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Jaesung often spoke out of turn, inadvertently causing himself more problems than solutions. But when the time came to get serious, his lips struggled to form words, and his throat was inevitably barren.

The silence stretched between them, becoming more onerous than the risk of saying too much. At last, Jaesung started speaking while meticulously choosing which secrets to divulge and which to keep under lock and key.

“I’m… looking for a traitor.”

Luis ignited a cigarette, watching Jaesung fumble with the hem of his shirt, evading Luis’s stare.

“Ah, so big boss Maniaco finally found out, huh?”

“What?” Jaesung couldn’t help himself say in surprise. “You knew?”

“Of course, I handle the finances. I’m aware of every single cent that comes in and goes out,” Luis said, patting the arm of the chair beside him. “It was only a matter of time.”

Although Jaesung was wary of sitting, what more did he have to lose after getting down and dirty with the enemy? Being naked and in the throes of passion was a man’s weakest, most vulnerable position. At this point, there was nothing left to hide.

Yet that didn’t stop him from being on guard. Jaesung cast a glance at his jacket, carelessly tossed on the ground a short distance away, noticing the gun’s handle protruding from beneath it.

“In this line of work, it’s not a question of if you’ll die, but when,” Luis said as he flicked ashes onto the ground. “Meeting someone like you, though, was unexpected.” He paused, then added, “I suppose luck really does favor the bold.”

“It can also get you killed,” Jaesung remarked. Luis caught the double entendre but merely responded with a grin. That the man standing before him had survived in the mafia for as long as he had, given his preferences, remained a true enigma.

Luis reached for a bag beside the chair and searched through it, eventually pulling out a slender notebook bound in leather. It appeared well-worn and frequently handled, evidently an item of great importance.

“Here,” he said, throwing it Jaesung, who barely managed to catch it. “With this, Luca probably won’t kill you.”

“I still don’t get it.” Jaesung flipped the ledger around in his hands, the texture smooth on his fingers. “Why are you doing this?”

“You were a good fuck.”

“You can’t be serious?”

Luis stared for a moment before letting out a laugh. “Dead serious.”

Damn it, if he didn’t feel his face becoming warm at that comment.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret: I’m the traitor. But that’s not why Luca really sent you here. He thought he could use you to get to me, but sadly, I don’t have the information he’s after. I don’t even have a real name of the person I gave all that money to. Either way, everything I know is all in that book.”

“Why don’t you tell him that?”

If Luis was really the traitor, this was the guy Luca had sent him here to kill. That thought made him nauseous.

“I won’t be alive long enough to get the words out.”

Did he say that because he knew Luca would kill him, or because he knew Jaesung was sent here for that exact reason? He didn’t have to contemplate for long, however, as Luis’s next words were all the confirmation he needed.

“I would rather you kill me than him.”