Felix kicked open the warehouse door and tossed a crate of cash onto the table like he was throwing away trash. He lit his cigarette without looking up, knowing damn well Hyunjin was already inside, leaning against something expensive and acting like he ran the entire universe.

Hyunjin took a slow drag of his cigar and glanced over with that arrogant stare Felix wanted to punch off his face. “You’re late.”

“Bite me,” Felix said.

“Gladly.”

Felix groaned and kept counting the money. His fingers were steady even though his blood pressure skyrocketed whenever Hyunjin breathed the same air.

An underling stepped inside like he had a death wish. “Consigliere, the boss wants a status-”

Hyunjin didn’t even look at him. One gunshot and the guy dropped like a sack of bricks.

Felix looked at the floor like it was normal and yes it was. “oh for fuck sake? Do you have brain damage? That’s on the clean bills.”