“Watch out for your surroundings,” as he said that he already ran first, dragging me along again.I can’t even complain since protesting will only increase the danger, and I can’t do much in the situation. My survival this night is in his hands. Perhaps, I can trust him for now. He even protected me earlier, so he didn’t intend to harm me, or perhaps he still has use for me, like... with my husband.As I am running and following him, passing by another gruesome scene after another, thoughts quickly flashed my head. Even with darkness, I can see a glimpse of my surroundings, the heightened senses helping me to keep up with them.I thought of Zach, wondering what my reaction would be when I finally saw him later. I took a deep breath and panted, but I kept going. I don’t want to be a burden to them, while this man is the one that entices me to be here. I could leave earlier if I really wanted to. It is my choice to be here.I stare at the man with a serious expression on his face. We ar
A cold smile appeared on his lips, and I noticed how he glanced at me, then returned to Zach. "I really want to mess with you earlier, but Hiroshi fuck with me first," he said, rage in his voice. “No Hiroshi men, will come out of this place, alive!” he shouted, burning enthusiasm of the crowd.Zach ordered his men in response to his declaration. He stood motionless, staring up at us. And for a brief moment, I noticed how his gaze lingered on me as if he was trying to figure out who I was.That didn't take long, as he returned his attention to the situation. He began walking towards an unknown destination. My gaze chasing his back, my emotions conflicted."Get down!" the man yells, waking me up and drawing my attention away from Zach. As soon as I did what the stranger told me to do and kneeled, bullets shot at us and hit the wall. The sudden sound startled me, and I put my hand over my ears to protect them from the loud noise.I have no choice but to stay quiet and watch with widening
We only locked gaze for a few seconds before I was forced to avert my gaze from him. I wrinkled the fabric in my left hand, emotions rushing through my mind.Now, Zach is already standing in front of me. All of the confusion that had grown inside of me went away, and he quickly filled my mind again.“We have an agreement!” Zach's yell echoed, which made me lift my head and look ahead.Zach is now looking at the stranger, his eyes filled with rage and something else that I can’t figure out, and his brows furrowed with jaw tightening. An expression I had never seen him use before.This shout easily stirs up the tension that had been slowly easing up in the air. Even though they were tired, the people on both sides repositioned themselves.There were no guns pointed at the opponent, but they had them in their hands and were ready to fire.On the other hand, the stranger appears unconcerned with the tension as he leisurely observes the dead man as if it were a fantastic art. "I know," he
The car ride home is devoid of conversation; neither of us speaks. I know that this peace will end as soon as we get home.I don't think Zach will let this go easily, and I won't let it go, either. Why will I feel guilty? I have never done anything wrong.If going into that bar and finding out who he was by accident is my fault, then Zach hiding his identity from me is much worse.I never wanted to find out about this, to begin with. I sighed. I knew that I was only brave in my head and that when I was actually facing him, all my courage would vanish like smoke.It is already the middle of the night, and the entire house is silent. My husband walks silently to our room, and I do the same. The quiet atmosphere makes me feel even more nervous.I'd rather he yell at me than give me the cold shoulder, which I can't stand.Zach went straight to our bedroom, and I stood at the door and watched as he took his clothes off without showing any emotion. There were still spots of blood on his sui
I lowered my voice and felt a little bad because I knew I didn't really believe Zach. But it also seemed wrong to doubt him because of it.Just what he said about how much I hate that man doesn't match what I sensed from him before. If I hate him as much as Zach claims, why do I not hate him subconsciously but instead blindly follow him?"You don't believe me. I can see it in your eyes," he scowls, his expression darkening to the point where I almost suffocate from the intensity. His eyes are drooping slightly, and he is staring at me dangerously.I shake my head, terrified by this expression of his that he never used on me, even when our marriage was falling apart."No, I believe you..." my voice trembling as I try to reach out to him, my mind becoming even more jumbled and the pain in my head intensifying. "I really believe you, yes, I...I do hate him..." continuing and becoming pathetic, the courage within me vanishes like smoke once more.He dodged my hand and took a step back fro
Perhaps I dreamed of something like that because what happened last night was still fresh in my mind. And that boy with green eyes... I shook my head and sat in bed, remaining motionless.And because of how I met him, the image of that guy manifested in my dream. The stranger... Rizzo, which I believe is his surname rather than his real name because he always called Zach by his surname as well. They had a habit of calling each other by their surnames, which I'm not sure is the norm in their world.Wait, my thoughts were cut short, and realization struck me once more. Memories of what happened the night before surface like a flood in my mind. It's real, and everything really happened.It's my new reality. My husband is a part of that dangerous world, which means I will be as well from now on. I sighed and gathered my thoughts. Since it's here already, I can just accept it. There are many more things I need to think about than Zach being a mafia boss or something like that, if that is w
“Why?” That's all I can say without my voice choking me. I'm curious about this because, I don't know when, but every time I look at our memories together, I get this nagging feeling that something isn't right. Or it is just me because my act is now beginning to influence my mind.I don't want to be suspicious of him or make our already bad relationship even worse. Having doubts will only increase the chances that Zach will leave me. I always get scared when I think about this as if not having Zach in my life will kill me.Perhaps he is right. That I'm obsessed with him, but I can't help it. I know I'm crazy, but I can't stop.He looks at me with a dark expression but says nothing."Do you really don't remember anything?" Zach asked me this question instead of answering and going on with what he was saying.His blue eyes never left my face for a second. My heart is racing, but I don't let my face show how surprised I am. I just nodded at him in response. I don't even know what words w
As we walk through the hall, the solemn atmosphere grows more intense, becoming almost gloomy and dark. It reminded me of the time when I walked into that bar not knowing what was going to happen; now, because of it, I have an idea of what party this is.I lift my head and look at Zach next to me. He hasn't said anything since we got in the car as if he has a lot on his mind. Even the bodyguards around us look wary of their surroundings as if they are on guard for something.Zach may have noticed my gaze as he looked at me, and he stopped, prompting me to do the same. Even with a mask covering half of his features and only his lips showing, the shadow outlined his handsome face, and his blue eyes appeared darker than usual, filled with deep thoughts.Zach never gave me a chance to ask him why he brought me here when he told me to forget about it and that I had nothing to do with it. From the atmosphere, I can tell this party isn't simple at all.But I know that even without asking him