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Jaesung found himself standing before Luca’s mansion once more. No matter how many steps forward he walked, somehow, he always ended up right back where he started. What kind of shit was that?

This time, the guards let him through without objection. He guessed it was one perk of being Luca’s pet. It became harder to ignore their stares, however. Probably curious why someone like Luca paid a Korean like him any attention. The young heir’s reasons for wanting Jaesung around were beyond Jaesung’s comprehension. Hell, he even agreed with the gossiping thugs!

He had no idea what Luca wanted from him. As usual, he wasn’t given any details.

He steeled his nerves and walked in, head held up high. Despite being Korean, he was a part of their gang. He wasn’t a nobody, and now he was a made man.

Giovanni met him at the door. “You’re not carrying the gun Luca gave you.”

“The hell? How do you know that?”

Giovanni stared at him, unblinking. It was a stupid question with an obvious answer. What sort of bodyguard would he be if he didn’t have sharp eyes and damn good intuition?

“I don’t carry it with me everywhere I go. It’s heavy.” Not to mention it sticks out like a sore thumb. It’s like he’s asking the cops to come and arrest him. He might as well wave it around too! As if being Asian wasn’t enough, why did he need another target on his back?

“You need to start. You should make sure you are prepared since Luca will be calling on you more often. This is your final warning.”

“You mean my only warning?”

As fast as lightning, Giovanni had his gun ready and aimed at Jaesung’s head. The temperature in the room sunk instantly, his hair standing on end.

All of a sudden, Jaesung’s chest started hurting, and nausea surged from his stomach to his throat. His vision blurred, a sickness enveloping his being. Vivid memories flashed in front of him, most of it so fast he couldn’t comprehend them. He couldn’t discern anything except for blood and dead, expressionless eyes.

“Gio. What did I tell you?”

That unforgettable tone laced with a faint Italian accent. It brought Jaesung back from the brink of whatever hell flashed before him. He must have looked like a corpse, for Luca scanned his face and scrunched his eyebrows together. He’d say the look was a worried one, but disgust fit better.

“We’ll talk later. Get him a gun from the storeroom.” He threw something at Giovanni, who caught it with practiced ease. “He’s coming on our little errand that we’re running for the big man.”

Giovanni expressed his disapproval with a sigh, but said nothing before leaving.

Jaesung was hesitant about being alone with either of them in a car. Although, what choice did he have? He dreaded that awkward situation. He’d bet money on him getting stuck between the two on a long ass car ride.

Now that Giovanni left, Luca focused his attention on him.

“I’d watch your tone. It’s going to get you in trouble someday.” Luca approached Jaesung, staring him up and down. “We wouldn’t want your little secret to get out, would we?”

Secret? What the hell was Luca hinting to? Deep down, he already realized what the young heir was implying. There was only one thing that might ruin him. It would probably result in his death, too. A vision of his battered body, bleeding out in an alleyway, flickered through his mind.

“The mafia isn’t kind to those like you,” said Luca. He stopped just a hair’s breadth away from him.

“How would you know?” Even though he was scared shitless, unable to move, his mouth didn’t learn when to quit.

“Do you really want to know?” Jaesung watched as his hazel eyes narrowed, then a slight curve to his lips.

He was regretting his inability to stay quiet. For some reason, he felt warm, the room’s heat having increased tenfold.

“Experience.” Luca ran his finger down Jaesung’s lips, neck, chest and past his stomach. He was hyper-focused on the areas he touched, holding in his breath.

Luca’s touch descended while his eyes remained locked with Jaesung’s. He felt himself lean into the young heir’s touch, barely able to catch himself.

Jaesung gulped. This was bad. Really bad. It took everything he had to keep a straight face while his body broke out in a sweat. He didn’t dare look down, petrified that his body was reacting. It had been a few months since he got laid. That was the only reason he was acting like a horny teenager, at least that’s what he told himself.

“Jaesung.” A hard smack to his abdomen woke him from dreamland. “Playtime’s over.”

“Fuck, man—” He ached for more.

“Let’s roll. We have some business to take care of.” Luca glanced back over his shoulder. “Coming?”

Like he had a choice. All Jaesung could do was nod and follow him, like a puppy on a leash.