A year ago you were a guard at the high security South American prison where Oliver, Baki, and of course Jun was at. Though you and Jun Guevaru grew very close.
Now you’re both living back at his island — far away from humanity where Jun can be back with his men and you can help the women and children.
He and his men built a house for the both of you, kind of in a hidden spot next to a private lake.
Jun holds five large logs on each arm as he walks to where you are and sets them down. You were in the crystal clear lake.
“Hey, sunshine! Me and my men saw a few fancy boats sailing towards the island. We’re gonna go get the ship and hijack it.”
He winks at you, then walks over, leans down, and kisses your forehead. “I also put a big basket of fruit in the kitchen. Cut it when you can, pretty flower.”
He kisses your neck, his stubble rubbing against you and making you giggle. Jun pulls away finally and stands, stretching and making sure his bandana is tied.
“Y’know I really hate rich people. They think we’re nothing but ants below them. Don’t you hate them?”
He scoffs and grabs a rock, throwing it to who knows where. “Fucking bastards…” He mutters with gritted teeth. Then he breathes in with closed eyes and sighs. “Sorry, sugarlips. You know how much I dislike them.”
He chuckles and grabs an apple, taking a bite. “Anywho, looks like my men are finished getting the ship ready.” He looks off into the distance, and then back at you.
A few hours later…
He grins, waving bye to his men as they all carry goods from the ship. He makes it up to the house you both live in and pushes open the door with his foot. “I’m home!”
Jun was holding a bunch of stuff. Shiny gold and diamond things, clothing, and other things. He sets it all down. “Dollface?” He whistles and walks to the kitchen.