Side Story Chapter 3
As Yuli understood the meaning when Owen stretched out his hands, he quickly le3aned under the broken wine bottle where his mouth flew off from the gunfire. Red wine flowed onto the floor before touching Owen’s hands.
The scent of wine lingered strangely in the unventilated space. He washed his hands slowly. The ends of his wrists were stained with red liquid on his white dress shirt.
Just as Owen finished drying his hands, the restaurant door swung open, and the invited guests hesitated as they stepped inside. They hurriedly searched their chests for weapons, but Owen’s subordinates inside the restaurant already had their guns aimed at them.
Yuli handed Owen a handkerchief as he dried his hands.
Crackle.
The sound of chewing candy cut through the silent space.
“This… you bastard! Sergei was right after all. It was all your doing that the old man passed away….”
An elderly man with a protruding belly trembled with anger as he pointed accusingly. Without needing to lay a finger, Owen sighed, feeling like he might fall backward from the man’s high blood pressure.
“Well, there’s no one to answer.”
He nudged the body of someone lying on the ground with the tip of his shoe.
“Ahem, we just came because Sergei had something to discuss.”
“I have no regrets either. Just came when called.”
Realizing they had fallen into a trap, they quickly made feeble excuses to save their lives. The powerful ones had allied to overthrow Karelena and take direct control of Russia.
Owen looked at them leisurely.
The old man who had been brash now looked around angrily, but everyone avoided his gaze. Owen laughed cheerfully, wiping his chin with fingers still smelling of wine.
“It’s a shame to waste the prepared food, so let’s have a meal before you go. I’m sure our host, Sergei, would want that.”
Though he couldn’t respond now.
It was obvious to everyone that the rest of his sentence was omitted.
“I have some urgent matters. I’ll greet the lady separately soon.”
Death is quick to notice. They all knew that once they opened this door, there was no turning back.
“We thought of treating you to a meal on your way out.”
“Owen, we…”
Before he finished speaking, flames burst from the barrels.
Blood spurted out like a fountain, piercing through flesh. Owen glanced at his old watch once again.
He calculated simply how long it would take to reach this point.
Screams and moans filled the air. But none of it could arouse any interest in him. Bored eyes perceive everything numbly. Thinking of the awkward, tiny voice beyond the machine every time he made a call made his lower abdomen ache.
Owen licked his lips lightly.
To have an erection in a place thick with the smell of blood. It felt almost perverse, reminiscent of Kirill. He quickly grew uncomfortable.
“Clean up here and head straight in.”
With all the heads dead, their bodies wouldn’t stay still. It was going to be quite a hassle. He had once thought of sweeping them away in one fell swoop, but he paused for a moment, then asked Yuri beside him.
“You’ll manage even without me.”
“…Yes, well.”
Yuli replied dryly. It was easier without Owen. Cleaning up Moscow’s nights had been ongoing for several months now. He knew that those who harbored doubts wouldn’t give up until the end.
It was better to simply wipe them all out and give the obedient dogs suitable prey to feast upon. In the end, because of the contractors who had entered his bedroom over the past few months, she had taken Owen’s hand.
A few vans arrived back at the mansion after a short while. Seeing the cleaners coming, Owen got up from his seat.
“Just wait here.”
Upon hearing Owen’s instruction to wait for Sarin to arrive, his furrowed brow furrowed as he headed outside. Yuri, intending to leave for the next location instead of Owen, who had left the scene, already gave a fleeting glance at the now spotlessly cleaned marble.
The smell of blood from the just-opened window would dissipate soon.
Sarin, seeming subtly aware, might not know what had happened here, Yuri thought carelessly. She believed Sarin would depart faster through the team sent to the airport rather than following Owen’s lead now.
“Clean up thoroughly.”
“Not a problem.”
These kids are pros.
Yuri nodded his head. The cleaners’ hands started moving faster. Owen, who had been irritably watching the second hand of his watch, left the scene as it was.
Upon reaching the airport, Sarin and Gayeon naturally parted ways due to Owen’s bodyguards waiting for him. Trusting that Sarin would stay with Karelena at the mansion, Sarin got into the car. Even the supposedly beautiful Moscow nightscape didn’t quite catch her eye strangely.
Amidst working, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would be a bother, resolving to turn back if she seemed troublesome. In the midst of such thoughts, the car soon arrived at their destination. It was after passing several mansions adorned with elegant Victorian-era architecture.
The imposing presence of the iron gates, which several cars could pass through, soared high as if piercing the sky.
Sarin thought this must be Owen’s house in Moscow. The garden was brightly lit, and all the lights in the mansion were brightly lit.
Despite its vastness, the absence of people made it feel silent even with the lights on.
As she got out of the car, a cold wind enveloped her body. It was when she subconsciously hunched over slightly due to the cold. Someone wrapped their arms around her waist from behind and pulled her close. Her legs felt like they were floating in the air. Yet, Sarin wasn’t surprised. She could immediately tell who it was from the comforting feeling from behind.
“Why do such pretty things.”
With just that one sentence, her previous concerns faded away. Even the thoughts about bothering his work, or even about making phone calls, all vanished from her mind.
“…I missed you.”
She didn’t have the courage to face him and said it while still embraced in his arms. With every word flowing through her lips, a breath came out.
The garden, now shrouded in darkness, came into view. When she blinked, Owen buried his face in her neck.
“It doesn’t seem like my birthday today.”
It was clearly a joke, so Sarin chuckled softly.
“Did you wait?”
She asked him, gathering her courage. Did he wait for her?
“It seems so.”
A slow response came back.
His lips on her neck were cold. Sarin naturally realized that he had been waiting for her outside. It seemed her longing wasn’t one-sided.
Owen gently lowered her to the ground. Only then did she turn around. Given their height difference, she had to tilt her head up. Faint traces of blood stains were visible on his smiling face. As she raised her hand, Owen naturally bowed his waist.
She brushed the soft man’s cheek with her thumbprint.
With an indifferent gesture, as if still wiping something away, Owen looked down at Sarin with a calm gaze. It were faint marks. They were so small that one wouldn’t notice them unless they looked closely. It meant they were close.
Owen’s head leaned towards Sarin’s hand.
Just as she was about to remove her hand from his face to end the touch, he grabbed her wrist. Slowly turning his face, Owen brought Sarin’s thumb that had wiped away the bloodstains into his mouth, beyond his lips. His wet, warm mouth engulfed her finger.
“Ah…”
The visual came first. The sensation followed soon after.
The wet tongue licked the fingerprints on her finger openly. It sounded so suggestive that it seemed deliberate. Though he couldn’t pull his hand away, seeing Sarin’s finger trembling slightly, Owen quickly let go of her finger.
As she hurriedly pulled her finger out, his lips brushed against the tip of her nail. Seeing him scratch where it was wet, laughter burst out immediately.
The red tongue licked the lower lip openly.
“I’m… sorry.”
“If you’re sorry, suck it.”
His eyes crinkled softly. Letting go of her wrist, Owen held onto Sarin’s shoulders and pulled her closer. Bringing his face close to hers, he offered his lips. His wet lips were all she could focus on.
“Owen.”
“Don’t do things you’ll be sorry for, Sarin. Okay?”
Sweet breath was felt right in front of her. His breath, mingling with the cool breeze, felt intensely sweet. As Sarin swallowed deeply, he brought his lips even closer. She leaned in, closing her eyes halfway. His deep, lush eyelashes seemed to pierce her.
She’s still tense.
Both their bodies touching, their breaths mixing so closely.
Sarin’s hesitant lips descended onto Owen’s. He aggressively grabbed her, as if he would devour the shy lips every time. He pulled her upper body backward and embraced her in one go. He even swallowed up her panting breaths. He entwined her fleeing tongue and even pushed it inside his mouth. Whether it was cold or shivers, her small body trembled.
Sarin’s wandering hand finally grabbed onto him.
Feeling her clinging body, Owen fiercely bit and licked her hesitant lips, laughing.
