Episode 12

He rolled his eyes at me. He better be not gay because I'm homophobic too. "You always utter her name. Mexica, Mexica, Mexica, oh Mexica! What can I do for Mexica?" He said in a small and tight tone like a Disney pornstar. He moaned Mexica's name and that left me in awful laughter. I couldn't stop.

"Stop it, Just," I sneered.

"Fine, I'll stop."

"Thanks, where am I?" I asked him to continue what I'm saying.

"About your Mexica," he stated and pour himself a wine.

"Right. Don't mess up with me again. Well, she's kind and sometimes bitchy-"

"We're done with that part."

"Oh really? But I like mentioning it."

"Dude, what the fuck?"

"Dude, can you fucking stop? I'm not yet done."

He gestured his hand to let me continue. "So as I was saying, she's a good woman. I felt sorry about her past in the ginsaeng house. That's the only reason why I want to keep her. What if she'll be back again with that kind of environment? You don't know how outrageous I was when I found out she was with Mr. K in that fucking mansion. As much as ya'll want to keep her, that's how much I badly want to keep her. She's like an apple to my eyes-"

Justin cuts me off again and acts like vomiting up. "Apple? That's corny!"

"I bet you're talking about corn, not apple."

"Dude, it's the worst joke I've ever heard in my entire life."

"I'm not joking," I said in a serious tone. He gets me off with the hook and gestured to continue.

"She never changes her treatment towards me. She's always like that, immensely-cold and fine as bitch but I know deep inside-"

I was taken aback when I spotted Mexica leaning on the wall. "What are you doing?" I asked, in a shocking state.

"Uhmm, listening to your corny remarks about me?" she said in a-most-disgusted-way.

Justin side-commented. "See? She also defined it as corny-wait, why am I siding with you?" he turned and asked Mexica who was still leaning in the wall, sexily.

Yet you said you don't like her for your sexual desire. Fucking hypocrite, Mandemus.

Mexica turned to Justin and put her hands on her hips. "Who are you again?" she asked.

"I don't need to re-introduce myself to you," Justin bluntly answered.

Mexica rolled off her eyes. "Whatever, I don't like you."

Justin rolled his eyes too in a manly way. "I don't like you for my best friend either."

"Oh, so you're the protective best friend in the story, huh."

"Certainly. I'm his bodyguard so it's my duty to protect him."

"And you're calling this protecting him?" She pointed at me. What's wrong?

"Right, you don't know because you're busy drinking early in the morning, you early bird kiddos."

I halted for a moment. Jason and I looked at each other and we jump off of the couch when we heard a bang in the door. I saw Mr. Kai Wei Long together with his men and allies at his side. He was grinning side by side when he looks at Mexica leaning on the wall. Mexica composed herself and raised her eyebrows to the old bastard. "Oh, you're here. How are you, Mexica?"

The fear plastered on her face didn't slip into my eyes. Justin was back in bodyguard mode and I saw him secretly preparing his gun in his side pocket. I put my hand at his back and shook my head, telling him to stop what he's about to do.

"What brought you here, Mr. K?" I asked in a pleasant tone. I looked at Mexica and gestured my hand at her. Grab it, please. I smiled at her when she did it and went to my side. Hands at her waist, I asked my guest. "You should've informed me you're coming."

He barked laughter when I said that. I wasn't joking, how dare him to laugh.

"I wanted to give you a surprise visit. That wouldn't be called a surprise visit if I tell you ahead of time."

Eyebrows furrowed, I asked. "Why are you here in my house?" No one ever dared to do that. I want to add but I keep my placid manner.

"Aren't we friends to visit each other's house?"

I shot him a glare. "Mr. K, can we talk in private? Justin, please lead the way to our guest."

Justin went in front of him and gestured his hand leading the way to Mr. K but he didn't respond. Instead, he eyed Mexica, who was beside me. I can feel her tight grip on my arms, showing off how disgusted she is to the old man in front of us.

"How are you, Mexica?" he turned to her and started to walk. He suspiciously looked at her head to toe. "You starting to weigh a lot in just days. You should maintain your body."

I was pissed because of his comment. I mean, who is he to fucking insult her in front of me?

"She's not your slave anymore. And if you don't mind, stop looking at her for fuck's sake and tell me the reason why are you here." I barked and tighten my grip on Mexica. She wasn't saying something. She was just standing beside me. No rude and bold response like we were just alone. That explained how scared she is right now. Who wouldn't? I hear she was beaten almost to death when she was still his slave. A fucking sex slave, to be exact.

"Chill-ax, Mandemus. Me and you are good friends in business," he said and pointed his finger to me when he said the phrase 'me and you' in a Chinese accent.

"We're actually not," I responded, seriously.

He barked laughter again and sit on the sofa, wear-off his hat, and put it beside him. He was holding a baton and when he was seated, he put it on the table. "Can I have a tea?" he asked my maid that I didn't saw who was standing beside him.

The maid looked up at me for approval. I gave him a look and she nodded and bowed down, not taking the old man's request. "Didn't you hear me? I said I want to have tea." Mr. K said in annoyance to my maid. I saw my worker standing while her head bows down. She didn't move.

"I said I want to have tea!" Mr. K shrieked and stands up. What shocked me more was where the fuck does his gun came from that he fired it at my innocent worker! The loud bang echoed inside of the room and I was left dumbfounded to saw the body covered with blood on the floor. I cursed Mr. K inside of my head. I want to kill him right now, but I'm at stake.

He can kill all of my workers here if I'll piss him off. Not only my workers, but Mexica is still here. As long as she's beside me, she will not get hurt.

I heard her gasp when she saw the body lying on the floor. I didn't move. I just looked at the annoying face of the old man in front of me. Fuck you. "Tell your men to bring her body since you've killed her," I said with a gritted teeth.

He wiped his head using his white handkerchief and said, "Dubishi, I was outraged at the moment. I'll give her proper burial and money for her family." He fucking said it like it was just a cat whom he killed, not a person.

"Do it, now," I said in a dangerous voice.

Mr. K scratches his head and gestures his hands to his men to clean the mess on his sight. "Faster," he commented and kicked the feet of his man as they bring the body outside.

I felt Mexica tensed as she eyed the innocent body. "This bastard..." she whispered and look away to control her anger.

"Shh... it's alright. I got you," I whispered back.

She replied, "What do you expect me to react? He's always like this. I will never be used to it when I saw his wrongful doings."

"I promise you... to get back at him," I whispered below her earlobe. She gasped because of the movement but didn't respond to me. I turned to Mr. K who has a smirk on his face. "Can I get a tea now?" he asked.

Just for a fucking tea, he killed a person.

For this, I asked Justin to get the old man what he wants. Justin didn't like the idea based on his reaction, but he didn't have a choice because for sure, no one will dare to get a devil a tea. And I'm referring to Mr. K.

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