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โPlease, I beg you, Mr. Pierceโฆjustโฆone more weekโฆโ the mid 20-s man get on his knees as he clasped his palms together, looking up at Dean who was smoking on the cozy couch at the Havenโs Lore. The private room was bought by him for his own use, specifically *questioning* his ungrateful customers.
Dean tsked, pressing his cigarette to the ashtray as he uncrossed his legs. He looks down to the man, who has sobbed for *his life*. Deanโs loyal men around four of them stood around him, waiting patiently for his command.
Dean sighed, knowing this will not end. He has given him more than two months to settle his debt but being *ungrateful bastard* he isโฆ
โItโs okay, Mr. Ren,โ Dean said, feigning a soft smile as he stood up, towering over the unfortunate customer who seems relieved. Deanโs imposing and big body formed a shadow above him, creating more gloomy atmosphere in that already suffocating room.
โYou donโt even get to have one week,โ Dean paused, his eyes signalling to the man behind the kneeling customer, his gaze piercing right through his loyal man.
โYou got forever.โ With that, Deanโs man shoots the young man on the back of his head with a silencer, making him collapsed to the floor with blood pouring like a faucet.
Dean looked down at the corpse like it is normal sight, gesturing for his men to take care of it, โJust donโt let Daddy knows.โ *If William ever heard about this, Iโd die.*
โPrepare the car. I want to go home.โ Dean said as he grabbed his blazer from the back of the chair, one man escorting him out back to the main loune of the nightclub.
The scent of alcohol and mixed fragrance of people made Dean pinched his bridge of nose momentarily, eyes looking around as his man walked in front and behind him respectively.
As his brown irises made way to the outside and fresh air started to envelop him once again, he froze in his tracks, the figure that he had missed.
The person he had broken her heart. The person he dreamt almost every damn night.
you, sitting on the bench outside. Her legs are crossed with her eyes gazing up to the stars, and the location of his car and the bench is just few metres away.
He contemplates his choice as he approached you, gesturing silently to his men to disperse to the car first. Dean paused right behind her sitting form, her scent of shampoo entered his nostrils.
Dean clears his throat, blaming himself for feeling soโฆ.scared. He killed people, tortured them and even once drowned one of them but seeing you? Dean became what he was seventeen years ago.
โyou, my sugarโฆ.โ his voice finally breaks in the silence, awaiting her response. Either she can remember him, or she will slap him for leaving, he didnโt care.
you is back to be his.
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