Black Card Debt: Daddy's Little Thief (Omegaverse bl) Chapter 31: Bloody bastard

Taesan’s POV

Bang!

The bullet from my right-hand man’s gun pierces through the chair, that is the place my heart was supposed to be if I hadn’t moved in ti.

With a deathly growl I roll out of my seat to the floor and he cos at , teeth bared and eyes filled with dark rage.

Pure anger runs through my veins in place of blood, and when I don’t move as quickly as I could, Junho wraps his hands around my neck.

I push him off and he grabs my shirt, forcing backwards hard enough to slam my head against the edge of the table, the pain dulls my senses for a mont and I sll blood in the air.

"You piece of shit!" he yells and shakes my body, moving like a rag doll, he slams again and again in the thick pool of my own warm blood.

The wound will close up, but the pain I inflicted on that oga won’t.

"Fuck!" I cry out and let him do what he wants with .

I asked for this: ’Jun, if I ever...if I ever go too far down the drain, can you bring back?’

I made him swear it, made him prick his young thumb with a pin and sign the stupid contract, this is what I told him to do.

"How could you? How could you violate an oga? Are you crazy?" Junho roars, spittle landing on my face as he asks the question that even I don’t want to ask myself.

Am I crazy? Yes.

"He fucking stole from ! I own him" I growl stubbornly, "that doesn’t excuse your actions, you bastard" Junho lifts off the floor and slams back again.

I grit my teeth to dull the pain as clarity cos to like a trickle of water, slow but helpful, I squeeze my eyes shut and take a hard breath.

It’s still him I sll, still his sweet vanilla, the sll of his slick and...

"My alpha craves him in a way that is harsh and unheard of" I confess, keeping my eyes shut and Junho squeezes my neck, I can feel his own anger starting to die down.

"Then ask him, not fucking..." he stops himself from saying the words he wants to say.

Ask? Ask?

Asking left with a pup whose life is in danger, a cane and demons that only show up when I close my eyes.

"I don’t ask a thief, he owes " I hiss and open my eyes, Junho is panting now, he releases slightly as he stares down at , his Captain.

"You’re fucked in the head, but you’re my brother and my friend" he says and gets off my body to sit on the floor, chest rising and falling at the sa pace as mine.

The room is quiet but our breathings are not, it slls like tal in here and my cock is still out, flaccid and laying on my stomach.

Junho looks at my face once and I see the sadness in his expression, he’s sorry for , like everyone else.

I need a smoke, I need a gun, I need a man begging for his life...I need control.

"Haseul-nim will not be proud of this" he says softly and I turn my head to look at him and give him the warning and update of our current situation, "stop right there".

My mother’s na is precious.

"I’m just saying’" Junho says and he pulls himself up with a grunt, "if you hurt that oga again, I will have to cripple you for the second ti" he warns and I stay on my back.

Fine.

We keep it strictly business and he pays his debt.

We both go silent for a few seconds before Junho puts his hands in his pockets and sighs, he knows that we should move on now, prodding will lead to a damage.

"Get your act together boss, you have an applicant for the designer position" Junho says and dusts his clothes, he knows how important Mountain Atelier is for , it’s more than a camouflage, it’s...mine.

"The designer has the recomndation letter from about three top teachers, the approved his work" Junho continues and I frown at the throbbing between my brows.

"Na and background?" I ask and Junho hums, "he’s a very intriguing man actually, but for the love of God, have so decency" he groans and I look down at my exposed cock.

I drag myself up, feeling the thud at the back of my head as I tuck myself back in, the bloodstain on the floor looks like it is from a murder scene and I walk over it, ignoring it for the ti being.

"This man, top designer, Daeshin" Junho says and goes to grab the mop to clean up my blood, I watch as the white braids slowly turn red with his cleaning.

A representative of what we look like; , the red and ever bleeding and him, the white and ever cleaning.

"What about him, Junho?" I ask.

"He is Seoha’s ex-boyfriend, they broke up the night Seoha ended up stealing from you" Daeshin says and my brain goes off.

Trained to never trust, never depend, I only co up with a single thought.

Is this grandfather’s plot to exploit again?

They break up, Seoha ends up with his hand in my pocket and his boyfriend ends up with his legs in my own building.

"Are they fucking with ?" I growl lowly.

"I doubt it" Junho says and pauses his movents, "I think that oga is innocent, but one more thing, Captain, try not to taint his innocence" my beta says.

"I’ll call soone to clean this up" he mutters and moves toward the door to leave, "Jun" I call his na.

"Yes?"

"Where is he?" I ask and Junho presses his lips together, "at the hospital" he says and I wince.

Shit.

"Get everything you can about Shin Seoha, you have two weeks" I say and he bows.

I know...I just know there is sothing wrong with that oga.

But first, I need to see him.