TW
When Lorenzo and Eunho walked out, the living room wasn't empty anymore. Yoonjae was sleeping on the couch with all three kids under 5 tucked somewhere on him. Minjae stood, setting up a new table in the middle of the room. It was wood, large and folded out. Lorenzo rushed to help him, taking it over. He pulled each fold apart from each other and then stared at Minjae. The omega thanked him quietly with a smile. Lorenzo wanted to ask why he'd do that by himself so small but it was a stupid question.
Ginevra was smoking marijuana, blunt pressed tight to her lips. The smell was thick and strong and disruptive to Lorenzo's thought pattern. Eunho's body on his though—it distracted him better than any substance.
She was still pantless. Now shirtless, unfortunately. Luckily—she wore a bra. Lorenzo would ask but he knows exactly what she's going to say. Vittorio was back. However, he was doing something weird to his skirt. They didn't ignore them but they didn't say much. Until now.
"Sit down. At the table, the floor. I want to show you something really important." Minjae demanded. Like the adult he was—he pointed at the cushions set up. They were red and clashed with everything else in the damn room. Lorenzo only hummed, following the order with Eunho next to him. He didn't expect for Ginevra and Vittorio to do it either. They all crowded at the table. Ginevra sat one thing down. A box of cigarettes. It was old and frail—the edges just crushed paper. Marlboros.
Minjae fell down too. A stumble to his step that made Lorenzo flinch.
He pushed two papers over the table, and then a small bag like Ginevra. Fake won, it was. The kind of plastic they stuck marijuana in. And the two pictures were mugshots of two people.
Catrina Giuliania and Yoon Jaesook.
"Appa.." Eunho whispered. The taste was stale on his tongue—he couldn't—shouldn't call that man such an endearing term. He hadn't told Lorenzo about it yet, and he didn't want to. He wanted to stay quiet about everything. Even when Lorenzo revealed the dreams of his mom.
Minjae nodded, tapping the pictures. "Yoon Jaesook. Arrested two weeks ago for evidence of sleeping with his 16-year-old students as a high school teacher. We caught him when Nori—" Minjae glanced at her and she only jerked her chin. "When Nori's twin sister came home broken and their wonderful appa, Yoonjae, tapped a camera to her the next day and got footage of some disturbing things. He wanted to kill your dad, the rose—"
"Wait-wait, stop..stop for a second," Eunho interrupted. No one said anything, silence staled. "I'm really sorry that happened to your sister. And I'm sorry you had to see whatever happened but—why am I being called the rose? Do you guys..not know my name?"
Minjae and his family looked between each other. "We know it. Just..You're a highly valuable asset, like Iseul, but prettier. Or, I don't know. Iseul is gorgeous but we wouldn't make him do something you'd do—"
"Like..escort..?"
"No. Camming. But you're 17 and you don't like porn so—"
"You wanted me to be a porn star..?" Eunho's voice broke. Lorenzo had started to accept these people—his eyes narrowed on the bite. He pulled Eunho closer and kissed his head, muttering that they're stupid bitches who wanted to ruin an angel. Yet, Minjae sighed loudly. "We have to make money, okay? You're lucky Yoonjae isn't a fucking psychopath. You can hate me all you want; I'd deserve it. I didn't care how old you were. Your father owned us 8 billion won. Do you think I, as the boss of this organization, would just let that happen? No. I wouldn't. So I said; 'get him a room and bring the crew. Keep it lewd but not graphic.' Yoonjae doesn't listen to me when it comes to people under 21."
"You're evil..cruel.." Eunho whispered, his body shook.
Minjae cleared his throat. "Yeah, sorry. The rose is the name of your account. Anyways," he pointed at Lorenzo's mom. Lorenzo held tighter onto Eunho. It felt as though sand had been slipping through his fingers. Eunho was the sand.
"That's not cool, Minnie." Vittorio frowned.
"Yeah, well, I'm a psychopath and money is the only thing in this world that matters. Anyways—and I don't want to talk about it anymore, okay? It's embarrassing. And clearly disturbing for the baby."
"No shit. How can you say that after what you just did to me? And you have a child? I know what kind of mom you are—shit."
"Yoonjae will take him."
"You're sick."
"I'm joking. He wasn't going to be a cam star, but he was still going to do porn one way or the other. I only saw Jaesook's video so I was told he's 18 and that he's pretty. Whatever. Catrina was arrested three months ago for sexting with a child in northern New York. Upstate. She was cuffed at the middle school she worked at. Do you want to know how she's doing, Iseul?"
"Tell me. We're going to leave after this," the teenage boy spat. He burned the table with a hand. Till it turned yellow—it was just his hand but fuck did it fire. Eunho slapped his waist. "Give..it's okay. I.." He pulled up from Lorenzo's lap and wiped his face. "I want to be a porn star—"
"You obviously aren't going to be." Minjae bit his lip. Eunho's eyes narrowed. "You don't get to take my consent twice. I want the attention, I love it."
"Он хочет, чтобы его жестко кончили, хаха.(He wants to be creampied hard, haha.)" Ginevra murmured.
Minjae stared. "No. I say no. Wait until your birthday."
"Good..I like looking pretty and being in my underwear." Eunho wiped stray hairs out of his face. Lorenzo leaned into the bottom of the couch with his mouth open. "Oi..babydoll, don't you think..that's a little much?" Eunho looked at him. He shook his head silently. "I've done worse."
"Oh." Lorenzo whispered, however, Eunho just held his hand until the depths went back to their shadows. Minjae swallowed, nodding. He pointed at the mugshot again and grabbed the box. The cigarette box. He pulled out a bunch of tiny pictures and lined them up neatly. It was like a flip book. But the images were in detail and disgusting. Blood walls.
"Catrina Guilliana was murdered in Albany County hospital after being raped by her omega counterpart. My insiders state that the girls had been planning it for a while as revenge on her because she touched one of them while they were asleep and told the entire jail. This was how she was found one night, the weapon was a spoon lodged in her throat."