, trying to crawl like a zombie and Neon doesn’t hesitate to shoot him in the spine.
“I don’t think there was money to be given.” Flit said.
“It was a fucking trap set to kill us because Valentino’s son sent us in his fathers name, knowing he and his family is not liked here, made us look like we work for him so people will try to kill us.” AZ said. “And I made us fall for it, fuck!”
“Also... even though we don’t speak Korean the guy at the front door was speaking to us in the language with a smug look on his face like he knew something we didn’t.” Neon said.
“The fucker tried to kill us!” Chill Pepper exclaims.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl, stepping closer to my sister.
I know she’s very capable of handling herself when the time comes but I can’t fight off the urge to check her for any wounds and to make sure she’s alright physically. She smirks as I caress her cheek.
“Calm down big boy, I’m alright.” She says.
I look her in the eyes with seriousness in my tone as I speak,
“Did you fucking kill him?”
“You know I did.” She responds. “The key word was tried.”
“Good.” I nod firmly.
“Well... I’m not leaving here with nothing.” Prez says, beginning to search the place. “Search the damn club, look for anything that has value, we didn’t come all this way just to barely make it out of here with our lives!”
We nod and disperse throughout the club.
We look under booths, go upstairs, check behind the mirrors in the bathrooms. Flit eventually finds our weapons that was taken from us and hands them back.
I was so relieved to have my baby back in my possession.
About an hour later I’m agitated and I pull out my gun and begin shooting holes in the wall in one of the upstairs bathroom.
Walking out the restroom I go back downstairs and begin to shoot at the main stage.
My ears perk up at a pinking sound. Frowning I shoot at the same spot again and the I hear the sound again.
“The fuck is that?” Neon asks, looking at me, leaving her task alone.
I shrug. She pulls out her gun and shoots around where I did and we hear the same sound again. She looks at me.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” she asks.
“I’m thinking it’s a safe.” I state.
“Me too.”
I put my gun away and pull some of the damaged material apart. I see our bullets in something metal. So I get down on my knees and really get dirty uncovering what appears to me to be a safe.
“What’d you find?” Prez asks.
“Help me and we’ll find out.” I say.
Prez gets on his knees and helps me rip open the stage until we’ve freed the safe. I pull my gun out and shoot the lock, the door popping open and wads of cash falling out.
“Shit!” Prez says.
“Fucking gorgeous.” I mutter.
Neon walks up behind me and gawks at all the cash on the floor and inside the safe.
“Fuck Valentino, this money is ours.” Prez says.
My mind strays to the beauty I have in the hotel room and I pull out my phone to look at the city’s security cams, specifically the hotels security cams and my blood turns to lava.
A guy dressed in all black is having a full-on fist fight with Grey Eyes in the back of the hotel.
Grey Eyes punches the guy and tries to run but the guy recuperates and quickly catches Grey Eyes.
The camera captures the mans face and he looks Hispanic.
Fuck! They know he’s here and now they fucking want him. Problem is he’s not theirs to claim!
“Fuck!” I shout.
Everyone turns to look at me.
“What?” Flit asks.
“I have to go.” I said, my eyes adverting back to the phone.
Grey Eyes is unconscious and is being kidnapped. I storm towards the clubs door Neon and Flit following me.
“Wrath, what the fuck is going on?” Flit asks.
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Neon adds.
Ignoring them I grab my helmet and quickly put it on, not bothering to snap it in place and start the engine to my bike. I flip the visor up and turn to my sister and Flit.
“If you’re coming you’re coming to help if not then stay here and stay out my fucking way!” I tell them before flipping my visor down and driving out the parking lot.
Not only do I have the Mexican mafia to deal with now I have to deal with a Mexican gang that has a warrant out on Grey Eyes’ head.
He shouldn’t have helped that man at the mall, because now that he did there’s a darkness coming after him, and he’s so fucking clueless to the fact that he’s dead the minute the darkness catches him to swallow him. .. whole.