(MAFIA-VERSE #2)
Daisy has been a stripper all of her life against her wishes. With an annoyingly genius brother to take care of, she is ready to do whatever it takes to give him the life he deserves and he wants the same for her. He goes to the poi...
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I hate to admit It's hard to understand How could I forget? The day you lied to me Stray Kids (BangChan) - I hate to admit
WOO-JIN
Past
"There you are. Handsome as ever." My body tenses when I hear her speak near my door and turn around. She smirks, standing there in a blood-red dress and black fur.
"I can't tell if you're going to a wedding or a funeral," I tell her and she prowls closer, her heels clicking at every step, and every click feels like the safety of the gun being on and off. "My firstborn is getting married, I wanted to stand out." She wasn't tall but the eight-inch heel made her reach to my chest.
She fixes the bow tie of my tux and clicks her tongue, "Isn't it time you give eomma some rest? Do I always have to fix your mess? It's all crooked." My heart beats so loud and the phantom touch of her sharp long nails makes me swallow. She notices my Adam's apple bob but she doesn't say a thing. She then fixes the collar and then the lapels of the jacket, "There we go. You're perfect." Taking a step back, she looks up at down, smiling to her own satisfaction, "I like the tux. It's very you."
She picked it out. She picked out everything from my tux to the decorations.
"Cold feet, Woojin-ah? I did not ever take you for a guy who'd get nervous over something so trivial."
I was not nervous about the wedding. I was nervous about the shitty hand I've been dealt with.
"Cold feet... you think I'd get cold feet?" My voice comes out hoarse, utterly filled with fear, "Where is his body?" She prefers to stay quiet.
"Did you even give him a proper burial?"
"Do you think he deserved one?" She retorts with the ugliest smile I've ever seen on that woman. It was void of any motherly affection. Not that she's been a mother to me but she wasn't a monster either. Or that was led to believe she isn't.
"Where is he, eomma?"
"Probably somewhere deep in the ocean or somewhere. I don't know. I didn't prefer to give out any instruction to the guards who took his body and his head. I just told them to deal with him." She looked herself in the mirror behind me and fixed a stray hair, "Maybe he's scattered. Maybe he's not. I don't worry myself over little details."
Tears were on the brink of falling when my voice broke, "He was married to you for twenty-four years. Did you ever love him?" She looks back at me, "I loved him."
I scoff, "It's disgusting how you can lie so easily to my face."
"I loved him in my way but he didn't love me. So I did what every woman wants to do when a man doesn't love her back. I killed him. I killed the woman he loved."
