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“No, I can’t—“

“Refusing a man his dying wish?” Luis let out a laugh and looked at his watch. “It won’t be long now.”

Jaesung had no idea what those cryptic comments really meant. No one knew they were here together, except Giovanni and Benito. He had a strong feeling nothing got past them, for they were a cut above the rest. To be fair, one didn’t need to be a genius to deduce that the two missing individuals were together.

How much time remained for them? Moments like these were fleeting in their world. Discovering someone like him within the cold, dark chasm of the mafia felt nearly intangible, akin to a distant dream. He’d slap himself awake if he wasn’t afraid it truly was a dream. He didn’t want to wake up, to confront a reality beyond these four walls that differed from the one he knew within them.

“Anyway,” Luis walked over to where Jaesung was standing, “this is for you.”

Jaesung observed Luis carefully unclasping the watch and fiddling with it between his fingers. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from those hands, feeling a warmth spread through his body as thoughts raced through his mind.

“Give me your hand,” Luis said. He pulled it towards him and fastened the watch around Jaesung’s wrist. The delicate touch sent shivers through him, while the frigid metal of the band contrasted sharply with his hot skin.

“Why are you giving this to me?” He examined the watch—it looked expensive, possibly a Rolex. Such a watch must be worth a considerable amount. Why would anyone give something so valuable to him, a man of modest means, half Korean, half Italian—a blend of cultures, a mixed mutt?

A nobody in a world of somebodies. 

“It’s my selfish request.”

Jaesung yearned to understand, to find out why a man of such prominence had selected him, of all people.

However, he never got that chance.

The door flew open with a loud bang, echoing as it hit the wall. Jaesung whipped his head around so quickly he nearly suffered whiplash, his heart racing as his gaze fell upon the one individual he had not expected to see.

“You two have gotten quite close. Am I interrupting something?”

Luca stood before them, his voice resolute and his gaze unreadable. His mere presence was overwhelming. Behind him, Giovanni stood with his gun poised at his side, eyes focused, darting back and forth between the three of them.

At that moment, an intense sense of dread consumed Jaesung.

“Luca—“

The sound of a gunshot rang out, piercing his eardrums and silencing him. It was so loud; he felt as if his eardrums might burst. The persistent ringing muddled his thoughts, yet his vision remained sharply focused.

Next to him, Luis fell backward, black strands of long hair swirling in the aftermath, moving to reveal a giant hole in the middle of his forehead, blood spewing out like a water fountain, limbs contorting in an unpleasant position as Luis met his ultimate fate, his final resting place.

Luca stood in the doorway, expression flat yet chilling, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Jaesung.

“Did you forget who your master is?”