Taesan's POV
Bang!
The bullet from my right-hand man's gun pierces through the chair, that is the place my heart was supposed to be if I hadn't moved in time.
With a deathly growl I roll out of my seat to the floor and he comes at me, teeth bared and eyes filled with dark rage.
Pure anger runs through my veins in place of blood, and when I don't move as quickly as I could, Junho wraps his hands around my neck.
I push him off me and he grabs my shirt, forcing me backwards hard enough to slam my head against the edge of the table, the pain dulls my senses for a moment and I smell blood in the air.
"You piece of shit!" he yells and shakes my body, moving me like a rag doll, he slams me again and again in the thick pool of my own warm blood.
The wound will close up, but the pain I inflicted on that omega won't.
"Fuck!" I cry out and let him do what he wants with me.
I asked for this: 'Jun, if I ever…if I ever go too far down the drain, can you bring me back?'
