ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴇx, ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.
Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are rivals by blood, their families being the biggest mafia
families. To end the years of bloodshed between the two, their fathers
arranged for a marriage.
Taehyung believ...
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《 L O R E N Z O 》 ━━━━━━━━━━━━
"Thank you for lying to him. I know it is not your forte." I coughed.
"One day he may thank me for keeping your son's identity secret." Frederick said, handing me a glass of brandy.
I held on to the glass with shaky hands before tossing the contents down my throat. It helped the hacking this damn cancer caused, but not by much.
"He's your son, now."
I hated saying that. I couldn't even meet his gaze. I just stared at the empty glass. My own hands looked so foreign to me. When had I become this man? This broken and tired old man who was frustrated at watching the sun come up in the morning and seeing the moon fill the night sky? When had I become tired of living?
In my youth, all I did was live, some say a little too much, but I knew this was to be my future. Even now it wasn't enough. I wanted to live more. I wanted more. It was the curse of being a Jeon. We wanted it all, even if we didn't know it yet. I rode like lightning and—
"Lorenzo?"
Snapping out of my trance, I stared at the gracefully graying man before me with slight envy. Even now, he did not look a day over thirty-something. The Kims, I swear, had found the Fountain of Youth.
"My apologies. What did you say?" I frowned, trying to sit up, but my body was my prison and I couldn't.
"I said, he would forever be your son." Walking over to me, Frederick slowly lifted me up with one hand. "I wish to know why you didn't tell me about the cancer. I wouldn't have used it against you."
"Says who."
He couldn't help himself, a small grin spread across his face.
"I didn't wish for anyone to know, Jungkook included. But that damn boy was too bloody smart for his own good and blackmailed the doctors into telling him." Snickering, I grabbed the bottle off my desk, spilling a few drops on my hands.
Frederick nodded, staring out the window as he drank.
"When I first found out about him, I was shocked and angry that you would allow him to get tied into this life. Watching him chop off two men's hands down in Mexico sure did the trick."
"You think I have any control over what he wants?" I chuckled. "Jungkook takes what he wants. I didn't even realize it when he started taking over. One moment he was helping me balance cocaine and clean guns, the next he was telling me not to worry because he already knew what to do. I tried to fight him, but the damn boy's plans always worked so well. I was left speechless."
"He has done well, frighteningly well, in fact. I thought you would terminate the contract, your empire didn't need us but when you didn't it surprised me a bit." Frederick said, and he was right, I could have.
Any self-respecting Boss would never have shared his or her throne with another, and yet here we were.
"There will always be a fool who thinks Jungkook can be run over, and he would never stop fighting. If someone backed him into a corner, he would either fight or tear down the wall and attack them from behind." I chuckled.
It was one of the things I loved about him. That fire in his eyes reminded me so much of his mother.
"My son is not going to just let him rule. In fact, I fear the years of peace we've enjoyed inside my house will be on hiatus." Frederick grinned and I knew he was looking forward to it.
Behind his polished accent and polite demeanor, he enjoyed the chaos. I had an old bullet wound in my arm to prove it.
"But"—he turned back to me—"that is not your only reason, Lorenzo. If you minded him fighting, you would have locked him away from it all the moment he was born. The fighting does not bother you. What does?"
Damn Irish bastard, I thought as I glared at him.
"Jungkook would sell not only his soul but his heart. Jungkook hasn't felt anything but rage in years. He is walled off and will stay that way if he does not marry. Even if he were to hate Taehyung, at least I know he will never be alone. He will still have a family."
Everyone he has ever loved has died, and I was well on my way, too. In return, Jungkook died a long time ago.
Frederick frowned, shaking his head. "It is odd. You believe that Jungkook needs Taehyung to end the loneliness, and I believe Taehyung needs Jungkook to not fear being alone. He has all the makings of a leader. I knew it the very first day he was born. Namjoon was . . . not mentally strong enough. He doesn't have it. But Taehyung? He was born for it. It is in his DNA. Even as a child he loved to leave his mark on everything."
"But?" I coughed. "But behind Taehyung's façade, he craves to be loved, and he hates to be alone."
Frederick frowned, hating that he had to admit the truth, and that was the truth. "He is not focused as he should be and is too compassionate sometimes. I blame his mother for that."
"And compassion is only for the family," I said and he nodded.
"He is merciless in many ways. But to be the leader, you must not show mercy to anyone but your family. You are cold. You are distant. You enjoy the blood, the death. Taehyung kills, but he does not relish in it as he should. If he did, the Valero would fear him as they fear you, or should I say, the man now acting as you."
"I must ask you for something, Frederick," I added, wishing more than anything to never have to speak the words that were about to break free from my lips.
"Whatever it is, say it, and I will have it done," he said, only making the ache in my heart burn more.
Swallowing my pride I nodded.
"I wish for you to walk Jungkook down the aisle."
There was a pause, and he searched my eyes.
"Are you sure?"
I nodded. My sweet baby deserved to walk down the aisle and be proud. He would argue about how proud he was of me already. How he didn't care that I would cough throughout the ceremony, or that I needed to be pushed down the aisle, or the fact that more people would be focused on me rather than him.
But I cared, and I did not want that. If I went and our enemies saw how weak I was, they would try to use that against him, against his empire.
"I will call Grace, and she will have everything ready in three days. You can watch from a secret room. No one will see you," He said with a grateful nod. Offering any more than that, and he might as well carve out my heart.
"Do you not feel like we are Pandora just as she is about to open her box?" I grinned at him.
"They will bring chaos like we never could, and we did it simply with the hope of bettering them for the future." Frederick chortled before finishing off his brandy.
"Yes, in a twisted sort of way."
"We do live in a twisted world," I replied as the door opened to reveal Noah once again.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Jeon, Mr. Kim. I am sorry to intrude, but I was told to come get you both," he said with his head down.
"Why is that?" Frederick asked with a coldness in his voice that he hadn't had since our conversation started.
"The Boss and Mr. Kim apparently cleared the room in the basement so they could be alone and no one was to enter. But, a few minutes later, a gun went off."
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