Chapter 8: The Deal

THE DEAL

Inside the private meeting room on the top floor, the atmosphere was thick with smoke and power.

Seo-joon signed the last document and closed the file. The deal was finalized.

Lorenzo Moretti stood up, buttoning his suit jacket.

"Let's have dinner, Mr. Kim," Lorenzo offered, his voice deep and raspy.

Seo-joon shook his head politely.

"Uh, no thanks, Lorenzo. Next time. I have someone committed... someone else waiting for me. So I would like to take my leave."

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

"At least have a drink with me," Lorenzo insisted. "You came to my place for the first time. So, it's good to have a drink for the sake of the deal."

Seo-joon thought about it. He couldn't be too rude to the Don of Monaco.

"Uh..." He hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. But can we have it downstairs in the lounge? Down there?"

Lorenzo frowned slightly.

"Downstairs? You don't like this place, Mr. Kim?"

Seo-joon smiled. "No, it's good. But I have someone waiting for me down there. So that's why."

Lorenzo’s expression softened with amusement. "It's good. I think that person is very close to you. Let's go!"

DOWNSTAIRS - THE VIP LOUNGE

They both took the private elevator downstairs.

The party was in full swing—music blasting 24/7, people dancing, and the sound of gambling chips clinking.

Just as they stepped onto the floor, Seo-joon’s phone rang.

"You go ahead, I will join you in some time, Mr. Moretti," Seo-joon said, pointing to his phone. "I have a call."

Lorenzo nodded and walked towards the private bar alone. He scanned the room, looking for a seat, but then...

He saw him.

Sitting alone at the bar, playing with his glass, was Kyrian Volkov.

Lorenzo smirked. He changed his direction and went straight near him.

THE CONFRONTATION

Kyrian’s POV:

I was sitting there, bored out of my mind.

"Argh... when will Hyung come?" I muttered to myself. "I am bored."

I was playing with the empty glass, tilting it back and forth.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. A strong, familiar, heavy presence.

Before I could turn, a large hand grabbed my wrist.

"What a pleasant surprise, Mr. Little Volkov," a deep voice whispered.

I stood up instantly and turned around.

It was Him.

The man from the gala. The Doctor.

He was smirking at me.

Anger bubbled inside me instantly. With a sharp pull, I snatched my hand away from his grip.

"How dare you to touch me, you bastard!" I shouted, my voice sharp and glaring.

The guards nearby froze. Their eyes widened.

Lorenzo didn't flinch. He took a step closer, trapping me against the bar counter.

"You are feisty," Lorenzo chuckled darkly. "I like feisty Omegas a lot, Little Volkov."

He said it in such a flirty tone that my anger doubled.

Without thinking anything, my hand moved on its own.

I grabbed the glass full of alcohol from the counter...

SPLASH!

I threw the alcohol right on Lorenzo's face.

Gasps echoed through the casino. The music seemed to stop.

Lorenzo stood there, liquid dripping from his chin, his dark eyes closed for a second.

"You Dirty Alpha!" I shouted, not caring who was watching. "You think I don't recognize you? I didn't see your face clearly that night, but your Ugly Scent is the same!"

I pointed a finger at his chest.

"I knew you are the one... the Stinky Doctor!"

Lorenzo opened his eyes. They were pitch black. He wiped the alcohol from his face slowly, looking like a demon waking up.

"What?" Lorenzo asked, his voice dangerously low. "Stinky?"

"YES!" I shouted at him, breathing heavily. "You can touch whoever you want... but don't you dare to touch me!"

My energy was high, adrenaline rushing through my veins.

"You look like a Scary Monster! Don't you dare come near me or I will kill myself... no, I will kill YOU!"

Everyone in the casino froze in their place. Too scared to even breathe.

The Enigma was silent. Too silent.

Nobody ever spoke to him like this in a loud voice. And the man in front of him had the guts to disrespect him in front of all these people.

THE ESCAPE

Seo-joon had just finished his call when he heard the commotion. He looked over and saw the scene.

He stood there, beyond shocked.

He saw Kyrian screaming at the Don of Monaco. He saw Lorenzo dripping with alcohol.

"Oh my god," Seo-joon whispered.

Sensing the danger, Seo-joon ran.

He grabbed Kyrian's hand forcefully.

"Kyrian! Stop!"

"Let me go, Hyung! Let me kill this stinky monster!" Kyrian was still screaming.

Seo-joon didn't listen. He dragged him out of the casino.

"Move!" Seo-joon commanded, dragging the struggling Omega while every person watched them leave.

Lorenzo didn't stop them. He just stood there, watching Kyrian being dragged away, a taste of whiskey and vanilla lingering in the air.

THE CAR RIDE

Seo-joon practically threw Kyrian into the back of the limousine and slammed the door.

They both sat in the car, breathing hard.

Seo-joon quickly opened a bottle of water and handed it to Kyrian.

"Drink," he ordered.

Kyrian gulped down the water like nothing happened. He wiped his mouth and looked at Seo-joon with big, innocent eyes.

"What the hell was that, Kyrian?"

Seo-joon asked, his voice shaking with disbelief.

"What?" Kyrian huffed.

"Remember Hyung? I was telling you about the Stinky Doctor? The one from the party?"

Kyrian pointed back at the casino.

"And today... He dared to touch me, that rascal! I hate those Alphas who think every Omega is their property."

Seo-joon looked at him like he was an alien.

"Idiot," Seo-joon whispered. "Do you even have an idea what you have done?"

"What? I taught him a lesson!"

" Ughhh..." Seo-joon groand!

Do you even have an Idea who's he?

I don't want to know (kyrian shrugged)