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Jaesung stood at the front door, hand firmly gripping the handle, fingers tightening around the metal.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Before him, Luca peered over his shoulder and into the house. He huffed loudly, clearly annoyed that Jaesung still hadn’t let him by.

While Jaesung’s first instinct was to slam the door in his face, his rational side told him that wouldn’t be a good way to start off their newfound… friendship? Forced partnership?

He also didn’t realize the young master himself would come and pick him up.

“Fine.” With a sigh, he moved aside.

The house was unusually quiet, with the main troublemakers still passed out after staying up late drinking and playing Uno. Empty beer bottles littered the living room, and garbage lay scattered on the kitchen table. Trace laid across the couch while Feng cuddled his legs in his sleep. Jett was probably in the bathroom, hugging the toilet still.

Luca paused in the doorway to the living room, frowning.

Jaesung raised an eyebrow. “Too dirty for a princess like yourself?”

It looked like Luca was about to respond, but was immediately cut off by a loud crash as Feng rolled off the couch and slammed his head on the ground. Loud grunts followed before he sat up, staring at them, eyes glazed over.

“Whoa, who is this guy?”

“Luca,” Jaesung responded, deadpan. Déjà vu suddenly hit him in the face, the first time he met Luca at the couple’s diner flashed through his mind.

As if having an epiphany, Feng jumped up and closed the distance between them within seconds.

Jaesung was unsure if he was still waking up, or inevitably high from last night’s fiasco. Using his foot, he stopped Feng from invading his personal space, clearly annoyed.

“Don’t touch me,” was Luca’s response.

Unfazed, Feng questioned him, ”what’s a celebrity like you doing here?”

“Dude, you need to learn to read the room.” Trace mumbled his response, but it was loud enough for them to pick up. While he didn’t move from his position on the couch, his body stiffened and eyes narrowed at the mafia heir in their home.

Jaesung ran his hand down his face, sighing.

“So, are you leaving now?” asked Trace. He sat up, his eyes fixed on him with an unnerving intensity, as if seeing through him.

Those words stung. No one bought Jaesung’s act last night, it seemed. They may have sensed a strange tension in the air, a disharmony that hung heavy between them, but rather than confront it, they celebrated their last night together and partied till morning instead.

He should have known. Of course, they weren’t stupid.

Well, that or Vince told them.

“Are we ready to go?” Luca asked, annoyed, interrupting Jaesung’s inner turmoil.

Clearly, Feng was agitating him just by being up in his personal space. Oddly enough, Luca didn’t make any movements to force him to leave him alone. His gun remained holstered on his hip. The mafia heir, the so-called loose cannon, was holding himself back.

Jaesung was confused.

Perhaps Luca unknowingly elevated Jaesung’s status by calling him his left hand.

Rather than comfort, that thought instilled greater fear in him. In the name of the Maniaco, what other horrific crimes might he have to carry out?