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ASIAN PERSUASION PROLOGUE, MOB FIGURE
Prologue
Chen watched Gun and
his guest from afar. She was fixated on Gun’s companion. His pearly white smile
and deep dimples lured her interests far beyond how deep his pockets may have
been. She had money. She was far more interested in the bulge of his pants. She
was married to Gun; but their love for one another had long since dissipated. Chen hid secrets so deep; they couldn’t be
recovered if she were buried with them.
Her horrific
childhood…, the death of her parents, not to mention her brothers suicide, or
how she was sold to the man she thought truly loved her. Chen once thought she
was the lucky one, one who had escaped the true elements of a political
marriage.
Chen was always looking
for a way out. It wasn’t long after the first beating she looked towards
freedom. She was tired of Gun’s game. She began to develop one of her own.
“Cream and sugar..?”
Chen asked Terrence as her almond eyes peeked from under her sheer mask.
“Cream…,” Terrence
responded loud and clear. He tipped his cup in her direction to offer a Thank
you. His eyes never met hers. Chen found that odd about Terrence, she didn’t
know whether to take his lack of interest as a sign of disrespect, or respect
for Gun and his possessions earning him a badge of honor.
Gun himself, liked his girls half
dressed with their face covered. He said that no one really cared what a woman
looked like. They were more concerned about the package. Chen was his girl but
she was often used to entice his prey. She feared Gun, but she feared her
desires more. Chen feared that her wants would soon be the death of her.
Meeting Terrence was
the best thing that had happened to her. He was Gun’s confident, but to her he
was her savior.
Mob Figure…“Hurry up,
Chen grab all that you can. We have to get out of here.”
“Were you followed?”
Chen questioned Gun which is something she didn't normally do, but under the
circumstances she felt that she had a little le-way in the matter.
Gun paused and eyed Chen
to warn her that nothing had changed. She had better do as told or he would
leave her to the wolves. Though he knew that wasn't his reality. The money he'd
stolen was just that. Stolen goods and if and when the mob found him they would
not only take back their possessions they would be sure to kill him in the
process.
“Chen, just hurry
please no questions just do it. We really don't have the time and I need to
know that I can count on you.”
Chen rolled her eyes,
but not in his direction. She knew better.
Gun was running about
their Korean mansion so fiercely trying to grab the duffle bags and load them
into the trunk of his suburban. He was saddened that he would have to leave his
most prize possessions but the two of them should consider themselves lucky if
they could get out of there with their lives.
Gun ducked suddenly as
if his cameras surrounding their mansion could see his whereabouts inside the
home. He took one look at the screen and could see the thugs surrounding his
home.
“Chen…” he whispered as
loud as he could trying desperately to get her attention
Chen was working like a bat out of
hell throwing her belongings inside Guns truck. She was serious about her
mission. Gun ducked and dodged the large windows of the house trying to hurry
and get to Chen before they caught sight of her.
“Chen..,” Gun ran to
her side in a desperate move to save them both.
“Take off your shoes
and get down they are outside. I know their strategy they are going to come in
through the master bedroom.” Chen looked nervous. She had to go inside one last
time to grab her financial information from the lock box just under rug tucked
away inside Gun’s office. Even he didn't know that she had other means to
support herself. He did know of her trust, but nothing as substantial as she
the load of cash she held close to her heart.
“Just get in the car I
have to grab some paperwork.”
“No… let’s go!”
GUN, Chen yelled
surprised at her own reaction. “Trust me…,” Chen whispered calmly regaining her
composure a bit frightened at what Gun’s possible reaction to her defiance
could be.
For the first time in
years Gun’s eyes welled with tears. He was very afraid that she would get
caught in the cross fire. He didn't say a word however…, because he had no
choice but to trust her.
“Hurry…,” He finally
spoke as Chen threw her shoes into the car and snuck back into the home low,
calm, and collected like a ninja. Chen made her way back up to the second floor
before she knew it. She appeared small and fragile but she was well trained.
Only she knew that she wasn't a true opponent for Gun with weapon in hand. She
did however consider sparring with him on a regular basis, if only he’d rid
himself of his toy’s and stand-up to face her like a man.
Gun was a terror. In
her right mind she would easily use this chance to flee from his grasp; but she
couldn't be sure of how serious his transgression against the mob was. So all
she could do was hope for the best. Huffing and puffing in an effort to grab
hold to her breath she rolled into Gun’s office like a spy. She was playing the
part for sure by this time.
Chen’s hands were
shaking once she spotted the men in ski masks bouncing up the stairs of their
home. Chen steadied her hands and quickly unlocked the safe, as if disabling a
bomb. She grabbed hold to the petty cash totaling one hundred thousand dollars,
along with her papers of American citizenship and other pertinent documents.
Chen checked her surroundings once more as she noticed the uncomfortable
silence as she tucked the information under her dress. Feeling the hairs on the
back of her neck begin to stand she took refuge to be sure the coast was clear
by slipping into the storage closet.
Shortly, after Chen
could hear the men walking by. They were quiet and in their approach; but she
could hear the drawers being thrown open and the books on the shelves knocked
to the floor. She couldn't be sure if they were looking for money because of
the small areas of concern. What had Gun stolen from these people? The very men
he was sworn to protect he betrayed, a play for power she knew her father could
never have been a part of.
Meanwhile, Gun was
sweating bullets as he waited for Chen to return. His selfish mind wanted so
much to drive straight through the garage doors and never look back.
Gun pondered what could
be taking Chen so long. Perhaps they weren't going to use weapons at all maybe
they were going for a silent kill, a true anguish of torture to leave the best
for last. That's what he would do and he was sure that they had an agenda as he
had killed with these men many times before.
Gun coached his way
back to sanity as he waited for Chen’s arrival. He was sure they were going to
die. The mob was relentless in their prey and they would leave no stone
untouched. Gun hadn't felt a stitch of guilt until now. A new feeling to Gun
just moments before his fate was sealed. He was marked for death and he had
taken innocent Chen down in the process.
Gun took a deep breath
and swallowed hard before deciding to load both his 40 calico and 357. He set
one on his lap and the other on the dashboard of his truck. He was going to go
in hot if Chen didn't make her way back to the car in the next minute. Gun
began his count down breathing heavily and blowing steam, nervous but ready to
take on the world.
"30...29...28,"
Gun continued his count as he jumped down from the truck to stand in front of
the exit door preparing to fire his weapon at the slightest movement. He was so
nervous and trigger happy. Chen would be lucky to miss a bullet herself.
"27...26...25,"
Gun shifted his weight and readied himself. Just as he looked down to his feet,
Chen burst into the door empty handed with his prize, “Munetoshi Yuki sword.”
Gun looked up startled and out of his element.
If she was an intruder she could have easily killed him with one blow. Gun
exhaled as Chen fell into the garage and bolted the door behind her. The sword
was a little heavy for her body but she held as though it were a small hand
gun.
Gun shook his way back
into kill or be killed mode and threw his artillery into the passenger seat of
the car as he instructed Chen to get into the backseat. It wasn't over yet, but
while the men were inside the main home they needed to make a break for it.
The coast seemed clear,
as Gun and Chen studied the cameras inside the garage. Gun thought about
opening the door to the garage and simply driving out like normal but he
couldn't be sure what was lurking in the trees of his campus. Chen lay down on
the floor of the backseat with her hand on a gun and the other on the butt of
the sword that glistened against the black leather of the backseat. She was
ready as ever and had nothing to lose at the moment. It was all or nothing.
Gun took one deep
breath as he instructed auto start to chime in. He grabbed hold of his steering
wheel so tight his yellow skin paled to a snow white. Inhaling as deep as his
chest would allow he put his foot on the gas and sped off driving straight
through the garage doors and down the pathway to the main streets of Korea. If
they were followed he didn't pay any attention. He was so fixated at the road
he didn't care to look back.
It was a grueling two
hour drive from Pyongyang North Korea, to Seoul South Korea where they felt
safe to board a plane. The flight was nearly thirteen hours.
Gun was so nervous his
assassin made the plane ride with him he didn't sleep a wink. With Terrence
present he could rest assure his safety; but he was a few hours behind them
tying up loose ends.
Terrence, “The Terror,”
the gang often called him. He was a hot head but calculated in his deliverance
of vengeance. Terrence was Guns right hand man a secret he kept from Chen for a
number of reasons. He was the one left with blood on his hands the fall guy, so
to speak. To Gun, Terrence was his best friend when in his presence but he used
him in any and every way possible. He truly needed Terrence; he trusted
Terrence with his life but never his women. Only now he would be left with no
choice. He was all he had left aside from Chen, and in America she would be
sure to test the waters and her new found liberation.
