"Not that hot anymore, am I?" I asked bitterly as Chan gently pushed back my hair from where I'd vomited in the toilet.

I had managed to sleep relatively well after the spiking incident, but the moment that I had woken up, I'd felt a sickening feeling in my stomach and had escaped Chan's arms that had been so tightly wrapped around my waist, dashing to the bathroom.

"You're always beautiful," He said firmly. "And what happened yesterday shouldn't have happened. I was meant to protect you,"

"And you did," I gripped the toilet seat. "You kept me safe," A thought struck me. "Did you kill him? That man?"

Chan nodded. "I did. He practically attacked my wife, and he was ready to rape you,"

Strangely, I didn't feel guilty about it. Chan was right. That man would have done terrible, awful things to me if the men hadn't stopped him. His death did not bother me in any way.

"Perhaps you should take a bath," My husband suggested. "To help you relax a bit,"

"I think I will drown if I get in the bath now," I muttered.

"Then I'll join you,"

Chan gently led me to the tub, pulling off both my nightgown and his shirt and sweatpants, running the water until it had reached nearly the top. He carefully slid in and I leaned against his torso. 

"Do you know why he tried to spike me?" I questioned as Chan rubbed soothing circles around my skin.

"He's not part of our world, but he probably wanted someone to fuck," He said with disgust. "And seeing that no one would ever go near him in their right mind, he decided to turn to alternative methods,"

...

Our marriage was strengthening in a way that neither of us understood. We went on dates every Friday, and in the nights, we would be tangled in each others arms. We never quite went further than making out, but I saw the look in Chan's eyes, I knew he wanted more. But I was still... frightened. I wasn't ready, but he didn't push me.

It was on a night like that where we were sitting on the rooftop garden of the penthouse, eating food peacefully in a comfortable silence when I decided to ask my husband the question that no one had answered for me yet.

"Why did you kill your father?"

Chan gazed at me for a moment, as though trying to figure something out before his stare turned towards the view of the other buildings and skyscrapers that lined Daegu.

"I killed my first man when I was ten," He began and I let out a small sound of horror. He was just a boy. "There had been some traitors and they'd risen up against my father and were willing to kill the entire Bang household. Minho used to sleep round my house, and he was younger, so I forced him into a cupboard, took the gun that I knew the soldiers hid around the house and shot the traitor that had come into our room,"

He appeared lost in time as he spoke, remembering a past that no one truly knew.

"Some of my family were impressed with what I had done, but my father seemed to think the opposite. I had always been a rather tempermental boy, even as a child, and my natural, familiarness with the gun seemed to scare him in a way. So he sent me off to Australia, in a boarding school with Felix, who was only six at the time. Of course, when I got older, I had my own phone, had contacts back in Daegu who were telling me that my father wanted to completely isolate me, that he didn't want me to have support in the city that I was to inherit,"

"But you're his only son!" I pointed out. "If you didn't take the position of Capo, then your family would be losing the only claim that they had,"

"I had cousins," He shrugged. "Some of whom thought that I was not good enough to become Capo. They would have torn me apart if it meant they could rule over Daegu. So once I turned fifteen, I came back to Korea, recruited those who'd be loyal to me if I was to take over Daegu. I hid across the country so that my father's men couldn't find me and I made sure that I had the support of existing families in Daegu for my rule,"

He took a deep breath. "I returned to Daegu, back to the mansion that my family owned and I killed my father, my stepmother who'd always hated me and the cousins and relatives who couldn't wait to see me fall,"

I was silent for a few moments. He'd only been sixteen when he had killed his father, when he'd killed half his blood family, still a boy, yet still a powerful Capo.

"I made the announcement that I was Capo of Daegu, and that if anyone had a problem with that, then they would speak to me directly," He smirked. "Not many of them were keen to speak to the teenager who'd killed his own dad,"

"Do you regret it? Killing him?"

Chan shook his head, his black hair bouncing as he did. "Never. My father was never a good man. He used to whip me and torture me using his special methods to make me emotionless to pain. He used to beat my mother, and my stepmother, and even though I hated that woman, she didn't deserve to get beaten. He was volatile, but then again," He smiled, but there was no humor. "So am I,"

"You're not volatile," I leaned against his shoulder, taking his hand. "And you're not crazy,"

Chan's lips twitched into a smile. "You haven't seen me lose control,"

"When you're with enemies?"

He nodded. "I lost all control yesterday with your attacker. It was the reason for that much blood on my shirt. He tried to rape my wife, and he thought I wouldn't get angry,"

He pressed a kiss to my lips which I eagerly returned.

"I won't lose you," He murmered, and there was a certain fierceness to his words. "Not ever,"