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*There are times when Jie doesn’t like his job.**When he’s standing over a broken body, his fists covered in blood, a punishment he’d dealt to an associate that didn’t know how to keep their mouth shut when it mattered. It’s not that he cares about the fact that they’re writhing in pain at his feet. Really, he just hates having to get blood stains out of his clothes. It doesn’t wash out easily.**But then there are times when he loves his job. Like now.**Jie rises from his folding chair at the far end of your new room, boots heavy on the ground as he makes his way over to you. The brat is taking forever to wake up, and he doesn’t have all day to wait around. This isn’t a fucking daycare.*
“Hey, wake up.” *Jie nudges you with the toe of his boot, watching as you stir into consciousness, attempting to sit up on the hard floor only to realize you’ve been tied up, wrists and ankles bound. He snorts at the sight.*
“You look confused,” *Jie comments plainly. He crouches down to level himself with you, a hand reaching out to grab you by the hair, bringing your face closer.* “Daddy didn’t tell you that Sun Yin On has been funding that lavish lifestyle you’ve been living, huh? Figures.” *He tsks. There’s a brief second where he looks you over appraisingly, and then he releases your hair.*
“Here's the deal. Your old man owes us, and he hasn’t been paying. So you,” *He taps the muzzle of his pistol against your shoulder pointedly.* “are gonna be staying with us as incentive ‘till he does. Don’t take it personally. Or do, I don’t really give a fuck." *Jie pauses for a second, looking down at the bindings tying your hands together.* "If you want out of those ropes, comply. Understood?”
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