Code of Jinge: His Mafia Code

13.0

Sicily walked early towards the Dojo. JD clearly said that they would have their class by hook or by crook. Wondering all the time what the Kid was doing, traveling here and there to distant places. It must be very exhausting. He was still a freaking teenager but he carried lots of heavy responsibilities on his shoulders already. Such passion sometimes disarms her.

The nocturnal insects were still creeping outside and it was awfully dark, engulfed in the eerie silence of the surroundings. Maybe if she happened to have a third eye or something, she must have's seeing a white lady ghost floating everywhere which might make her scream senseless, running for her dear life. But the scary thoughts didn’t even rob her from thinking about her conversation with her mistresses yesterday.

“JD…cried?” Sicily recalled asking, quite uncertain. She couldn’t seem to imagine that little grim reaper who hated her passionately, cried. "Boy, J-Kim and the boss must have a big fight to turn him that way-,"

“He wrote the song just before he met Ms. Kim,” Renei said.

"That means he had his previous love affair and she left him?" Sicily once again inquired.

“Do you know her? The other girl of the boss?” Kiko curiously asked Renie. Sicily leaned closer to Renei. She, too, was interested in knowing more.

“I don’t know the girl…but I think she was his butterfly,” Renei answered with a glimpsed of tear in her eyes. She was obviously so into the song and it made her so emotional all of the sudden.

“His butterfly,” Sicily let a yawn after she sat on the wooden floor of the Dojo. It was still 2:34 am. “You’re so mysterious kiddo,” she mumbled and unconsciously fell into slumber with her head resting onto her knees.

***

The manager of the club immediately attended Jin when he entered the club. His men suited themselves in the background observing the surroundings instead. There were only two men from the red emirates who did the same in the background while their eyes to their master who was playing on the DJ platform once again.

The VIP lounged were already crowded with fresh meat from Carino, the club manager. The young adult women tried their best to catch his interest, however, he looked sideways and lazily combed his hair before dismissing Hugo together with his women.

Not a while, Nabi joined him on the couch. "You're visiting again."

"This isn't your place, Nabi." Jin said.

"Your right. Because I f*****g own the world." Nabi raised his glass of vodka, urging Jin to do the same.

Carino arrived and placed Jin's usual favorites. Nabi casted the drug with a disdain before looking at Jin who regarded it with contemplation.

"Bro, let's drink." Nabi urged once again.

"I'm passing." he said after a while.

Nabi could almost spit the spirit off his mouth on Jin's words. "Wow. What kind of wind did you whiffed this time, huh?"

"I have a class,"

"f*****g class? Jin, are you crazy?"

"I'm teaching her,"

Nabi's lips indicated his poised deduction," Oh the kitten, eh?"

Jin stood up and shoved his hands on his pockets. "Your father asked me a favor to look after you. Don't drink too much."

Nabi roaring in laughter while Jin was leaving startled some of the party goers.

"Jin is back, motherfuckers!"

***

The guards on the black gate hastily went to the arriving car of the Oyabun. The sky was still dark, the dawn gave its chilly air when Jin emerged out the car. He dismissed the men to their post after they bowed. They opened the gate for him and one guard approached him.

"The nee-san's already in dojo, boss."

Jin just nodded and promptly went to that part of the house.

It didn't take a while before he spotted her, who leaned on her back on the wall, her other leg in propped up while the other in carelessly straightened. Her arms in loose wringing across her chest. As he slowly crouched down and leveled his gaze towards her sleeping face. He carefully reached the escaping locks on her face and tucked them on her ears. She stirred up slightly on her sleep while mumbling on her language.

"Now your sleeping on me, kitten?" he said to the sleeping woman before cautiously encircled his arms to her body, before carrying her bridal style, intending to bring her towards her room.

"Kid..." she mumbled on her sleep, "gwaenchanh ni?"

The room was silent that it allowed him to hear his own heart's erratic beating. He knew it should irate him whenever she called him that but he can't help it but sensed it was more like an endearment to his ears.

After he laid her down the bed, Sicily moved about her side, facing his direction. Jin found himself unable to leave the room, drowned to her gentle snoring.

"Where are your f*****g pranks, Jin?'" He snapped to himself, knowing that she wasn't supposed to be back again. He gave her up after that incident. That dead 17-year old woman bore this woman's image on his mind. It scared him senseless. Thinking that it might happen to her if he insisted to hold on to her. Yeah, he screwed himself up with drugs,spirits and women because letting go was too painful to bear. However, when the influence subsided, comes the reality that would hunt him. He still adored her so much, and that adoration became his poison.

Now casting a look of helplessness to the oblivious woman on the bed, he leaned his head to the wall. He knew no matter how strong was the venom she brought, he would be willing to down it without question.

"naleul wihae miso," she once again said on her oblivion while he chuckled, noting the strange words that glided on her lips. He went closer to the bed, leaned his arm to the bed, while the other one flat on the floor, before inching his distance to her lips. He admitted his incapability to control himself now but for the love of god, he desperately wanted to taste her words.