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“I think it’s a start,” Chris begins, but I hold up my hand when I hear a scream coming from inside the gallery.
Storm
Closing my eyes I know Summer is never coming back for me, but then I hear a crashing sound and an animal-like roar. The voices filling my ears are of someone whimpering while the other threatens to kill him in Korean.
I slowly open my eyes and lay on my side, watching as a black figure beats the living shit out of my ex. I try to fill my lungs with much needed air, but nothing happens.
“Summer,” I wheeze, and the black figure stops abruptly. Two others seem to take his place, before the back door opens while they drag Jason outside.
“Kitten,” Summer yells, softly brushing my hair out of my eyes.
“Minki,” I sob, tears streaming down my face. “You came back… it hurts,” I tell him, my voice barely a whisper.
“Is she breathing?” Chris, the eldest of his brothers, asks.
“She is, but we need to get her to a hospital.” Summer says, his voice calm, but his eyes tell a different story.
I try to focus on his dark gaze and feel myself slipping away. “No, don’t you fucking dare, baby,” he threatens, his voice cracking.
“Chris’s car is the fastest,” Han says, concern lining his voice.
“Fuck,” Sum swears. “Let’s go,” he says, kissing my forehead and picking me up, holding me close to his chest.
I whimper and swear up a storm while he carries me up the stairs in his arms. “That’s it, Storm, call me all the names you want, I’m here,” he says, kissing my temple. I hear a door opening as he places me on the backseat, getting in next to me.
“Summer,” I whisper, grabbing my waist. “I think something is wrong with my lungs,” I wheeze.
“Don’t talk, baby, we’ll be at the hospital in five minutes.” He says something to Chris, who swears.
I feel myself softly floating in the air as I look at him. “He’s never going to hurt you again, Storm. You belong to me.”
“Sum,” I beg, clutching his hand. “I love you,” I whisper, having trouble speaking. I do, I love him, every single broken, scarred part of him.
“Drive faster,” Minki roars, and the car swerves on the road. “Stay with me, baby,” he pleads, kissing my forehead. “I love you too, I couldn’t say it before because I was scared to lose you, but I’m not anymore, and I love you. Keep your eyes locked on me. Cat misses you too, kitten. Come home to us,” he softly says, as a single tear runs down his face.
“Summer,” I breathe, my voice faltering, as I slowly drift off.
HERE
Summer
It took me months to hunt the son of a bitch down. I made sure he can’t hurt her again. I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My black suit is stained with blood—he deserved every second of it for what he did to her. What he did to me by taking her away from me. I study my bruised, beat-up knuckles and sigh. She told me not to kill him, and I didn’t, I hauled his ass off to the police station so he can stand trial for the money he took from all the people who believed in him. I hear a knock on the door and grunt, trying to get the blood from my hands, staining the marble sink red.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice a soft whisper. She clasps a hand in front of her mouth while she looks inquisitively at me. “Sum, what happened?”
“I took care of it, he’s never going to hurt you or anyone again,” I vow, trying to take off my black tie.
She takes a step toward me, the blood not fazing her one bit—she’s used to it by now. “Here, let me do it,” she says, standing on the tips of her toes to help me with my tie. She then goes for the little buttons on my black dress shirt, down to the waistcoat of my three-piece suit. Her fingers trail across the new mark below my neck, the only place where the bastard struck me with the blade he was carrying.
“Did it hurt?” she asks, grabbing a towel and dabbing the spot.
“Not as much as watching you lying in that hospital bed for weeks,” I say, my voice cracking at the end.
She locks eyes with me and the corner of her mouth twitches while she slips off my suit jacket, followed by my shirt. She gasps when her eyes zero in on the blood seeping through the fabric. “I’m okay, baby, it’s not my blood.”
She nods, going for my belt and slowly tugging the zipper down. She’s still recovering from her wounds, but my dick doesn’t get the memo. Trailing her knuckles over my hard-on, I hiss and grab her wrist, making her stop.
“Kitten, that’s enough,” I grit through my teeth, and she pouts, looking at me with those big eyes.
