Killa follows the Boss behind while he's holding the cake on the left side and her hand on the right side as they head to his room upstairs. Killa is quiet and tries to understand why he is so angry.
Boss puts the cake on the table before he turns his face around to see her. "You don't like it? I'm sorry, Boss. I didn't text you or call you because I was busy preparing the party for you. You give me so much already. So, I really don't know what to give you. I'm–I'm–hic–hic. I'm sorry that you hate it so much, hic–hic," she bursts out in tears.
Killa never cries for anyone except the man before her. And this isn't the first time. When it comes to Eamon, she has a fragile spot for him.
In the past few months, she hasn't slept much and is very busy with her project, and her emotions are more delicate than ever. There's something about his secret that she never asked and never acknowledged. It feels so far away.
Then Boss hurries to kiss her, "I love it, I love everything," he says sincerely from his heart. Seeing her cries isn't the outcome he is expecting.
"Then why you—" Killa gazes at him,
"I just want to be with you alone. I know that you intend to do the surprise. I'm really sorry that I chased them out, but I want to be with you, only two of us." Boss explains while holding both her cheeks that it is getting too pink. "So, I can kiss you."
She starts to pause her emotions. "You don't hate it?" She asks him to be sure. She's very insecure about everything when it comes to him.
"Never," Boss says,
Eamon kisses her again and says to her not to cry. He wipes her tears, which he has never seen before. He kind of hates himself because he is the one who makes her sad. He kisses her gently and deeply, and he is still thinking about the words that his assistant has said to him. It's not just Killa who is insecure about him; he's also worried and very concerned about her. Both of them don't want to be apart from each other and are afraid—scared that the other is going to leave them behind.
"Please try it for me?" Killa says softly between the pauses in their kiss.
"You mean right now?" He says lightly. He wants to keep kissing her on the lips rather than on the cake, but looking into her periwinkle eyes that sparkle like the winter season makes his knees weak. "Alright," he says, cutting the edge big enough to be a full spoon. He opens his mouth and takes all of it. The cream covers all his lips and falls to his chin.
"Hehe," she notices and chuckles with joy. She wipes the rest on his chin and looks up into his eyes, waiting for the answer.
"It tastes amazing," he says,
"Don't lie to me, Boss." She says with her beautiful glare.
"Then why don't you—" He puts his lips against hers, opens his mouth, and lets his tongue get inside. All the cream covers their lips, and the taste of the sweetness runs into her mouth. She's startled, and her heart's pounding like crazy. The rush and the romantic side of him are very unexpected, and she really loves it. She licks all over the cream on his tongue and sucks everything on his lips. Turns out to be Eamon, the one who is startled, and every part of his body is evoked. He breathes slowly and tries to calm his nerves, so he pulls away his lips. He gazes at her, seeing that her raspberry lips are almost swollen.
'Did I kiss her too hard?' He thinks and bites his lower lip.
"You're right…" she says, holding his face closer. It's amazing," she says, about to kiss him again.
She kisses him as she wants to eat him more than the cake she provided to him. It's his birthday anyway; any gift that Eamon adores the most must be the love from the sensual and alluring young lady before him, who is tempting him to the dark red fire at this moment.
"Ha—" Eamon breathes out. "Killa—" he says lightly and holds her face up, locking her neck, and kisses her again and again. "I miss you so much," he says while the hot tip of tongues touches each other lightly.
Killa kisses gently on the tip of his tongue; his face is all red, and so is hers. Then she caresses his hard chest down to his hard abs and lower to the hard middle part of his leg. She touches as he sucks all over her neck. Then she unzips the pants for him; he halts his lips and breathes the hot air out against her neck again. Then he takes out his belt by himself and lets her take the hardest part of his body out of his pants.
"Ha—ha," he breathes shortly, trying to control his emotions. Killa looks up at Eamon to see his face, and he looks right back, deeply calling her name with his eyes, and he holds her face to kiss her lips again. Killa lets his lips crush her, and Eamon lets her softest hand crush his part. His cock is buffer and bigger every time she stimulates it. Killa slowly pulls her away from him and, slowly on her knees, "Killa—" he says her name. "What are you—Ha,"
Then she puts his cock inside her mouth. Even though it's just the tip of it, he still feels aroused like this. Killa kisses, licks, and sucks every part of that big hard part of him. It's very hard for her to take all of it inside. "Killa…" he says as she looks up to him. His face is all red, and his shirt is almost all wet. He holds her chin as her lips are touching the tip of his cock. "I can't handle it anymore," he says lightly as he pats her head, touching her hair and sliding down to her lips and chin.
"Yes?" Killa removes her plump lips and says, "I'm all yours," encouraging him to be bold to her and let everything loose this time.
"Ha—I'm sorry," he says, and then he grabs her tiny head gently but aggressively enough to push her face against his part and let his cock finally inside her mouth entirely. Killa grabs both his wrists so hard as they can leave the scratch of her nails on them. She closes her eyes, and the pressure inside makes it difficult for her to breathe. It feels like her mouth is tearing apart. She sneakily opens her eyes to see the man who is enjoying every bit of his inside her mouth, making her feel roused as well. She both licks and sucks all over it while he moves his own. "haaa—gosh," he cries deeply in his throat. "Ha—" and he moves even faster and faster and suddenly, "ha—" he pulls his weapons out of her mouth slowly, and all the creamy cream spreads out inside her mouth and over her lips. "Ha—I'm sorry—I'm sorry—Killa, I'm sorry," he's a bit shocked at how much his cream is out and how tough he did to her. Kila uses her tongue, wipes the cream on her lips, keeps it inside her mouth, and swallows everything. "Killa—" Eamon carries her up, holds her closer, and uses the edge of his shirt to wipe and clean the rest of her face, chin, neck, and chest. "I'm sorry—"
"I've never thought—" she says, and his face starts to get pale. "it's bigger than when you're inside me."
He widens his eyes instantly, "Killa, I," he grabs her waist and, pulls again his body and locks her inside. "I'm sorry,"
"Or perhaps my mouth is too small, hehe," she chuckles, and the tears come out a bit.
"I won't do it anymore if you don't like it," he says gently,
"Heh," she chuckles, "I like everything if it's you," she says with a sneaky smile.
"Ha—" he gasps and kisses her lips gently, "It's still my birthday," he says lightly, gazing into her eyes and lips, "Can I?" he asks,
"Can you what?" She asks while holding him by his neck,
"Properly—do it," he says, then she smiles,
"I told you, I'm all yours," she says, and then he kisses her smoothly and harshly enough to show that it isn't enough for him. He kisses with his tongue and sucks all over her lips and neck. He carries her up and lets her cross her legs behind his waist. "Ah—Eamon, slo—slowly," He kisses her nonstop as his left-hand holds her thigh, glides to her bottom, and touches her tiny hole. "Ha—Don't," she says, but his fingers aren't stopping. He touches it in a circular motion and slides to the front to the real deal, that water has already come out.
"You say you are all mine—I will do whatever I want," he says in an intimidating way; his eyes show his deep blue ocean that is scary and calm at the same time, and Killa is surely drawn to them every time she looks right into them.
"Ha—yes," she says lightly and kisses him.
On another new day in Zealand, Killa lives her life as an ordinary person. She hasn't thought about the day she went home to Southland, but she admits to herself that something wasn't right about her first brother, Yeongho. He planned and betrayed Zadkiel, her man—was, for what? Did he have a beef with him, or just want to stab her back to make her feel something? For whatever reason, she tries not to overthink or recall the past in her head since she wants to enjoy the present with Eamon, but deep down, she prays that it will be the end of it.
Killa must finish her first project at University and send it on that day. She's been out late, and the sky decides to pour water that night. She looks outside the window, seeing the rain through her own reflections. Then she texts Boss not to wait for her.
'It must be nice...' Killa thinks, watching the rain pour hard.
After completing her project and submitting it, she leaves the University, and the rain is still pouring. She decides to wait a little bit. She puts her palm out and lets the cold, tiny drops fall on her hand, feeling the harsh attack but delicate at the same time. And then everything goes dark.
"She's awake." A guy's voice.
"So, that is her. She's more beautiful than in the picture...and more sexier, too." The other guy, who is wearing a quite expensive watch, says, leaning and touching her hair.
"Get off me". Killa says,
"Oh, she can speak. I thought she was a doll or something." The guy, number one, who wearing the watch, keeps observing her. "How can a normal student like you be involved with him?" he asks,
'Him?' She thinks without showing her expression.
"You seduced him, didn't you...but why? Is he your type? Scary, old dude, or because of money?" The guy number two assumes things about Killa and denounces her.
"I don't want to interrupt your boring speaking---but I don't fucking know what are you talking
about," Killa says calmly,
"Ah—are you sure, baby?" The guy number one asks in a harassing way
"I'm not your baby," Killa says,
"Yes, but you are Lain's baby, Aren't you?" He is teasing her by grabbing her chin.
'Lain? I thought he talked about Boss.' Killa thinks and then pulls her face away from the dirty hand.
"Eamon Lain," The guy number one says the full name.
'Boss?' Killa tries to keep hushed.
"Now you know what I am talking about, right, baby?" His smile is even creepier.
Eamon is still waiting at the Café, worrying because it's getting darker and darker and raining hard. Killa hasn't texted him back, so he decides to visit her apartment. There's no answer or sound from her. He sees Killa's friend, Maki and assumes that Killa might still be at the University. But there's no one, even her shadow. He is getting upset and bitter; something doesn't feel right. And he presumes the worst. He calls his assistant to find her immediately. Eamon starts to get sick to his stomach. See the white color in his eyes more than the usual dark blue. He can't even think about the idea of her being gone again.
Someplace
Thud!
The guy number two punches her to make her call Eamon here, but she refuses.
"You are really not a normal girl...if a girl was kidnapped, she was supposed to cry out loud and Ahh—screaming and do what it takes to get out of here safely." He looks at her curiously, mixing with annoyance.
"Why don't you?" he asks,
"That's not my style." Killa turns to look at that guy, saying soothingly.
"Hahahahaha," He laughs so hard, "then what is your style?" He asks.
"What do you want from him?" Killa changes the conversation.
"I told you I want him to be here."
"For what?" She asks,
"If you wanna know, then call him to be here."
"What did he do to you?" She starts to be the interviewer.
The guy number two sighs heavily. "You're asking too many questions," he says with an annoying face.
Then the phone rings and he picks up the phone. He's scolded based on his reaction during the phone call, so he's quite irritated. He hangs up and walks to Killa, then punches her again.
Thud!
"If you don't call him here, I'll do whatever I want to you right here right now because you're pissing me off." He glares at her eyes.
She turns her bruised face to him again, "What do you want from him?" She doesn't care about his warning and keeps asking.
He's staggered, "You are getting on my nerves." He uses his anger, pushing her down, lying on the floor, unbuttons her shirt, and then she uses her leg to attack his face; then he grabs both her legs and widens her legs out, moving his body closer to her. "I think I might know why the King of Mafia, like Lain, is into you so bad." He says while severely grabbing her legs
'King of Mafia?' Killa thinks.
"Now I want to know more." He takes off his belt.
Ding!
Eamon gets a text from his assistant, 'I know where she is—it's Arcel.'
They're rushing to Killa's location. Eamon and his assistant attack, shoot, and kill the men outside like a piece of cake and hurriedly get inside. Eamon sees her in the middle of the unexpected scene. They both see her almost kill all the men, except the guy number two, who wears the watch. And that guy is going to punch her, and then Eamon approaches her immediately and gets shot slightly on his body, but he doesn't even care. He raises his hand, squeezes that guy's neck really hard, and pushes the gun away.
Eamon's menacing look looks right at him without saying anything.
Killa watches her man astoundingly and sees his shoulder is bleeding. "You hurt."
Eamon doesn't hear her. "What do you want? Why are you doing this?" he asks, the man in his grip.
"We co—me here—arg—to warn you," That guy's struggling.
"I told you already I don't intend to return or be in that place again." Eamon groans in his throat.
"It's because of her, isn't it? Then why do you come all over there, not once, not twice? You stay low for like 2 or 3 years already." He's still talking, no matter how hard to let the voice out of his throat.
"Boss..." Killa calls and touches his face to turn to her; his look is almost despairing at this moment. Then he releases the energy; he is relieved to see her.
He notices the bruises and blood on her face and the shirt that is unbuttoned, revealing her lace bra. "Did he..." He starts to get even more upset. He puts down his hand, pulls out his gun instead, and points at him.
"Boss," Killa calls him again,
"If you want to warn me, just tell me directly. You shouldn't drag her into this...one of all people you choose, my only heart." He says it with an infuriated face and an enraged voice. They're both stunned. "I'm the one warning you, Arcel," That man's shocked. "I know you're watching...I'm coming to you,"
Pow!
And then Eamon shoots that man.
Eamon takes her outside the madness, takes off his coat, and covers her body without saying anything, only the gloaming on his face.
"You're bleeding; you should go to the hospital." Killa is worried.
"No," he says
"It's a shot, not a knife scratch." Killa's being sarcastic. Then he looks at her eyes instead of her lips. "Then let me do it...please?" she begs,
He softens his darkness, and he nods. Joe," he calls his assistant's name.
"Yes, Boss. I'll take care of this. Miss Killa, please take care of my Boss."
The assistant says back, and Killa nods to him.
Back to Esmon's room with the red blood that ran out of his shoulder, as well as Killa's bruises on her beautiful face. She's doing the stitches on his scar in silence.
"I never ask you about the past, Boss, because I know that you don't want to talk about it, so I don't mind at all, but I think maybe it's time for you to speak out." Killa breaks the quiet situation.
'Maybe it's time,' He thinks painfully, not because of the scar but speaking his past to her. He'll never know that the love of his life will be able to handle his truth. "What do you want to know?" he asks,
"Everything…I want to know everything about you, Boss. But you can tell me only the part you want me to know. I'm not going to force you." She says.
"I tell you...everything," he says, looking at her.
"Then let's start with your real name," she says, pausing her movement. "Why do they call you Lain? And the king of the mafia?"
"My real name is Eamon Lain Acker. In that industry, people call me Eamon Lain," he says,
Eamon told her of his unforgettable past. Why he became incapable of hearing, what he did, and who he was. The king of the mafia who had power all over the country. He was planning to leave that life for a while, and at that time, he was betrayed, and the gunshot should have taken his life, but it made him deaf instead. In his thought, because of the karma for killing so many men, God wants him to live to pay the price.
"Thank you for telling me." She says after hearing his deep tone of voice.
"I'm so sorry. I know that you hate this kind of life. You ran away from it, and now you have to face it again because of me." He looks so disappointed in himself.
"I can face it again and again...if it's about you, Boss." She speaks and admits her mind.
He looks at her winter eyes, which are full of warmth. "You are my life, Killa. I don't want you to get hurt. If you're gone...How can I live...I don't even want to think about it." He hugs her.
"Then don't...I love you, Boss, more than anything." She hugs him back and is never afraid to express her love through words.