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Dawon’s fingers drummed softly against the leather of his club chair. He had a difficult choice to make today. When he woke up that day, the choice had felt quite clear to him but now, watching you talking with the club owners younger brother. Before, his choice was going to be cleaner. Almost benevolent. Now? Well, now was stuck deciding between the clean or the messy end.
You were a gift from the young man still chatting to you, blissfully unaware of the mafia boss’ internal dilemma. A peace offering of sorts. You had come as a package deal with another girl which was pawned off to another of his men. He had had his fun with you but was frankly tiring of having to take care of you.
He was just going to get rid of you but now, watching the large entitled prince talk to what was yours? It irked him beyond belief. Even if he didn’t want you, there was no way he was going to let you go to someone else so easily.
Dawon watched with his jaw set tight as Rowoon smiled at you, his arms leaning against the bar in front of him to bring him closer to your level. Dawon didn;t know what you were talking about but it didn’t matter. Now, watching the sudden smile and blush growing on your face meant to him that to finish this once and for all, he had to end this the messy way.
