Asian Mafia King and the Black Beauty

Chapter 77

I may be a psycho
But it is the last gift of you to me
- Sumay

Him- Chan (Kane)

I got home early today excited to see my beautiful fiancé, but when I got home my anxiety started raising and my gut told me that something wasn't right. I walked into the house and it was strangely dark and silent. Was Imani not home yet?

I wasn't sure because the Black Range Rover was still parked in the garage and that's Imani's favourite car out of all the cars I own. She never uses any other car besides the black Range and if she did she would have taken the black BMW X5, but that car is also in the garage.

Fear started to run through my blood, as I slowly walk in the house and carefully study my surroundings. "Imani!" I called out, but there was no response, just silence.

I reached for my waistband and pulled out my gun, walking around the house searching for anything out of place, like an unwanted human. After making sure that downstairs was clear, I walked up the stairs carefully examining every room until reaching our room. I opened the door, searching the whole room from left to right, and the walking closet. Everything was clear, I walked to the bathroom and checked it throughly. I didn't even realise that someone was in the house until I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I made my way back into the bedroom and hid behind the door patiently waiting for the person to enter the room.

Once they entered the room, I grabbed them by the neck and the arm, stopping them from making any moves that could possibly harm me, but this person who I realised was a female with a familiar scent, stamped my toe causing me to loosen the grip on them, which was a huge mistake, because the next thing I was being flown over their shoulder and landing hardly on my back. Painful but nothing I couldn't handle.

The person pinned me to the ground and pointed their gun right in between my eyes as I groaned in pain.

"Kane", I knew her scent was familiar.

"Well danm amore, that really hurt". She got off me and helped me stand up, it seems like she's been working out more because my back is killing me.

"You're getting very strong, my back is killing me".

"I'm so sorry, why the hell did you sneak up on me like that and why is the house so dark and silent?"

"To be fair, I just got home and I was wondering the same thing. I was searching the house until you slammed me to the ground".

"Sorry", she replied, wrapping her arms around my
waist and burring her face into my chest, as I place a soft kiss on her head.

"Gwaenchanh-a salang", I said, rubbing my hand in circles around her back.

Translation: It's ok love.

"You want to help me make Italian shrimp pasta?" She asked.

"I would love to make Italian shrimp pasta with you Mrs. Kim, but first hand over the pistol", I grabbed the gun from her hand and emptied it.

"I'm not yet Mrs. Kim, Mr. Kim, I still identify as an Abbas baby", she replies with a smirk on her face, making me groan.

"To me you identify as Mrs. Kim my baby a Kim baby, and I don't care what anyone says, your mine Mrs. Kim".

"Yours, I don't think so".

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe it is Mr. Kim", she pulls out and walks out of the room.