Vicious Minds (Children of Vice 4)

“How?” I could hear his family’s voices on the other side. What he really meant was where was I that we’d be in the same time zone.

“Four floors down. I’m stalking you,” I whispered, laying back in the bed. “I don’t know if it’s this child messing with my mind or what but do you see what you’ve done? You’ve turned me into a stalker.”

“Aren’t assassins stalkers by trade?”

I snickered, rolling to my side. “True, but I’m not killing you. So there is no logical reason for this stalking.”

“Normal people would call it missing someone.”

“Dear God.” I grimaced. “I’ve come too far to be acting like a normal person now.”

He laughed gently. “Stalking isn’t normal, so you are still within the scope of insanity.”

“Thank you, that’s very sweet.” I grinned and rolled over once more. I was getting pretty fucking tired of trying to get comfortable and failing because of this stomach.

“How did you know we’d be in Seoul?” he questioned. “Do I have a mole?”

“You have stupid in-laws.” I replied rolling again. Apparently, I was a rolling pin now. “I’m sure your cousin Nari wanted to keep this wedding a small and private family gathering, however her new husband likes free café wi-fi and doesn’t log out of his fucking email.”

He exhaled like he even couldn’t believe the stupidity of that man. I could almost see his shoulders drop and his eyes narrowing at him.

“Off with his head?” I asked.

“They just got married tonight, I can’t…besides, she’s pregnant.”

“My condolences,” I muttered and sat up, seeing the pager light up beside me. Reaching for it, I grinned. “Are you looking for me?”

“Whose room did you steal?”

“Borrowed. It’s not my fault, your damn family bought out the whole fucking hotel for the night. I can’t effectively stalk if I can’t get in.”

“Are they still alive?”

“Yes, I haven’t lost my whole entire mind. They are your guest, and under your protection. When the sun comes up, they will wake up feeling like they have had the best sleep of their lives.”

“Good. Now open the damn door before we miss the new year.”

How did he know which room? I glanced down at my hands only to remember the pager. Damn it.

I got off the bed and walked out of the bedroom. “I’m surprised you don’t have a key—”

There he was standing in the living room in a black tuxedo, a black bowtie over his black dress shirt, a single red rose on the velvet lapel. His green eyes stared and wandered down to my stomach and before I could say anything, he rushed towards me, pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips.

I was so stunned for a second, I couldn’t move. But when his arms wrapped around me, I hugged him back, kissing him fiercely. I opened my mouth for him, moaning against lips.

BANG.

We pulled apart and he rested his forehead on mine. “Happy New Year, la mia anima.”

“Your family is going to be looking for you.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m with my family,” he whispered. Pulling back, I glanced up at him. His soft side was coming out again. He must have really been tired of his family. I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek.

“Don’t let them get to you. Just think of them as children. They make mistakes. They don’t see the big picture like we do. It’s a burden but it’s better than being ignorant.”

“Thank you, sensei,” he said with a smirk.

“Technically its Sa Bum Nim, sensei is mostly Japanese.”