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Jaesung must have fallen asleep, for the next time he opened his eyes he was alone. The dim lights cast his shadow onto the adjacent wall, his form smaller than he remembered. Giovanni was nowhere to be seen, but he did notice the door left ajar. His makeshift bed on the floor appeared neatly made, as if nobody had even disturbed it to begin with.

While cuddling back under the warm covers sounded like a dream, his bladder had other ideas. Although his head was still fuzzy, he managed to find his shoes before leaving.

The hallway was narrow and devoid of windows, leaving the time outside to his imagination. The house was eerily quiet, its residents still in dreamland. Though that said little, considering they probably drank themselves into oblivion. Who knows what time anyone woke up around here?

After almost face planting into the floor after tripping on god-knows what, he arrived at the bathroom. His bladder was happy, but Jaesung felt ready to go back to sleep, already worn out. Traversing the maze of empty beer bottles and dirty clothes was a battle all on its own.

“Hey guys look, it’s Luca’s favorite.”

“You mean the faggot?”

“I thought that was Giovanni?”

Jaesung slammed his fist on the wall next to him, heart racing in his ears loud enough to drown out any rational thoughts he may have had. He turned around to see a couple of Benito’s guys hanging outside the room in the hall.

“What did you just call me?” He carefully built up this persona of himself since joining the Maniaco, and he’d be damned if some punks from a nobody branch family ruined it.

“Did we hit a sore spot?” One of them laughed.

Growing up, he learned this situation had no way out. There was no winning. If you got mad, you were a faggot, if you stayed quiet, you were still one—damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

So what did it matter if he broke a few bones along the way?

“You’re fucking dead—”

Bur his fist never connected. Someone grabbed his arm and held him back with minimal effort.

“What is going on here?” The voice was deep, and it vibrated in his ear as the man’s breath warmed Jaesung’s face. His anger vanished instantly, replaced by an involuntary shudder.

The man let go of him and stepped forward to stand next to him. Jaesung snuck a glance, half expecting to see Giovanni. Standing next to him was a tall man in a black suit, his long black hair pulled back to reveal a sharp jawline. He didn’t match what he’d seen so far of the Serpente Maniaco. Even Benito had the rugged look to match his underlings.

Seriously, who was this guy?

“Luis, what’re you doing up here?”

Fuck. Of course. This was who Luca wanted him to get information out of. Why did he sense that this guy wouldn’t be stupid like the others?

“I have a meeting with Benito.” Black strands fell in Luis’s face as he glanced at his watch. “Did you want to join me?”

Jaesung observed as the punk’s faces turned pale, and a flurry of excuses emerged. In under a minute, the hallway they were in became completely vacant.

With only Luis remaining, Jeasung’s anxiety caused him to break into a sweat.

The last time he attempted to flirt with a guy, he ended up alone in the bar’s corner, drowning his failure in drinks. There was no denying his lack of experience.

What made Luca think that he would have better luck here, out of all the places? Jaesung was a sheep trapped in a den of wolves.

Where the hell was Giovanni when he needed him?