Korean Blood

Mine to Keep 2

“I am not nor will I ever be the mother of your children, I don’t want your stupid offer or YOU!” Cyra shouted

Kwan began walking towards Cyra once again.

“Do you hear me? I said I don’t want you, so just let me-” Cyra said, cut off by the presence of Kwan's face in front of hers. Leaning in too close for her comfort Cyra felt tingles shoot down her spine as she felt the sensation of Kwan's soft lips brush up against her earlobe as he began to whisper into her ear.

“Oh my lust you will, I’ll make you want me so bad that it hurts. You will need me so badly that the friction between your legs from just walking will make you orgasm before you can even reach my presence. Soon just the thought of me will make you so wet and weak that you can’t even crawl on your knees to beg me to f**k you. And I will sit and watch as your wet p***y drips onto my million-dollar Egyptian hardwood floors while you lay there like the slut I make you into. So you should really enjoy your mental freedom while you can.” He whispered into her ear placing a soft kiss on her earlobe before sitting back up.

“ WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU? PLEASE JUST KILL ME OR LET ME GO!” Cyra screamed in frustration.

“Oh don’t beg me too soon, I was just having some fun.”

“I hate you,” Cyra said, realizing that nothing she could say would ever change his mind.

“Now let’s get right to it, we have so much to go over before we go back to New York,” Kwan said, clapping his hands together.

“ New York” Cyra thought to herself. “How does he know I live in New York”

“What do you need to go over with me about? You have already made your plans very clear.” Cyra said, trying to mask her concern with sarcasm.

“Have you ever heard of the mafia?” Kwan asked

Cyra shook her head yes.

“Do you know that each nation has its own?”

Again Cyra shook her head yes, not verbally responding.

There was a long silence as Kwan let out a loud and annoyed groan.

“That’s not going to work, I need to hear your words DO NOT shake your head at me, open your mouth and speak to me. Are we clear?!” He barked.

“Yes,” Cyra said, angered at herself for complying so quickly.

“I'm going to assume that your answer was yes to both questions I asked you. Since you know that much then I’m sure you know that each continent has its own mafia dedicated to it as well. RIght?”

“Yes.” Cyra answered.

“Good. This is where I come in, I am the head of the grand Mafia. Grand Mafia just being that my men are all from different mafias around the world and more than half of them are head mafia leaders for their country they work for me.” Kwan said as he paused to look at Cyra.

How the hell did I get mixed up in a mafia, let alone the boss of one? Cyra thought to herself.

“I have a secret to tell you Cyra, would you like to hear it?” Kwan asked Cyra who had fear written all over her face. Due to the fact that this was now the second time he had used her name and she had never told it to him. Kwan knew a lot more about Cyra then she knew.

“You see Cyra I have a bit of a power fetish. I wanted more power than just the Grand Mafia. I wanted to be able to control more than just the streets. I wanted to control corporations and governments too. So 10 years ago I created another group called “The Men”. The Men were created to give me a direct connection to anywhere and anything I wanted at any time.”

“ I wanted.. No, I needed more power. So much power that if I woke up one day and decided I wanted to be the next president I could be….How does that sound, how would you like to be the First lady? Or maybe the presidential life isn’t for you but the current president isn’t to your liking, I could have his head delivered in a box to you.” Kwan asked with a smirk.

Cyra felt the hands of fear grip onto her shoulders as she listened to Kwan talk about how much power and influence he has. She could tell by his matter of fact tone and calm facial expressions he was not bluffing. He wasn’t just a simple thug or gangster his control ran deep, deeper than what a simple mind could comprehend.

“Do not think too hard, or your head might explode.” Kwan said in response to Cyra who looked as if she was deep in though.

“Lucela.” Kwan called out.

“Yes Sir.”

“Take her up to my office, I need to teach her, her place. Do not let anyone see her, especially not The Dove, tape her mouth shut too. I'm sure she's a screamer.” Kwan said as he began walkling out of the room.

“emilliga dangsin-eul mannaleo wassseubnida.” (Emiliy is here to see you, sir) Lucela told Kwan in Korean.

“English is fine, my business is now hers.” Kwan told Lucela.

“Should I tell her to wait for you or should I send her back to her hotel?” Lucela asked quickly, switching back to English.

“I’ll go down and speak to her, you just focus on getting her to my office unnoticed.” Kwan told Lucela.